There was a window open somewhere, or broken, either way, the breeze was easily felt and heard as a high pitched whistle made it\'s way down the cold stone corridor. If you listened carefully you could hear footsteps echoing around the building, constant voices, shouts, the clank of weaponry.
But Jenno wasn\'t listening to any of it, he couldn\'t feel the cold wind or hear the annoying whistle of the wind which came and went. This corridor was rarely used, it was near the top of the building, towards one of the towers and Jenno sat in a huddle underneath a flickering light, a cloak wrapped around himself against the chill that he was ignoring, a large book propped up against his knees.
He lightly traced his finger down the page, reading swiftly and then flipping the page and continuing quickly, not pausing for a moment. Jenno was three quarters of the way through the large book and still going strong, he had taken it out of the library earlier in the day and by the looks of the fragile pages it looked it had been read by hundreds of students before and witnessed various interesting occurances, a couple of the pages had been difficutl to read because of the blood splatter. Still, a book that told about the best ways to disect various parts of the body without killing the victim was bound to have been put to use. Some people would need the diagrams there the first time.
But he wouldn\'t. Jenno could already see the body cut open in his head and was tucking away the information safely in his mind, ready to try out...next time. He didn\'t need the book with him, he would be able to see these intricate words and diagrams in his mind when he needed them and was already combining them with previous information, working out ways to improve on these ancient arts. To keep someone alive, but open and able to see how their bodies were working while they looked up in you with that look in their eyes? That look that showed they knew it would all end soon, but not soon enough. That look he stored in his mind to remember, so he could remember all the good times. They too were stored away in his head like all the information he had processed over the past few years.
Still, his memory of the contents of this book might have been improved by the fact that this was not the first time he had read this book. It had been one of the first he had checked out when he first arrived, and he generally read it about once a year. He didn\'t need to read it to refresh his memory, but he enjoyed reading the familiar words and enjoyed the feeling of already knowing everything it was telling him.
Jenno reached up, tightening the bandana (red,matching his sash) which held back his dark locks as his eyes continued to scan the tiny words. He kept reading, straining his eyes without even realising it in the growing darkness and not hearing the approaching footsteps or seeing the figure who appeared from around a corner.