• It was a dark and stormy night, the lightning cracked against the black clouds in the sky. The wind howled in the ears, sending shivers up the spines of the bustling people, as they hurried home. The unexpected storm showed no mercy, only kept at it. Some feared the worst.
    She stood at the back of an alleyway, crouched near the floor. One hand on the floor, she examined what lay before her. With a sigh, she got to her feet and picked up the first item. She pulled the black glove over her right hand, her dark eyes filled with remorse. A little further back he sat, counting up something in his hands.
    After she pulled on the gloves she wrapped the scarf around her neck, and fixed it so it hid her mouth and nose. She sheathed the katana at her waist, and then she pushed her waist length black hair out of the way. She made her way out of the alleyway, blending into the night.
    She only walked a few feet, and then her eyes spotted the home. She silently made her way across the dark and deserted street, the lightning flashing up in the sky, extending from sky to sky. She got to the back door of the house, and let herself in.
    The kitchen was modern, but she took no time in examining it. Instead she walked to the living room where two people - one male, one female - sat, watching the news. They did not hear her as she snuck up behind them. She took two daggers from her belt, and stuck one to each of their throats.
    "Where is it?" She asked. Her voice was always soft, even in situations where she commited homicide. They looked at her, clearly afraid. Neither of them, uttered a word, which should have been good, but she came here for information. "Where is it?" She asked again, a little more violently.
    After she pressed the daggers closer to their necks, the man stood up, followed by the woman. She kept the daggers at their throats while they led her upstairs to a locked door. She kicked it open, and pushed them through.
    "Find it." She hissed. The man walked to a dresser, and she ushered the woman to follow. He took out a black silk fabric, then unwrapped it.
    The life crystal shone in the lightning flash, and behind the scarf she smiled, and snatched it into her hands, her dagger only leaving his throat for three seconds.
    "Please don't kill us." The man begged. She felt sympathy for them, they were the first to ever had complied. But it was her job.
    "I'm sorry." She whispered, the tears in her eyes flowing down her cheeks. But before she could slice their throats, she dropped her daggers, and they fell to the floor with a clatter. She stared out the window.
    With a soft sob she took the crystal from her belt and gave it to the man, then picked up her daggers.
    "I can't do this anymore." She whispered, before pushing both of them into her body. She placed one beside her lung, another in her leg. If she'd die, well she'd suffer like her victims had. She fell to her knees.
    You see, she was not evil. She did what she had to do. The man she worked for gave her food and shelter for doing his dirty work. But she had a heart of gold and crystaline tears shed over two years. She was only nineteen.
    The man and the woman both crouched by her, the woman softly removed the daggers from her body.
    "Here, take this." The man put the crystal inbetween her slender hands. "What si your name?" He asked. The woman tended to her wounds, carefully dabbing at them with an disenfectant cloth.
    "It's Aradia." She whispered, the tears falling. The woman made her drink a thick white liquid, and wiped her tears from her eyes. Just before she closed her eyes, breathing deeply in peaceful and dreamless slumber.
    But two red eyes watched her, from right outside the dark window. They squinted, and disapeared as the man and woman carried Aradia off to a bedroom.