to catch an assassin; [kiah]

Being an assassin wasn't a walk in the park. The job itself was rather difficult, well for most, for me it was like stealing candy from a baby, which, trust me, wasn't very hard at all. Today I had just finalised the death certificate for the one and only Bender Fortly, an old man, a pervert too. But this guys wasn't into the gorgeous woman who walk around the streets but the young boys who play in the playgrounds. The leader had assigned him to me with a scowl of disgust and I had rid him from this world effortlessly and in a way where I knew he would not be forgotten. I had chopped of his arms first, blood had gone everywhere but lucky me had worn a plastic raincoat and boots for that precise reason. after that, I had seed them to his forehead, like horns of the devil. His eyes had been wide, open and I never closed them. I pulled bak his chubby cheeks and stapled them with a staple that was used in surgery to staple the flaps of his checks to his bottom eyelid making his face stretch into an unnerving smile.

I had then broken each of his legs and laid him on his stomach so that his chin rested on the tiles o his small home. After a moment I had browsed his computer printed off a few of his revoulting pictures and stapled them so that they climbed his arms- an art gallery of his own. The whole process had taken time and the man hadn't died straight away, he had bleed out slowly, feeling every slice of my blade, every punch of my staple gun. Each time he cried out loud, his voice muffled by the rather disgusting sock I had shoved down his throat. 

When I was finished I had shrugged off my blood covered plastic protective gear and buried them somewhere where they wouldn't be found. My work may seem sloppy to you, but I never left the peacekeepers a slightest clue to whom it was who had turn this disgusting man into a work of art worthy of their attention. I was always careful, thats why I was one of the best. Yes my worked was more untraditional compared to the quick slit in the throat before jumping from a window and disappearing into the night air. That... That was too simple. I mean don't get me wrong, I was a simple guy... but when it came to my work I took pride i what I did, I loved to make my victims into something that was worthy to be remembered. You see no one was going to remember that pedophile who preyed on young boys. But they would remember that pedophile whose body was mutilated who preyed on young boys. 

Now I walk down the streets of my home, hands in pockets a whistle slipping past the guard of my lips. Today had been a rather productive day and after completing my assignment  I had the rest of the day to myself. I had no idea what I wanted to do but I didn't know that I wanted to escape the city for a while and enter my element. It had been quite a while since I hd ventured to the edge of the district where a small forest sat a river running into its depth. Smiling I begin my travel towards the place, my hands itching with anticipation. 

It doesn't take me long to reach the forest and when I do I instantly begin to climb the closest tree, my hands clasping onto onto the rough wood for only moments before climbing higher. In moments I am high enough to feel like i am free, wind hugging my body tightly. My smile grows and I leap from the tree my whole body suspended in thin air or a mere few moments before gravity catches it and thrusted me towards the ground- only I don't hit the ground. My hands catch the branch of a tree next to me stoping my bodies decent. My legs swing out in front of me and I let go of my branch again my whole body moving forward with momentum. 

This is what I loved about my life. My ability to fly through the air so easily without any hesitation. 

My feet hit the ground and instantly my body curls in so that my shoulder hits next momentum helping me come out in a cat like crouch. Smiling I stand up straight my feet carrying me towards the water. As I walk I pull of my shirt and hang it on a tree that was down my that. The water was in my view now- stopping I crouch down so that you are hidden from view. On the shore to the small river was the figure of another human being, a woman. My smile slips from my face replaced by a frown. I tilt my head to the side slightly and watch as she turns around her eyes searching the bushes in which I hide. I see her lips move and words slip out. I smile. She was clever. She knew someone was out here, that impressive. 

I climb to my feet and wander closer to the girl, my feet make no sound at all. It only takes me a moment to be standing almost directly behind the girl, "Is someone there?"

An over confident grin slips onto my lips and I lean down, so that my lips were close to her ear, and then I let out a small stream of air, "no."

My grin only grows as the girl whips around, her eyes wide, her lips open in that comical O shape. A chuckle slips past my own ill lips as I lean backwards, crossing my arms across my bare chest, my laughter only growing. I have always been one to be, what you may call, a little shit. The leader of my ‘family’ as always had a weak spot for me and my extremely unappreciated sense of humour. Their was not many people that he actually treated with affection as he was the leader and he had to be strong the others had to fear him, but not me. Me, he actually loved, showed affection. He liked my humour, he laughed at my horrible jokes, unlike Errol, that uptight freak. He was a stiff and begging around him was like being around a brick wall.

