the lost sister---DUMBEST POSSIBLE VERSION

the lost sister---DUMBEST POSSIBLE VERSION

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No one heard as she slithered up the drain pipe. Not a noise as she eased open the window. The only sound was the pitter patter of the rain on the black tin roof, the soft padding of the servant girls feet as the window was closed. When the girl passed she willed herself to become a shadow on the wall. She spent a day trailing lord Vaki, the little brute. She spent an hour learning how to get in. an hour to learn the guards shifts. An hour to find his room. Then she waited till the next rain. With her knee length black hair tied in a braid she opened the grand mahogany door, with barely a groan, and waited for the next peal of thunder to close it. As she slipped towards the bed where the lord and lady were sleeping, she drew her dagger from the scabbard at her shoulder with a whine. She was about to slit the lady's throat, she woke up and almost screamed. She shut up soon enough, but the noise woke lord Vaki. He begged for his life. She was not one to give mercy. Without the merest trace of regret she slit his throat too.......
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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