Cantarella ((Paused For Now))

Cantarella Chapter 1 and Prologue {Poison}

Cantarella {{Prologue}}

"Come to me," The man whispers, beckoning the small pale girl forward with long bony hands that made him look like a skeleton with a very thin skin stretched over the bones. The sight was disgusting. The man was old, grey hair speedily falling off his already bald head, and seemed to be at the age of seventy.

If any normal person were to see him, they'd think him a beggar of sorts. But in the girl's eyes, she knew who he was, for she was no ordinary person. She knew that this old man was the owner of an underground slave-trade. She knew that he greedily strived for money, and thus became corrupt. She knew her job well too.

She walked forward, unwavering and unaffected by the bile smell protruding from the man's mouth. The moment the girl stood less than a foot next to him, the man pulled her forward roughly by the hair and smashes her body against a nearby wall, his pressed against her. He smiles down at the girl evilly, thinking of how lucky he is.

He thinks he has a virgin girl ready for him, willing to let him "deflower" her. But he finds it so strange how the girl has no reactions whatsoever to his own actions. Why doesn't she fight back? He asks himself in confusion. But that thought is quickly dismissed as he decides to relish in the feeling of the girl's soft skin before thinking too into unimportant matters.

He smashes his lips against hers then, eager to go lower and do more. Eager to strip this girl of that annoying innocence that they all seem to have. It was his favorite hobby that, taking away all dreams and hopes from children. It was a fun hobby too, especially when no one could stop you from doing it.

And then, he tastes something strange on the girl's lips. Something bitter, yet plain and lacking in a real taste. He quickly pushes himself off the girl's body, coughing madly and uncontrollably before falling to the floor. His grey eyes meet with the girl's own violet ones, flashing brightly despite the lack of moonlight. The look on her face is calm, yet expectant.

What is she expecting? The man asks himself, dazedly gazing up still at the girl, right before his eyes close on their own and his heart goes down to a beat so slow, a pulse would be impossible to track. To all who knew nothing, he'd be dead. But to the girl, who knew her job so well, knew the truth.

That man had not died. No, he'd been poisoned. The small girl had rubbed a tiny amount of cantarella onto her lips, enough to knock him out easily, knowing that it would be the first place the man would go for. And as expected, within a few moments the cantarella had begun circulating itself throughout the man's body. It took only a few minutes to finish but the job was important and had to be done precisely and carefully.

Walking towards a nearby cab, the girl wrapped her arms around her slender waist, feeling nothing for the man. What she had done was right, and soon agents would come and pick up the man.

Soon he'd be guilty to the jury.

Soon, he'd die.

With the last thought still in mind, the girl lifted her head up once more to stare at the moon before the clouds covered it again. Sighing, she ducked her head into the cab on the curve of the street, and feel asleep as it drove away from the small desolate city.

She was glad she'd never have to return here again. That thought was the only positive thing she could think about at the moment, and she held it dearly in her mind, not wanting to think about anything else.

Friday Chapter 1

I open my eyes up to the full shine of the moon, and breathe in deeply, emotions running wild still from the memory of so long ago. That had been my first true mission here at the Bureau. The mission that showed them all my gift, and my tolerance to poison.