To Chase Yesterday's Sunsets
The man sat by the cliff, staring into the rows of houses that laid beyond him. Despite his best attempts to gather his emotions and funnel them into coherent thoughts, he couldn't manage to find accurate ways to perceive his target. Still, even in his lurid and strange condition that set him far beyond the bounds of anything he'd ever felt, he was not panicked by his plight. He was unable to shed any tears, nor could he smile or laugh. The very chance that one of the structures he was examining housed the criminals he had sought his entire life had always seemed to justify an attack against the entire community. Such logic had always been his code, his religion even. But as he watched the unaware inhabitants of the structures wander about their community, he felt a certain hesitation that he couldn't shake.
