I am a silent whisper of wind, the most prodigious pig that ever was, an amazing wonder, my target snorts.

"What kind of ridiculous notion is this? An assassin coming for me? Furthermore a Pig? How preposterous can your stories get?"

He hangs up the phone. I wait by the door of his office until he comes out. *click* The knob turns, the knife in my mouth at the ready, and as he steps through the door, I shoot forward, the edge of the blade aimed at his neck, his jugular.

*bfffhhh* 

An invisible force repels my knife and my body. The knife clatters to the floor, my teeth hurting from the vibration. The man smiles.

"Truly the power of Foreshadow is not to be trifled with. A Death Note is also a formidable tool, I must take it back. Fortunately, my power of Writer's Block can be activated with just a Thought."

I knew it was useless to attack while his power was active and I also knew it was useless to run.

"Piggie, you should be honored, not everyone can fall victim to my other power."

"*Cliff-Hanger*"