Amaranth

Prologue

 Eyelashes, I had to look fabulous to assassinate something. So I needed eyelashes. I was born with short eyelashes and I needed to be enchanting. I picked the container up and placed the fake ones on my eyelid. yes. perfect. The cat meowed in the distance, he agrees

The alluring aura along with the exquisiteness and elegance balanced itself out. After one last look at the accomplishment and finished look due to my fake eyebrows, I smirked and was ready to continue my job as an assassin. I admit it isn't the best job or the most ideal but it had it's bouts of excitement. it's a game of life and death: you get caught, you die, you don't, the other person dies. A meaningless game that i continue to play while living in this imperfectly beautiful world. I gave my cat one last cuddle and a goodbye before I headed out for another game of gambling with life. I closed and locked the door, making sure my precious kitten was safe and happy and tucked my gun in the inside of my jacket. I had a feeling this was going to be one fun game of chance.