The Assassin In Red

The Assassin In Red

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My head turned sharply to the side from the hit I received. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath I snapped my eyes open and smirked at the man in front of me. "You messed with the wrong red headed bitch" I did a quick roundhouse kick to his chest. Walking up to him i kicked him then rolled him over. I put my shiny black combat boot on his throat and smirked. Spitting on my shoe he looked up at me "who the hell are you?!" ignoring him I kept looking at him"Who the fuck are you?!!" Grabbing my gun out of my red leather pants. "I'm the angel in red or as you call me red" I smirked as he looked up at me in shock. Bending over I whispered in his ear "I'm sending you where you belong you sick disgusting prick" standing up I pointed the gun at him, ignoring his pleas for mercy. "BANG" the sound of the rang out as I shot him between the eyes. This is Crimsons Evadne story read and find out. all copyrights reserved TheTattooedBeauty
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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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