Leon propped himself against the alley wall as the harbinger of doom escaped his grasp.  If he didn't pursue the murderer, who knows what that horseman could do?!  Silently, the gravedigger cursed himself amidst pained breaths and heaving chests; he never expected his condition to catch up to him at this single moment.  Of all the times he could be debilitated, it just so happened to be now.  Leon clutched his chest, bowing his head whilst he took in heavy, much-needed inhales with an accompanying exhale.  His left hand still gripped the shovel tightly in his rage.  He could have caught the man, saved a lot of lives if he just was stronger than this!  He was never strong enough, and it led to the deaths he had sustained, and would sustain.  Leon viewed his condition as a dog chasing its tail, as a child chasing its shadow.  It was like...  waiting for a rain in a drought-- pointless and disappointing.  Lavender eyes opened gently before peering at the solemn heavens, cursing his fate and his weaknesses.

Was the gravedigger doomed to keep on chasing shadows and winds?  Everything he ever wanted to accomplish and treasure slipped through his fingers like soil and sand.  Leon looked down on the puddle in front of him, noticing his pale reflection as well as his fatigued eyes.  He never really got enough sleep for the past days, and that must have what triggered the attack.  However, as he looked at the waving water-mirror, Leon remembered the deaths that led him to this moment, that led him to this quest.  A shrewd smile formed on his lips as he plunged the shovel into the ground, aiding him in standing up.  As soon as he felt his chest loosen, and his breathing normalize, Leon combed back his locks with his fingers.  "It's not over yet.  The next time I see him, he's going down."  he cheered himself up before toting the shovel on his left shoulder.  As he walked through the alley, his shoes splashed against some puddles as he kept kicking at a certain tin can which he pursued over and over again, sending it farther and farther away.  Leon whistled calmly, relaxing his entire body from the failed endeavour.  Perhaps, he would get a drink or something.  After all, there was no way in hell he was going back to school at this rate.  However, as he kept kicking the can, he failed to see the ominous shadow standing directly in front of him, partly, because he had lost his glasses in the pursuit.  After all, his 5.0 eyeglass grade really made a difference between people and pixels.

However, soon, he spotted the dark mirage.  Immediately, Leon looked up as he began to see a woman whose face he swore he had seen before.  But, really, she didn't matter.  No, what mattered most was what she saw, and whether she would do anything about it.  Immediately, Leon gripped the shovel and propped it on the ground.  Then, he looked at the pixelated woman with half-lidded eyes.  "How,"  Leon began, swallowing a breath down his throat.  "How much did you see?"

[i]And, what are you going to do about it?[/i]