I die at the end.
Oh, I'm sorry. Were you expecting a softer opening? Allow me to restart. Hi. My name is...let's just call me Heiress. Don't get in the habit of asking too many questions, because I won't answer them. Not because I don't want to (though I don't), but because I don't know many of the answers myself. There has been one reoccurring question that I am asked more than others.
"What do you do for a living?"
I face the asker, smile politely, and respond the same every time.
"I kill people."
No matter the race, gender, or sexuality, their response is the same.
A chuckle. A giggle. A "you're so funny."
I never quite understood the joke, but I'd laugh anyway. I don't think the dead appreciate being laughed at, especially if you're the one that murdered them. Then again, maybe they are humorous, because they sure have a funny way of getting back at you. That's okay too. Death is a part of living and I've never been one to be scared of anything, or anyone. It's a good thing, too. I would look pretty damn dumb begging for mercy in front of the Grim Reaper. Mercy has never been my style. Call it what you will, but life to me is just the beginning to our end.
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Angelic Sins (Part 1)
RomanceA wealthy assassin named Heiress finds comfort in her weekly routine. She retrieves the Sunday paper, spots a target, and kills them using creative, gruesome, tactics. She navigates through life alone and doesn't have much need for human contact. Ev...
