I drew nearer. They didn’t move. Another labored step. They were still as stone. Now I could see them, their bright uniforms standing out against the white fog. Was I panting? Was I breathing too hard? Don’t stare, I told myself. Act like you’re walking by.
I fixed my gaze ahead of me and felt tears welling in my eyes as spasms assaulted my leg. One more step, one more, one more . . . I was there.
The knives flew from my sleeves and sank into their bosoms. My blades were buried in their breasts, but they didn’t move.
Tale Told 