I can see him down there.
The wind blows through his blonde hair and I catch his scent.
Its like coconut mixed in with in with herbs.
A repulsive odour that not un-like his hate filled soul makes me wish to puke.
I open the door and walk out on to the balcony.
Behind me as the door begins to close I hear the sound and noise of the party fade, before silence falls.
The wind changes, blowing his scent away and pulling my scent forward.
This time he catches my scent and it is he who wishes to gag but not for the same reason.
He knows death is near.
I stop not a meter away from his tall form and lean in to the night.
“Evening.” I whisper.
He ignores me completely and gets straight to the point.
“Are you going to kill me?” His voice is like soft satin, melting against the wind in our faces.
“No.” I lie and he knows I am lying.
“Do me a favour and tell my girlfriend I died fighting, don’t tell her I died like this”
“Why not?”
“How do you think she would feel, knowing her lover died at the hands of an assassin because he gave away the wrong information to the wrong person?”
“Not sure...but death has always been the path you chose from the start, this should not be a problem for you.” I whisper, stepping forward, my gaze locks with his.
“And is death not the path for you?”
“No...For me there is only pain, never death.”
“Get this over with quickly.”
“I’m not going to kill you.” I toy with him and he knows it. “You realize you haven’t ensured the answer to your question.” I say softly.
He realizes what I mean. “Please tell her I died fighting.”
I smile, step forward and hug him gently. “I don’t lie Samuel J Peterson, I only kill and fight.”
He doesn’t hug me, merely stiffens and waits for the pain to come.
But I continue to toy with him.
“And of course my Galaxy Squad do the same.”
“Five more killers trained by the chief killer herself.” Samuel hisses.
I look up at the moon, the stars. I find Venus easily and gaze at it in awe, my arms still wrapped around him.
“And more to come.” I whisper in to his ear.
“You’d gladly make more killers?”
“No, I’d gladly make a bigger squadron to save the planets of this Galaxy.”
“Then why me?”
I turn my head, my lips brush his ear. “Because you were foolish enough to give information about us to the enemy, and because of this you shall die.”
I have finished playing with my prey and he knows it.
He knows he has seconds to live if that.
“Oh God.” He whispers.
“No.” I hiss as my blade slides through his ribs and straight in to his heart.
“Not even God could stop this.”
He falls to the ground, big green eyes staring up at the sky, he finds the planet he was born on and stares at it and just before death takes his body he whispers his girlfriend’s name.
I act swiftly.
Disappearing in to the night like a shadow flying home.
The rain falls on to the dusty town of Metropolis on Mars.
And as I return to my Galaxy Squad five thousand miles away I realize we have barely two hours before our own fate takes hold.