I stared at the young woman. Her long hazelnut brown hair was resting on her sleeping body, her eyes shut, a smile on her face. She looked so calm, so innocent.
"Hmph" I muttered, innocent or not, I had a job, a job that I wanted to end sooner, I had been waiting for a perfect time to strick and I finally found it. I pulled out my dagger, the victim had to be killed quickly, boring of you ask me. The woman made a noise and turned around. I still remembered why she had to be killed.
I was sitting in my office, looking over some papers when my door opened. How rude.
"Pardon me but I think that you have to knock" I spat. The man lifted a bushy eyebrow and smirked. "Is there a problem sir?"
"How old are you?" he asked. I stood up, a smile appearing on my face. I got closer to the man, my (e/c) digging into his white soul. After a few minutes of digging they found it, a big black spot in it. I smirked.
"Does it matter, mister Brown?" the pride faded from his face and was replaced with fear and confusion.
"H-how do you know my name?" he stuttered.
"Why do you care? You were going to tell it to me anyway...lets talk business, who shall the victim or victims be, method of killing and reason" the brown haired man bit his lower lip. My eyes dug deeper into his soul, trying to find out what that big black spot was. Was it something that he had done or the other way around?
"I-its my wife" he stuttered, again, so he was a coward, interesting. "...and we had a divorce a while ago" what did you do mister Brown? "...and she's taken all of the money... "
"I see...do you have any children?"
"Yes, I have a boy"
"I? Shouldn't it be we mister Brown?" I asked. The mans face got paler.
"Does it matter miss Peneva (it's a Bulgarian name) " people were so stupid, they believed everything and I am an assassin, how can you think that that's my real name.
"No, I'm just curious, so, I guess that you would like the wife to be killed, how?"
"Quick and quiet, I don't care about the body"
"Understood, now, the payment"
And here I was.
I sat on top of her, her eyes fluttered, I lifted my dagger. Her gray eyes opened, but before she could even see her attacker I stabbed her and shut her mouth. I could see how the life was slowly fading from her face. Warm liquid fell from her eyes as I dug the dagger deeper. Her struggling stopped. Silence filled the room. I took the dagger put of her and cleaned it. The door opened.
"Mommy?" a boy's voice asked. My eyes widened. Brown lied? I didn't turn around, but could feel how the child was slowly processing what was happening. "M...mommy?" he asked. I was a murderer by heart, but I would never kill a child! I got off of the body, not looking around.
"Your mother is gone" I said. Something dropped on the ground, probably a toy.
"B-but..." the child sniffed. "You..."
"No, not me" and with that I disappeared into the darkness.
I hope that you liked it! Ciel is coming in the story soon!
