ada routh. d6. [wip]

Deep in the night a girl darts, like a shadow across a grimy wall. The streets are empty, like the soul of the nocuous boy she leaves behind in haste. A dark rogue, she runs for the hollow, midnight glow of the District center; as she flies, his last breaths echo around her thoughts, a selfish request for mercy. His offense, her atonement.

For Ada, this is how it is to be. A wrongdoing, an outcry, a redemption.

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Something is amiss.
Perhaps it is my sanity.

I am not a murderer. I am not cold-blooded, like the demons of a greedy ego. The ones I leave behind, bathed in crimson from their own evils, are the murderers. They are killers of souls, of broken dreams and once-sincere promises. I seek to return what has been snatched from innocent hands, with a personal gift of their redeemed pride on the side.

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I am not sure if it can be said that I am beautiful. I do not spend time in front of the mirror; I can see my hollow eyes and dry skin as I stare at my reflection. I am a pure definition of normal. I do not protrude from the crowd, do not leave a mark on anyone's mind.