The fear that panted her face only makes me laugh harder, my almond shaped eyes alight with amusement- “you should see your face!” I manse to get out between bursts of laughter. There was only one problem, though, the girl seemed to not find it funny. Like, not at all.

My laughter dies on my lips as I take in the fear which still floated in her eyes. At first I had just thought it was a reflex to shock, but now I realise that I may have pushed this total stranger a bit to far.

After a moment she wipes her face clean, any shred of fear gone in a blink of a moment. But it was too late, I had already seen it, I had already had my laugh. Our gazes lock and yet again I fight back the urge to allow a grin to paint itself across my lips, resting to rubbing a hand along my chin instead- coaxing the grin into hiding. Looking into her eyes you can see her mind working. It was like looking behind the face of a clock, at all the little metal wheels working together to produce one coherent thought, or meaning to what was happening. I tot my head to he side slightly, studying her gaze just as intently as she studies my own.

Suddenly a scowl paints a picture on the girls face, making you raise an eyebrow in question.

"Who the hell do you think you are sneaking up on me like that? Do I know you?” She says rather aggressively scooting backwards, away from me. This only makes me take a step forward, and I crouch down so that my eyes are level with her own, my ability to hold back my nasty grin no longer possible. I knew how to deal with people. People were my thing, I dealt with them everyday. I dealt with criminals, I dealt with pedophiles and I dealt with monsters. But I had also dealt with victims. With people who had been victims to the monsters that I killed. So dealing with this girl was no problem, she was like a gift compared to other things that I had seen.

“Who do I think I am…?” I say slowly, my made rubbing the bottom of my chin in mock question. “I could be many things I could be a murderer, I could be a comedian I could be one of those games obsessed people. There are so many things I could be- who do you think I am? Who do you want me to be?” A cocky grin replaces the mock question on my face as I move so that I am sitting down in the dirt, my arms resting easily on my bent knees. “And as for the do I know you part… Well I could no you, but I don't know you, but would you like to know me?”

"Yeah, I do, actually. Who are you?"

I smile, a smile that was patronising and yet so mysterious. My lips pull back to show a perfect line of teeth and a small chuckled escaped my body my hands clapping together happily. She wanted to know who I was. It was a pity really, that I was going to have to lie. No one can know who I am. No one. "Who am I? Like I said before I am so many things. You want to know who though? I never said I'll tell ya. How abut we play a game. And for every time I win you answer one of my questions, every time you win I'll answer one of yours? Yes? no? yes?" My smile grows into  knowing smile and I tap the end of my chin with a long finger, a wink tossed in the girls direction. 

"The rules are simple. We take tuns in stating a challenge, and then we do the challenge and the winner get to ask any question and the looser had to answer honestly. That way you will get t know how I am. How about it? Sounds fair right?" But honestly I would not answer.- well seeing as I had to loose first and I was defiantly not a loser.

Jumping to my feet I bend over to that my face was only inches away from the girls. Her hair is dark and short and cropped short around the head, almost looking like my own. Expect her had a more feminine touch to it and it matched her, making her face seem softer and more angelic in a way. "So? You up for it?" I lean back to that I am standing up straight, my lips still hooked up in a grin that could onlu be mastered to perfection after years and years of practice. Tilting my head to the side slightly I allow the question to sit in the air between us, hoping that she will take the bait and become a great source of entertainment for the day. Better than jut going for a swim. A swim would have entertained me for a while, but having this girl to pull along on a string would last a lot longer. 

I made a good choice. A choice that would only have rewards and allow my already large ego to grow. 

I extend my hand between us, ending the silence, almost like a peace offering. "Lets do this." I was almost certain that she would accept, their was something about the way her eyes gleamed at the thought of a challenge. She was one of them people, one who was quite similar to myself, might I add. A competitor. 

[ooc: omg so sorry this post is really short, I just felt like Dem had more to say as in speech than anything else. But I came up with idea for our competition. Like she could suggest something and then we could roll a two sides dice and that could determine who wins? Like allocate the number one to represent Emery and Two to represent Dem and if the dice was to roll a two Dem would win visa versa. Yes/no/idk?]