An Angel of Death

Never Normal

Wiping her shoes off on the grass outside the small building, the assassin tried to keep her guard up. A man lay inside in a pool of his own blood, she had killed him. She always seemed to be around the dead,and because of that her people skills weren't fantastic.

The last few minutes broke their was into her mind and she felt a tear roll down her cheek. "S-sir." she weakly whispered. "Sir, why had you made it so painful for yourself. I would have preferred you had a rather clean and painless death." a branch snapped behind her. She froze and wiped off her face, forcing her characteristic smile onto her face. The ink snuck out of it's well. "No." she told it. "Only if they attack." the black substance retreated.

"He-hello? A small voice came from behind. "Who are you?"

Allisin spun. "Greetings madame." she bowed. "May I inquire as to who you might be first? I feel as though my name may taint your vision of me."

"S-sarah." the small woman choked out. "W-why are you here?"

"Sarah.." she thought aloud. "That truly is a remarkable name. As to why I am here" a sigh escaped her, "I apologize in advance." the woman was visibly confused. Allisin walked toward her as she thought. Then she could tell the woman realized who she was.

"W-wait you- your're- the-." the woman sputtered as she stumbled backwards.

"Yes, I am the narrator. However I assure you that my job here is rather finished. It is a blasted terrible job though isn't it?"

The woman looked toward the house. "M-m-my father, how could you." Allisin saw a blade slip into the woman's hand. "You-you MONSTER."

The assassin didn't flinch, she simply stood there as the woman stepped forward, then froze. Her inky companion was on the other side of the woman. A small hole was now through the woman's chest. Her heart was visible. Well the inside of it was, the woman fell.

"A true shame." the assassin whispered. "She was just like her father."

As the assassin walked into the woods she wiped the blood from her face, the ink floating around her.

"No , you were not in the wrong." she told the ink. "There was, in fact, murder in her eyes." the black blob flowed around her in the air, turning to small black daggers as it spoke.

"My eyes do not contain murder." she corrected. "They do not contain anything anymore."