<span style="color: #00BF00">". . . ." <br/><br/>The dirty man falls flat on his face, the iron baseball bat he held slipped loosely from his fingers and rolled away into the dark forest. <br/><br/>"None will mourn your passing."<br/> <br/>The black-robed figure reached into a pocket, there was a dull gleam from an obsidian scalpel as it was removed and then gouged deep into the corpse. The baseball bat stopped rolling as it hit a rock, sliding into a beam of moonlight in the middle of the clearing. The bat was heavily coated with dry blood. <br/><br/>The man had waited in those woods just outside of town many times before, preying on nature-lovers, then treating their bodies with indignity. Almost all of whom were young women, each  stacked one on top of the other like blocks next to an especially large tree in the middle of the clearing. <br/><br/>The murderer would hide in the shadows, waiting for someone to discover the clearing, and cry out at the sight of the bodies--their screams would be silenced with a brutal swing to the side of the head. An officer had gone into the woods at the sound of the screaming from the last victim, but had made the mistake of crying out himself at the gruesome sight.<br/><br/>When Sabin had chanced upon the clearing, and saw the bodies, he only paused to examine them. Each looked in good condition, except three of the five bodies had begun rotting. <br/><br/>Without Sabin's scream, there was no disguising the killer's heavy footsteps. The man rushed up to the figure that had entered his clearing, and reared back to get a full swing.<br/><br/>Sabin had turned and moved toward the man and grasped his face, digging his nails into the killer's eyes. With a screech from the human and a green pulse from the fingers the skin crumbled and fell away, turning to dust with a passing breeze.<br/><br/>Six bodies, though unremarkable, were of use. <br/><br/>The parts were dissected and fed to a book of flesh being held by Sabin. The cover of the book held empty eyesockets, a mouth and no nose, but took it swallowed the pieces trustfully, until all that was left of the violence were old bloodstains.<br/><br/>The dark figure rose from his labours, and resumed his previous course, heading in search of the demonic energy he had sensed from the city.</span>