She was freezing. Ice crept along the floor towards her, occasionally rearing up as if fighting its master's slow approach towards her. The air around her was white and misty, so cold and yet so heavy, as if the sky itself was pushing down on her.
She watched the man stalk down the path, the ice biting at her more with every step he took. She put her hands in front of her, praying for them to warm up enough for her to gather her dark magic. It began pounding in her veins and she felt her heart lurch with hope. The ice had reached her ankles now, freezing them to the ground. The pain was almost unbearable.
In her desperation, she attempted to break the ice and jump back, flailing her arms as she did. Her arms met above her head and Black sparks sprang from her fingertips. She brought her hands down in front of her, and willing every ounce of magic she had left to channel down her arms, she pointed at the man.
Shadows raced down her arms like snakes, leaving trails of black, glittery substance in its wake. They raced across the ground to the man. As soon as they started winding up his legs he was screaming. They smoothed over his skin like a case around him, and then darted into his eyes, his ears, his mouth, choking and suffocating him until he fell to the floor. The shadows raced back to her and disappeared into the bare skin of her forearms with a tingle, taking their glittery substance with them.
Ace awoke with a start, her heart pounding and her arms tingling.
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Ace Of Spades
FantasyAce Fairway is a notorious assassin with many dark secrets in her past, and no doubt many more to come in her future. She is famous for what she does, and has killed many times, but this victim is different. How is she connected to her target? Is...
