alysha

And though I was currently living a fairy tale, some part of my soul knew that happiness couldn't last forever. I didn't deserve a happily ever after, and there weren't many other cards to play when that was the truth.

So many thoughts ran through my head. Most of them contained the same, simply three words so often strung together that it was too much a classic cheese or cliche to say it, but they still had meaning, no matter how many times they had been repeated.

I stood behind the man__ chair, my blade at his throat. __hy do you do it?_ I asked, knowing he wouldn__ answer. __ill people, and blow up buildings, and sell drugs?_ It was what they all did. Committed crimes. That was why I killed them. __ou__e a criminal, a terrorist, a danger. And I have been asked to take you out._ I told him. I was legend now, yet he asked the same question all the others did. __hat is your name?_ My sensitive ears tuned out the slit as my sword cut his neck. I walked around the chair to see his face. I watched as his eyes__lowly at first__hanged from blue to milky white. His skin went pale. And as I heard him take his last breath, I ducked in so my lips hovered at his ear, and whispered, __y name, is Sharden.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. The soft melody of his lips was calming. I closed my eyes. I could smell his human skin, his human breath, his human hair, and for the first time, I would give anything to be human too.