He ran from the blood-soaked alley a half hour after he'd attacked, a piece of paper having been left by her stabbed body. It was not a note, but a charcoal drawing. A portrait, in fact. A portrait of the victim. A portrait of the victim...long before she had died...

A little thing I wrote for part of my English final, where I interpret Shakespeare in a very interesting and somewhat literal manner.

An additional battle for Beowulf to undergo: Beowulf must fight his shadow, Beoweoan, after starting a pride fight with the lesser son of Hygelac, Eantheow.