Mayu
Ghost Of Who I Was
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- Aug 7, 2006
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Vincent Saint was her target, Vincent Saint was to pay for what ever crimes he had committed. She did not care anything of this man, all she knew was to kill him without being seen. Which was her specialty, she was the best woman for the job, the rest were men that knew nothing of stalking there own sex. She prepared herself for two days, practicing the route she was to take, making a note on the amount of people in the area. Until finally the day had arrived, looking into her reflection she no longer saw the same Anna Conner that she saw when she was younger. Her eyes had so much sadness in them, her own demons seen within her eyes, her eyes the gateway to her soul. The green in her eyes always the kind to look deep into the souls of man.
Her body looked so gentle like a glass doll ready to break, her body, every curve perfect. As she stood up her black outfit seen now, she wore a black tank top with a short sleeve shirt trench coat over her, leather pants that showed every curve of her body. Black boots that go up her leg to her knee, laced and ready to go she looked at her guns and sighed. "Well I ever be free from him?" She said softly. She hated to kill but it was a job. Her green eyes cast upon her reflection once more as she headed out and to the spot where the hit was to take place. Each walk was almost like a hundred miles, her long breaded brown hair moving with her aggressive walk. A walk that showed she was a woman on a mission so to speak, the kind of person that was in a hurry. Her boots not making a sound as she found the Alley where she was to attack him.
Getting into the shadows her face now covered so only her eyes could be seen those deep green sad eyes, she smirked some her gun loaded, locked and the silencer on, she waited for the right time she could hear her heart in both ears waiting, but how he reacted as if he knew she was there, but how? she was well hidden and silent.
Her body looked so gentle like a glass doll ready to break, her body, every curve perfect. As she stood up her black outfit seen now, she wore a black tank top with a short sleeve shirt trench coat over her, leather pants that showed every curve of her body. Black boots that go up her leg to her knee, laced and ready to go she looked at her guns and sighed. "Well I ever be free from him?" She said softly. She hated to kill but it was a job. Her green eyes cast upon her reflection once more as she headed out and to the spot where the hit was to take place. Each walk was almost like a hundred miles, her long breaded brown hair moving with her aggressive walk. A walk that showed she was a woman on a mission so to speak, the kind of person that was in a hurry. Her boots not making a sound as she found the Alley where she was to attack him.
Getting into the shadows her face now covered so only her eyes could be seen those deep green sad eyes, she smirked some her gun loaded, locked and the silencer on, she waited for the right time she could hear her heart in both ears waiting, but how he reacted as if he knew she was there, but how? she was well hidden and silent.