The Name Doesn't Matter

Dark brown eyes. That's the last thing you'll see before I take your life.

Soft pink lips will leave the mark that I have been here. Then cleared away with in a second. Leaving the trace hidden.

A kiss, the last thing that you'll feel before the pain of joining the after life.

A giggle. Wink. Swing of my hip. You'll be drooling over me.

You'll have to have brains to figure out I'm not just a pretty black haired girl.

You'll have to have the sixth sense to suss out that trouble is heading your way with a sneak that'll leave you gawking at the sight.

You'll have to have speed before you can get away from my slender hand.

But most importantly you'll have to have all those things with in a rate of nort.

I am a trained assassin. One of the best the world has seen - well unseen. I blend in with the shadows and darkness.