The damned hand the eternal

The shadows seem to drift up the street post like a whisp of smoke from an extinguished candle, and soon it is joined by another shadow, dancing around, writhing in silent prayer to the darkness. Silently the figure in the bushes watches, watches as the whisps of shadow entwine around the post, circle each other almost as if the shadows comunicate, a whisper carried on the wind. He is the one....... The figure in the bushes closes their eyes listening to the two hissing voices that float from no where. Envisioning the picture that floods their mind. A charity ball, rich and decadent, the last bastion of the waltz.... The gentleman dances slowly to the antiquated tune with his target. Other couples surrounding them. Jewled clockwork. Even tha dancers are machines now.  The gentlemans every move, every action betrays his lust toward the woman his is to assasinate, A vacant smile, a deliberate blush, and the woman shall follow him.... None ever going to see... Skillfull, but this gentleman has a heart of steel... His eyes are empty... The gentleman watches the window, tracks his ladies reflection, Then he sees his own, his gloves, his cloak-floating, It hides the stileto he holds close to him, he crosses across from the window and draws close the curtain.. Style... Grace... A gift well given whisper the voices together in unison, the shadows still whisping about in their own private darkness. He turns to face her, his cloak coming off, while she struggles with remaining behaving proper. He slips the long knife from its place on his waist, gliding closer.... Attacks, The motion so smooth and swift, she never sees the blade. He is our chosen.... whisper the voices again, and slowly drift a part and vanish, leaving the street cold and empty, slowly, confused and bewildered at what they had witnessed the figure emerges from the bushes but its to late, he never saw the the third shadow, eyes wide, and mouth held in that silent horrfied scream, the meat falls to the dirt, the third shadow following after the others.