Miss Oleander and The Wraith

Miss Oleander and The Wraith Part 1

Miss Oleander and the Wraith

Chapter 1

Wraith

I walked out of my victim's house silently and saw a sleek figure slip down the street. Watching the figure in front of me stride down the pavement, with her heels clicking loudly I winced. As I silently slipped into the corner and drew my knife, she whipped her head around and looked me in the eye. 

Chapter 2

Miss Oleander

As I walked, I could hear my black heels clicking against the pavement. The sound snapped through the otherwise silent night air. I made a sharp turn, only to see a woman standing in the corner with a black suit. She had on fingerless gloves and their hair was in a bun. I saw a small glint of metal in the moonlight. A knife probably. I slid against the wall of a building and slowly inched closer. I formed some bubbly poison in my hand and waited for any subtle movements. I came out in a flash, the poison in a liquid orb flowing around me. "Drop the dagger."

Chapter 3

Wraith

Next thing I knew, the sleek figure was standing in front of me, an orb of poison floating around her. "Drop. The. Dagger." she demanded. I scoffed slightly, trying to hide my fear as I masked it with a little grin on my face. "At least give me a chance to defend myself," I taunted, my mind racing with defense techniques and weak spots. "I may be a better fighter than I look,"

Chapter 4

Miss Oleander

I looked at her with a straight face. "I can barely see anything except

for a wannabe assassin," I smirked. The girl chuckled softly "I think you shouldn't judge a book by its cover," I looked her up and down. Maybe I shouldn't judge her, I thought. "What's your name, hon?" I asked, She smiled softly "They call me The Wraith." My eyes widened. "No, you aren't," I laughed. Then I looked at the blood on the tip of her knife. I got closer to her, studying her face. She looks like a twelve-year-old,  I thought to myself.  There was no way she was The Wraith.