Jan 23rd 2016, 1:03:19
I was trained by the very best in an army you never heard of, nor have ever seen with your waking eyes. We are the ghost army in the mind's eye of the nightmares you run from. Your pathetic attempts at finding me, and bringing down a world of hurt upon me is most welcome, as I decimate your future worlds, and timelines. I thrive in the deepest pits hell, and in the darkest of corners where Angels fear to thread. As I close my eyes to lay me down to sleep, I kill those who oppose me. Then proceed to play a friendly game of dodge ball with the reaper using the skulls of my slaughtered enemies. Your arsenal has no affect upon the likes of me, I am but mist, and a drop of dew on the grass in the morning. Your spies created me as their weapon of choice against high value targets needing absolute and irrevocable deniability. The heart attack in the middle of the night, the inexplicable car crash into a tree at 120 mph. Magic to some, science to others, woo to the masses, and pure joy to me. A night well spent, is a morning watching blood being washed away in the mud under a light rain. You cannot hide, you cannot run, and your reliance upon material goods to fight a war is laughable. Wars are fought and won in the minds, and hearts of men. You are so fully outclassed, the bottom rung of this ladder eludes you, even if you were to somehow locate it, your heart would fail upon seeing the horrors awaiting you. Your mind would shatter with the disbelief of the reality you have been so clueless about. I welcome you to hell, and gleefully await your surrender into the sweet nothingness of oblivion.
not mFrost.