A Little Death, Levi A.

Prologue

A murderer.

A slave.

An assassin.

A tool.

A weapon.

A number.

An experiment.

That's all she was, at least to the government pigs. She was a smart girl, too smart for her own good. She knew what she was doing when she carried out her orders. She also knew what would happen if she didn't.

She was very perceptive. She was quiet and reserved, only because she was constantly observing her surroundings. From what she could remember, there was never a moment she felt safe. But life was cruel to her, and never gave her a reason to.

She was a dog. Her sole purpose in life, was to follow orders. To obey every command that was barked at her, regardless of how much her owner abused her. It was uncommon for a 15 year old girl to think of herself as a pet, but what else could she be?

She had no family. No personality. No sense of self. No innocence. 

The one thing she did have was a dream. A dream of having a home. Not just a stable living environment. Friends, a husband, children, pets maybe. A building full of people who wanted her for the right reasons.

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Walking through the quiet and empty streets of Stohess, the young girl stared blankly ahead. Her mind was shut off, no thoughts lingering in her mind after ruining another family. Her clothes stained with scattered crimson liquid, the same crimson liquid that would wedge itself underneath her finger nails. She knew these people didn't deserve to die, but she had no choice. If she didn't do it, she would be punished and the job would get completed by the hands of someone else. Their deaths are inevitable.

The streets were empty, the light of the full moon guiding her way back to base. Luckily she can walk around Wall Sina freely during this time since everyone is already in for the night. Because of the dark, the blood spattered on her skin cannot be noticed from the distance of someone's window. But even if she was noticed by someone, she would just kill them and flee. It wouldn't bother her. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she didn't feel guilty for it. In fact, she didn't feel anything at all. She wasn't allowed to.

She hated to admit it, but she desperately wanted to be saved. If she attempted to leave, she would be found and punished. She was the favorite. In every way. Some of the handlers were fascinated by her ability to flawlessly carry out any order given to her. Some were more interested in her appearance, young and beautiful and her body had recently started developing more femininely. Some were intrigued with her bloodline, as she was the last member of a strong clan that served the king long ago.

While walking along the street, she noticed two figures approaching her. She stepped a few steps away and walked with her head faced towards the ground as they drew near. As she passed them, she acknowledged the heavy shift of tension in the atmosphere. She walked a few feet past them when one of them called out to her.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Her hand darted to the dagger that was strapped to her thigh. Of course she would look suspicious being that close to citizens. Her uniform they required was revealing, not only of her body, but her weapons as well. She was required to wear a black body suit. Although tight, the fabric was very breathable and flexible. The zipper was conveniently in the front. The long sleeves were comfortable in the chilling night air, but the bottom half of the suit ended at the thighs, leaving little to the imagination. Her black pistol was always strapped at her hip, and her black dagger was always strapped on the inside of her thigh. The purpose of it was to be a distraction, seeing as all her victims were males. If something were to go wrong, their distraction or hesitation could be life or death.