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"No one leaves the organization." She turned the words over and over in her mind, as she watched the man get out of his SUV and enter the building. She stayed where she was, crouched silently on the rooftop across the street, watching the entrance and the door of the place across from her. Why did those words haunt her so ? Why did they stick in her mind so ? She was loyal. Right ? She wasn't about to turn traitor on them. Right ? Yet that line, of everything the orders had said, that line would not stop bouncing off of the walls of her mind. Dressed in black, raven wings, she was nearly invisible unless one knew what to look for. And she certainly didn't make a sound. She was so busy thinking about the orders she'd recieved, trying to figure out if someone had been in her head and mucked around in there, found out where she was at, that she almost missed the target exiting the building. She narrowed her eyes as the target got into his SUV and pulled away from the building. She pushed off of the rooftop, and followed overhead in the night sky, trailing the SUV all the way back to his estate. She landed inside the gated walls just as he stopped the vehicle. When he opened the door and stepped out of the car, it was to see her sleight frame graced by those great black wings blocking his view of the moon. And right in front of him. He swallowed, hard, and she could taste his fear in her empathy just as easily as one would taste the salt of a chicken soup. Unlike her usual kills, she didn't smile at him. She didn't relish the idea of doing her job this time. She wondered why it was that she did her job. Wondered why it was that she continued to do this. And wondered what life might be like if she didn't have this dirty little secret that she had to keep on top of and perform for. The target never spoke a word. His feet were glued to the ground and he was immobilized by his fear. He knew who she was, of course. He'd defected. "No one leaves the organization." As those words rang through her mind again, her sword, unsheathed now and in her hands, rang through through the air and cleanly relieved him of his life. She stuck the weapon back into it's scabbard and took flight again, taking to the sky on raven wings and a mind in complete turmoil. As she flew, the same thought continued to turn over in her mind. It ate away at her, and she couldn't figure out why, or why she was letting it do so. After all... hadn't he just wanted a chance to live? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ V3 : Daz3D V3 Tex : Zivari Blue, by Vali V3 Morphs : Envy - my morphs Hair : Ivy's Long Tails, by Aery Soul Clothing : Uzilite's Veronica Year Three Environment : Alpha City, by Content Paradise Minor postwork in Corel Photopaint 8. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ |