I can hear the clacking sound of shoes across the cool cobblestone street. The mist from the shores hazed through these idle streets passing by and looking in the windows of old stores. There was a faint sound in the distance of a bell on a boat, ding, ding, ding, it went. All was quiet.

The sweet silence of the night did not remain with the unorthodox sound of the shoes. They were in a hurry, one clacking of the shoe exaggerated more partly because the bearer of the shoe had been shot. As the clacking grew closer the breathing became more rapid. The mist condensed on the clothes and on the forehead making it harder to trudge on.

It was coming closer to me, looking for safety near my vessel attached to the dock. Little did it they know that all I wanted to do was kill it.

Now, it was in perfect view down the barrel of my gun I didn't waste one second in shooting it. There was a gag and a howl as it fell onto the wood planks of the dock. Hearing that sound, that clank against the wood made me almost smile.

Steadily, I tossed my body over the vessel to inspect it. I had missed its head and shot its abdomen instead. I looked down at the pool soul, his clothes saturated with blood and sea spray, gagging and spewing all over itself.

Shhhhk. Clack. Bang.

I shot it again and it stopped moving, the blood seeping through the planks and dripping into the water.

Shhhhkk. Clack. Bang.

Once more I shot, this time in the neck

Shhhk. Clack. Bang

The shoulder

Shhk. Clack. Bang.

The leg

Shhhhk. Clack. Bang.

Shhhhhk. Clack. Bang.

Shhhk. Clack. Bang.

Shhhhhhk. Clack. Bang.

Shhhk. Clack. Bang.

Over and over I shot it until its organs where splattered across the planks and cobblestone like confetti.

And the night was silent, once more.