This story is a cliche. The ending is neither happy nor is it sad. Take it as you please. Her favourite quote is by Jean Rostand: “Kill a man, one is a murderer; kill a million, a conqueror; kill them all, a god”“. She wants to be a god. She’s a mercenary assassin. She’s only in it for the money. It is no longer about the thrill, the adrenaline, or rush; don’t get me wrong, she will enjoy killing you if she ever feels the need, she’ll enjoy intimidating you, watching you squirm, watching you weep, watching you beg, but mostly it is only about the money. It always has been.
You may read about her in the papers someday under the headline ‘Anonymous Perpetrator Commits Mass Murder’, but you’ll never meet her. No matter how intriguing she seems if meeting her is ever a dream of yours get rid of it because it’s quixotic. You won’t meet her unless she wants you to and -not to offend you- she won’t want to meet you. She works for an agency you’ve never heard of, you’ve never seen and, if you stay out of her way, you never will. However, if you do stumble upon her – which if you’re vigilant you won’t – it won’t be by chance. It never is.
You will stumble upon her because she wants you to. It’s all a part of her scheme. Just know if you ever do happen to see a damsel with celadon eyes that seem to see right through you it’s her and you’re next on her list. No one really knows that much about her. No one even knows her name. Though for the sake of this story let’s just call her Tess. Don’t worry, Tess won’t eradicate without reason, she waits until she’s given orders and then she pounces upon her prey. She’s a lion waiting, just waiting until her prey comes along. Tess isn’t someone who is broken.
Her parents didn’t leave her and she wasn’t passed through foster care for her entire childhood. She chooses to be this way. She chooses to love her job. She chooses to love killing. One of these days you could be her next victim. Who knows what she may do. She may just kill you one day and she won’t falter or vacillate. She knows what she’s doing. She knows that if you get a dull knife and drag it backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, against your jugular it will burn and it will be excruciating and eventually you will die.
She knows that if she lets her snake get a hold of your neck, within an hour, at the most, you will be dead. So that’s what she will choose to do. She’ll slit your throat slowly with a dull knife; she’ll make sure the blade doesn’t go through right away, she knows if she does it correctly it will take hours. But she won’t just do that, she’ll have her green serpent there and he’ll be watching and waiting, he knows his job; he’ll wait in his cage slithering and hissing with his unguis bared. He’ll be there to constrict and contract around your bloody neck and then you’ll die slowly from asphyxiation.
You will then be nothing but another name added to her list. Another name that the agency can check off of their targets. You will be laid there with woebegone eyes, your lips parted, and your face cerulean. Your last words will come out strangled and throaty and there’ll be no one there -who cares- to hear. But she’ll be there. She’ll be watching. She’ll watch your murder play out as perfectly as she has planned and she will continue to stay blithe. She’ll be watching as if the scene in front of her is as whimsical as a Seussian film.
Her ways of killing are immutable and no matter what happens she’ll never feel contrite. Until one day Tess falls in love. You need to know no more and no less. I’ve told you all I can and know, and even if I knew more I wouldn’t have the heart to tell. This is all you’ll ever need to know about her. You don’t need to know names dates or what happens next, but I’m guessing you’ve already figured it out. You’ll never meet her because she doesn’t want to meet you. So go along and carry on with your life. Let us all pretend that she’s not real and that you’ve never read this story.