ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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Life is something unique, isn't it? Unpredictable.
One day there's light, other the only thing we know is darkness.
My life has been like this for years now, a cycle. I turned myself on the exact opposite I was. I trained myself, worked on myself and now... now I'm a fucking solo killer.
Ask by the name 'Dark Angel' into all the illegal world, and they'll know who I am.
But do they, really? No one knows my real name, or face.
They contact me, I accept the job and send the bodies. They send the money, and it's a cycle.
I do the dirty job cocky cowards don't have the balls to do. I've trained most of my life for this, I'm a human weapon. I have the sight, the earing, the moves, and the perfectionism.
No single cop ever figured out my killings, some don't even go noticed.
Living in the shadows is something I'm used to, but sometimes it gets boring.
At least it gives me money.
I take out my white haired wig and enter the shower to clean myself.
After a busy night I come home, fill a glass with expensive white wine, and just vibe to the warm water of the bath engulfing my skin, the low background music accompanying me.
That's exactly what I'm doing right now.
I live alone on a house that's probably too much for a single person, with no family, no friends, nothing... But I'm used, I'm good on my own.
We born alone, we die alone.
Stepping out of the bathtub, I wrap a towel around my tanned body, and another one on my dyed scarlet red hair.
It compliments my green eyes, I like it.
I enter my bedroom and seat on the red couch against the huge glass window, with view for the nature surrounding my house. The sky is pitch black and full of stars liting it up.
I love stars, it's one of the little things I actually like.
That and knives. Small and delicate, but lethal. Just like me.
I'm not really small though, I'm 5'7.
Picking my laptop, I open my email seeing what jobs catch my attention. I like challenges, and this past days I've been getting way too easy tasks. We need to spice them up a bit.
