foot soldier; the catalyst

He sat in the car and wept. Shadows circled around the car. The night was drawing nearer. It was getting chilly. As he cried, he lost body temperature. As he sobbed, he lost feeling and sensation. At the same time, he could feel a tingling crawling up his spine. He wondered. What would have happened if he hadn’t been in this situation. He wondered. What would have happened had the boy not been in his. A knock on his window. A man with an unfriendly sneer motioning for him to roll the window down. He shook his head. The man motioned again. He turned the key in the engine, rolled down the window just a few centimeters. “Do you have a lighter?” He shook his head. The man pondered for a little while. His face was speckled. His teeth were yellow. The sneer was wide and a little dangerous looking. The man motioned again. He said, “no”. He wasn’t going to roll the window down. Did this man not know who he was? You stop seeing all of them personally and they forget. The gun was in the dashboard. He looked over, and then looked at him, and gave up on the idea. Who cared? This foot soldier wasn’t worth it. Why would he eliminate one of his own? Another gesture to roll down the window. He said no. More firmly. The man thought and asked, “do you have matches?” He said no. “Okay, roll down the window.” He began to drive away. The man grunted and punched the side of the car. The shadows that no one saw danced gleefully around it. Azazil drove off. The sun had set. The streetlights were flickering. Ten minutes into his drive, he began to calm down. His heart was pounding, blood flowing through his ears. In front of his eyes, there was blinding darkness. He parked the car. With the little he could see. And then darkness overtook him. He was blinded by rage. Rage that was slowly building up. Rage that was threatening to overwhelm him. He took deep long breaths. Who did these people think they were anyways? He was the one that protected them. He kept the others from killing them. He had convinced the others, and formed a just system where they could, would, and did mutilate, just a little, these people with no other skill, and give them a living. So who did they think they were, coming to him to try to scare him? Who did they think they were, trying to rob him? He turned around and drove back slowly. The man was hobbling around. Azazil got out of the car, he checked his back pocket to see if it was where he kept it. It was. It was always there. The shadows that no one seemed to notice were swirling about, abuzz with activity. The man felt a presence, he turned around and smiled at azazil. Azazil smiled back as he thrust the hunting dagger into the heart of the other man. The shadows got bigger.