Death

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Death is not the violent pain that life offers. Rather it is the quiet before the storm. The peace before the rapids. The silence in the war. It doesn't hurt like some say. I have experienced so much of it, dealt it for most of my life. I can tell you that the peace death offers is what we crave.                                                                      

        It sings on our blood, the call is so strong it often lures most into its wake. I have lived in its hand, being its scythe for my entire life. It is the closest thing to a father I have. When we dance, we leave life behind. It no longer matters.
      Death is my close friend. It has always been there lurking in the corner, whispering in my ear. Leading me to people. I am it's willing slave. I will do what he has called.

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Sneaking into his house at night was easy. He lived in an upscale apartment in Dallas. It was fancy. A large apartment equipped with all the facets of a normal house. I flipped through the papers on his desk.
Newspapers, bills, magazines, all the hinges of a regular office. Nothing out of the usual. I snuck into his room. He was asleep. A tired look rested on his face. He was shirtless. I closed my eyes. Do not look. You don't need to see his host body. Don't look at his carved abs, or his large, toned arms. Damn it you looked. Justice you slut who's never had sex, don't look!!! No no no wipe the drool off your face. Just kill him and leave.
I pulled the knife from my belt. My tight black cat suit covered all of my body and a black veil covered my face. I snuck to his side. Sliding the knife along his throat. A ruby spray followed by the sound of a man choking on his own lifeblood filled the air. He grabbed his throat. "You messed with the wrong man. Now you can." I whispered in his ear. His eyes bulged and went hazy. I watched and laughed as the life left his eyes.

I laughed as I walked to my Corvette. The drive home was pleasant. I dialed the Man. I hit dial tone. "It's done." Was all I said and hung up.

This one is shorter, sorry. The next one should be longer if it turns out!!! Love ya!😊😊😊

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