| Eyes watching me. I can feel them burning into my back, moving down to my subtly swaying buttocks. Pigs. I could have them all if I wanted. But that's not why I'm here. I'm here to do a job. I'm here to complete my assignment and get out as quickly and silently as possible. Oh, and kill anyone who gets in my way. I climb the stairs quietly, knowing exactly where I need to go, even though I have never been here before. My feet make no sound as I creep down the hallway. I push slowly on the door, wincing when it creaks loudly. I freeze and listen intently for movement within, but no one stirs. I slip in silently, make my way over to the bed and pause at the two lovers, tangled in each others' arms, blissfully asleep. In one motion, I slide my knife from its sheath and slit both their throats. They don't feel a thing. A single tear runs down my face, as it always does for the ones I take. The window is open, as promised. I leap through it and into the night, with its endless possibilities. I don't have to be quiet anymore. No one is around to hear the twigs snap under my feet or the leaves swishing around my steps. I reach the clearing in record time, I think, but of course he is already there. As soon as he sees me he rushes over to take me in his arms, mashing my mouth to his and making the passion I've been suppressing rise hungrily. He drags me to the ground, smelling like musk and blood, the after-effect of the Hunt. I could taste the adrenaline pumping through his veins. His warm hands slip under my shirt, taking away the cold and bringing a new wave of heat. They drift over my skin, wreaking havoc with my nerves and drawing a moan from my lips. He moves to my breasts, teasing my already hard nipples, and making my back arch. I can feel him hard against my thigh and he unties my pants, slipping them off. There is a brief pause, then he plunges into me, making my nails dig into his arms. We move in perfect rhythm for what seems like forever, and we come at the same time, the stars above us explode and everything is perfect and good and right. Then it's over and I lay in his arms, loving him with all my being. After a while, I know it's time to get up. I reach for my clothes, and take my time putting them back on, wanting to stay here forever. But I know I can't. I walk over to him, still beautifully naked and deeply asleep. My knife glints in the moonlight as, in one motion, I slit his throat. Two tears run down my face and I walk away, my assignment complete. |