zydrate
Sweet Zydrate
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"You pathetic piece of shit..." Rylen whispered as she stood over the body of a hunter. There was not one ounce of remorse in her tone, just a sort of fact being said out loud.
It was hard being a killer these days. People wanted you to kill others yet at the same time, you got too good, someone was sent to kill you...an unappreciative occupation these days.
Though it was a job that Rylen had no intention of giving up.
The pay was too good.
Rylen was better.
Her species, the Kezani, were only known for one thing. Fortune telling. Psychic readings. And the like. None ever went as far as Rylen had...she used her 'gift' to her advantage. The only problem was that it took a lot from her...that's why she had to be careful with it also...
Taking a blade from her boot, she knelt down over the hunter's face and gave him a hard slap, "Let's get on with this OK? I still have work to finish..." and the cutting began.
***3 days later***
Her job was done. The target was dead. The other package had been delivered to those that hired him...
To say what she did was gruesome would be an understatement...Rylen cut off the man's face and left it one of the homes of the 'employers'. Just a nice wake up gift. And a message saying that she was on to them and no matter what, they couldn't stop her...
That was 2 days ago.
Rylen had been paid. Her money had been put away for safe keeping. She found herself at a seedy bar. One of those bars where a female didn't dare be caught alone...but Rylen was used to these sort of places, she held her own and the patrons knew it. No one bothered her.
Tonight, she was looking for some action. A little celebration of sorts...now, just who would be the lucky guy...?
It was hard being a killer these days. People wanted you to kill others yet at the same time, you got too good, someone was sent to kill you...an unappreciative occupation these days.
Though it was a job that Rylen had no intention of giving up.
The pay was too good.
Rylen was better.
Her species, the Kezani, were only known for one thing. Fortune telling. Psychic readings. And the like. None ever went as far as Rylen had...she used her 'gift' to her advantage. The only problem was that it took a lot from her...that's why she had to be careful with it also...
Taking a blade from her boot, she knelt down over the hunter's face and gave him a hard slap, "Let's get on with this OK? I still have work to finish..." and the cutting began.
***3 days later***
Her job was done. The target was dead. The other package had been delivered to those that hired him...
To say what she did was gruesome would be an understatement...Rylen cut off the man's face and left it one of the homes of the 'employers'. Just a nice wake up gift. And a message saying that she was on to them and no matter what, they couldn't stop her...
That was 2 days ago.
Rylen had been paid. Her money had been put away for safe keeping. She found herself at a seedy bar. One of those bars where a female didn't dare be caught alone...but Rylen was used to these sort of places, she held her own and the patrons knew it. No one bothered her.
Tonight, she was looking for some action. A little celebration of sorts...now, just who would be the lucky guy...?
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