Short Stories And One Shots

Prompt 2

Music filtered through the ballroom as couples danced their hearts away. Everyone was there to have fun, but not Azalea. She was on a mission. 

Finding this guy is going to be impossible! The woman thought as she weaved through the elegant crowd. Everyone was wearing a mask, due to the fact that it is a masquerade ball. Patting down her elegant red dress, she watched as different people past by her.

Too short. Too tall. Too slender. That's not even a male. Her thoughts wandered off as she judged everyone.

The man she was looking for was different. A murderer. Someone she could never forget nor forgive. It felt as if an eternity had passed by and still no sign of the man she was looking for. Someone put their hand on her shoulder.

Azalea turned around quickly, her instinctive fighting skills taking over her actions. Before she could do any real damage to the human that stood before her, the man asked, "looking for someone?"

Gasping, Azalea stumbled backwards slightly. The same blue eyes, smug grin, and brown radish-like hair. It was him. "Shall we dance?" The man asked, holding out his hand. A simple gesture, some might think. But she knew better. This dance wasn't going to end well. If worst comes to worst, someone will end up being killed.

"Of course," Azalea agreed through gritted teeth. Placing her hand on his, he pulled her closer. Their faces were close but neither one of them felt any chemistry. "Why are you here, Agent Rose?" The man in the black mask asked. "Hunting down a culprit," Azalea replied easily. There was no need to hide it. He knew why she was there. He knew what he had done.

"And who might that be?" Smirking, he dipped her. "You know perfectly well who I'm looking for," She growled. "Oh, do I now?"

Azalea couldn't take it anymore.

His smug grin.

Murderous eyes.

The man who killed her sister was standing right in front of her. There was no way he was leaving the ball room alive, even if she died trying.

-- A few Weeks Later--

"Welcome everyone!" The large man's voice interrupted the eerie silence. "We are here to honor a great companion of ours," he stated, his voice low. Sadness laced all his movements and words. "She was a great sister, friend, and agent," he continued, moving towards the black object. "Now, will you please join us in our moment of silence?" He bowed his head as did everyone else. After a few minutes of silence, the man looked up. "Now you may pay your respects." He nodded towards the crowd. Each person stepped up, mumbled something sentimental, and placed a flower on the coffin.

The man from the masquerade ball walked up. A sinister grin spread across his face. "You shouldn't have messed with me, Mrs. Azalea Rose," he mumbled and placed a flower on her coffin.

A/n: This isn't my BEST, but oh well. Hope you enjoyed it all the same. I changed the ending quite a bit so it might not be as smooth. I would also like to thank --IRllyDontCare-- for helping me! Thanks for reading!!! (narwhalsarelife)