Prologue
My heart crushed, stripped from my chest and trampled on thousands of times, my life which was once bright now darkened by the betrayal I never saw coming towards me. My once happy, joy filled life now destroyed by someone who said they loved me, only to use me tell drier then the sands in a desert. My energies drained faster than a bucket without a bottom. It turn to the one thing that's never hurt me like this, being a assassin, its who I am its who I'll always be.
Running away from all I once cared about, I don this black jacket as my sign of distance away from the world, away from people. I brandish a single silver blade that marks my position. My silver hair against my black attire, contrasting in the very least. My movements lethal, my logic deadly. Your life is only a game to me, a slight game of cat and mouse.
My mission is only what I'm paid for nothing more nothing less. A hand hired to the highest bidder, and my target is you. I thought to myself remembering everything I set behind me. All the pain and suffering I was put through all part of my past. My life was now my own no one controlled me, but yet I find something missing. Something I cant buy with my money.
"What is it that I long for?" I questioned, and the cold white ceiling of my apartment stared down at me no answer coming from it. I let out a sharp groan and slid out of bed picking up the weapons and placing them into their respected sheaths as I made my way into the attached bathroom. I leaned against the counter, my mind going, contemplating what I could want and still no results came up.
"The heavens like to play a cruel game," I chuckled, "Little do they know I'm not someone to ******** with." I grabbed the handle of the sink the smooth metal brushing against my callused fingers, the feeling made me shiver. I quickly turned the water on and splashed it onto my face, rubbing my sleep deprived eyes.
I reached for the acid green towel that was hanging from the rack, the soft wool rolling around my fingers as I dried my face, and then tossed it aside. I looked up at the mirror to see a young mans face looking at me, his deep gray eyes digging deep into my soul. The same eyes I used on so many others, to gain the information I wanted. I quickly looked away, not wanting to see if the trick would work on me.
I walked back into my bedroom the darkness that greeted me would blind a normal human but this was my time of day, I could see my bed sitting in front of me a small paper sitting on my black comforter, a paper that wasn't there before. I scooped the paper up and read it over to myself before I grabbed one of my shirts and pulled it over my scar covered torso.
It was time to go, because my next target had been selected.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~