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In the world of humanity, there is pain, dread, and sorrow, but alas, to follow suit, there is also love, happiness and serenity. Humanity is so corrupt, killing eachother for power and control, just like animals. Assassins, murders that kill for money, are main aspects of this cruel world of what we live. Men and women who are already powerful enough to grip the world between their fingers hire assassins to kill off competition, enemies, or normal peasants whom know too much about whatever corruptions in their lives.
Assassins pass you in everyday life, just make sure you're not their target, or else you'll never know what hit you, as a gun rings or a knife glitters with your blood. And with one last breath, the breeze will carry away your last breath of life.

Matt lounged on the roof, hearing the screams of a young girl, possibly 17. He got to his feet slowly and lazily, following the sound, until it was cut short.
He smirked and ran, jumping from roof to roof.
Suddenly, a young woman jumped in front of him, from the edge of the building.
He reached forward and placed his hands on her tanned skin, knowing this wasn't the assassin who had killed off the young girl, but this one was going or going from a job.
Her eyes widened in surprise and fear as she teetered on the edge.
"My, my, aren't you just a sweetie," he cooed, taking in her small body. Her hands gripped his forearms, tightening as he took a step forward, angling her body downwards, so that she was balancing, the only thing keeping her from falling to her death was him.
"I'm an assassin. Just like you." She tried desperately, to keep him from letting her go.
"Me? An assassin? My, I have no idea what you're talking about," he grinned.
One of his hands creeped to the back of her head, to grip the hair there, as he let go with the other hand, still keeping her balanced.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, but dangerously sharp knife.
By now, both of her hands were gripping his left arm, the one keeping her up.
He placed the knife on her wrist and the knife bit in deeply. She cried out and let go, blood falling to the ground below.
"There you go sweetie." He said as she paled.
"What do you want?" She cried, tears pooling and falling from her eyes.
"I want to hear your screams as I cut you from my arm," he growled, slicing her other arm.
And as promised, she screamed as he let go of her hair, falling to the ground below, in a pool of her own blood, with a sickening crunch.

((OoC:Sorry it's so long guys. I got over-excited. =3))

((I like it better in 1st person! XP Gah! Fine, fine.))

She grips the Knife in between her index finger, and middle.
"Tsk, tsk, you know better than that darling," She says as she places the knife in her pocket. She shoots her blood red eyes at the small girl,
"Heh, your lucky, I'll leave you be," She says as she walks away. Her hips swinging back and forth in a cat-like manner. The girl leaves Emma alone as she walks away, Emma's pace increasing as she hears a pair of footsteps around the corner. Stopping directly at the corner to peer at the unwelcome guests, Emma waits. Her breathing increasing as adrenaline fills her head, a couple holding hands just walking, merrily. She hold back a growl from her throat as they walk by.
"I love you hun," The women says, Looking lovingly into her significant other's eyes. Emma's eyes twitch as they both glance at her. Her mind spins as she tries to comprehend the feeling, the feeling of love. The ability to undeniably love someone, and why she has never felt it. Then her mind flickers to the needles, test tubes, and scalpels. She doubles over in pain as shooting pain fills her head.

She looks up at the small girl,
"G- go Away!" She yells as she grips her head in pain, "Ju- just go!"
More images of scalpels dance in her mind, scaring her eyes. She struggles to get up as she walks away. She stumbles over her own feet as the little girl bugs her again.

Matt jumps from the roof, onto a tent and off. Walking down the street, he puts on an impassive face and stuffs his hands into his pockets, pretending to be human, which he wasn't. Humans have feelings, he did not. They felt guilt and pain when they killed someone. He did not. They felt love towards other people. Again, he did not.
He went to his apartment, which, unknowingly, was right below the young Celia.

Matt settled himself at his window, catching sight of another young girl.
"I'll see you tomorrow. I'll find you," he said, stifling a yawn, seeming almost human as he did so, if it wasn't for the sinister chuckle that followed.
He fell asleep staring up at the stars.

Celia wakes up, on her floor, with atleast twenty wrappers around her, and her pet anaconda slithering over her.
"Hey, Slithe." She says, yawning. "New day, new kills, eh?" She yawns again, and gets up. With a running start, she launches herself out her window, and tumbles through the air onto the next, lower building. She jogs and jumps across building, until she sees the girl again. She lands behind her lightly, and breathes in a deep breath...
"I WANT MY KNIFE!" She screams.

Celia catches her knife and embraces it like one would a cat.
"It's STABBY STAB STAB TIME!" She cries happily, dashing after Emma, only to slam into her, and falling on her butt. :My butttttt!" She cries. ""That's where I keep my caaaaaaake!" She wails.