Story Part 2

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Story Part 2

Steading my pace I watch as the target turns down a dark ally way between a few stores. Moving gracefully as a feline I move my body after his. My feet treading ever so lightly I turn into the ally way and see him turn another corner. My eyes are on him, tracing his every movement, figuring out his pace, his behaviour and his build. Sprinting quietly I turn around the next corner... and find a dead end. How could I have lost him, he was right in my sight and I lost him, either I'm loosing my touch or he knows my every move as well. Hearing a sickening laugh I turn around quickly and then I feel the sensation of metal piercing my body and I stagger backwards. Looking down I see a knife in my chest and blood on my hands. I start to laugh, a laugh that probably belongs to a monster but thats what I am. I'm a monster; I'm the Cheshire Cat. I continue to laugh as I look up at my target and what I see in his eyes is what I love: the look to fear. I pull the knife out of my chest and smile "was that supposed to hurt?". He starts to stagger backwards and runs away. I stop laughing and and leans against the wall and fall down to the ground. I let out a sigh and take my shirt off and grab a cloth out of my bag. Wrapping it around my waist I let out a small tear, and then another tear and before I know it I'm crying. "I don't want to do this anymore" I cry even more and before I know I'm out of tears. A sudden noise makes me jolt backwards and wince in pain. It's the target that I was supposed to eliminate, my voice rough and horse I ask "why are you here? Shouldn't you be getting away from me, I was sent to assonate you."

"You're crying."

" Yeah so what?"

"If you truly wanted to assonate me, you would've kept running after me instead of treating your wound and crying."
"I don't need your help If thats what you're implying."

"Even the Cheshire Cat needs help from time to time." He gives me a small smile and gently grabs one of my arms and puts it around his shoulders. "Come on lets get you come help" that was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

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