He crept along the wall, his eyes peering ahead into the light. The man took a deep breath before proceeding. Moving softly he brought his head around the corner. Before him sat the fattest man he had ever laid eyes on. He was surrounded by food, turkeys piled up around him. He ate with a particular swiftness, taking no time to savor his endless meal. He consumed bird after bird, throwing the scraps to the dogs below. Shocked the man said nothing, Looking out again he observed his prey in particular detail. The fat man seemed inhuman, his flesh rolling over him like sludge. He must have had multiple stomachs. The odd bulges under his robes bore no other explanation. It almost seemed like he was melting, his body disintegrating under its own weight. He sat at a large table, surrounded by others, close, but not comparable to his own mass. They too ate with an alarming heist. It appeared as though they were bulking up for a hundred winters. Looking away he turned back to the wall. He reached behind him and drew a blade, its surface glowing dimly in the warm light. He brought the blade to his chest and took a deep breath. Standing there for a moment he muttered prayers in anticipation. Ready he emerged. He came with a decisive haste, running toward the largest man with sure purpose. Jumping he landed soundly on the table. Like the food before him the blade entered, piercing him soundly through the chest. This time the man savored its flavor. He quenched the digging pain, sucked on the blood as though it were his last meal.
Jumping into the air he left the dead body. He rushed to a nearby window and threw himself into its cold darkness.
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