At The Point Of A Knife

India





       You sit in the heavy foliage, watching the sun sink beneath the earth, blanketing the  area with warm hues. Watching the country of colors, you look upon the clustered, compact city, and observe the congested streets, as they thin out. People return to their beds, as prey sleep, and hunters wake up, ready to prowl. You, were the hunteress. In all the land, no assassin was a feared, nor reclusive. For these very traits, you gained the title, the Black Leopard. Your dark green clothing blends into the leaves, as shadows encompass the once lively forest. The night bugs fill the air, and the thrum of mosquitoes quotes, as the night wears on.

       To take out a country, you take out the person of influence. Who hired you could never be disclosed, for a letter appeared on a silver tray, your butler bowed and served a message, promises of a new, reformed country whispered through the room, in a forgotten tongue as you read the obscure message. Even without the guarantee of payment, you took on this task, for the betterment of the Indian people. Take out the table at its legs,and the coffee on top will do more than just ripple. A smirk tugged on your face, and yu b take even measured steps down the slope, leaving the forest, to intertwine with the shanty house that were on the fringe of society. For now, we wait. The hunter never alarms the prey, nor do they ever got in without knowing all the details. Your steps are perfect intervals, taking you from a casual saunter, to a full out sprint, in measured strides, that increases the speed, ever so slightly.


       The country of dyes never ceases to amaze you. Walking around the poor district, you pass street vendors, carting their elaborate hues clothes.Why were you here? “To look at the amazing diversity in clothes around town,” Your sugar sweet voice told the old man at a meeting. Ha. As if that could ever be the case. Nothing is without reason, and the same goes for yourself, and others  Smiling as they pass, merchants hope to gain your patronship, and they’re the only ones who acnologia you. A shaw is pulled over your mouth, and you make a chiming sound as you walk, the coins clinking together. The elaborate strings of gold and deep purple dance across your body, over laying the orange, sunset pigmented cloth of your shirt and puffy pants. All in all, you looked stunning, but the hard glint in your (e/c) irises prevented anyone from approaching you. Beaded necklaces were wrapped around your wrists, and your black flats patted the ground silently. Becoming like a thread in your scarf, you wove through the unsuspecting pedestrian. A stealthy predator in the midst of a flock of sheep. The alias you had this mission was the cousin of a foreign ambassador, and you were here for a textile company. Every day you meandered through the bustling city, to the capitol, and back. Days pass in such a manor, and soon, the city chief was going to a meeting. An informant told you He would be there. After a night of merry making you ‘convinced’ the older man to allow you along. After a couple drinks, he stopped resisting, becoming putty in your hands. Sneering, you open the door to s aside passage. It was a dead end, but you knew what to look for. In a patch of shrubs, you pull open the trap door, and remove the red velvet box. This will be great. Turning sharply on your heel, you leave the barren corridor, snickering as you go.


       The party was beautiful, you had to admit. The way the exotic dances were performed, and the fast tempo cause your blood to pump in irregular intervals, singing through your veins. Smiling, you’re being taught a dance by the young assistant, to some town in the east. You’re polite expression never fails you, but your eyes stay trained on the man across the room, sipping his drink tentatively. He’s chatting with a blond man, and you could almost read their lips from the distance, before you follow the beautiful, olive toned girl to the dance floor. Moving fluidly, you dance along, seeming to blend into the crowd. Eyes of a hawk, you see him leave through the side door, and proceed to stumble. Purposely bumbling your ankle, you cry out, a sharp yelp of pain, and limp slightly. The girl gasps, but you soon assure her of your safety. After explaining the accident, and not managing to shake her off, you smile sweetly at her fretting over an imaginary wound.

       “Are you sure you’re alright, Miss (y/n)?” Concern leaked from each word, as if you could flood the dance floor with the sappy liquid. Grinning, you rub the ‘sore’ appendage.

       “Don’t worry, Dhari. I’ll be fine. Dance without me, dear. I’ll go sip some punch, then I’ll be back to show off my moves.” With a wink, you blow off her next response, by pointing at handsome suitor, staring at the girl. Waving with your fingers, you hobble away. Once out of sight, you straighten your back, and sneer at the dance floor. Idiots, soon, everything you love will be taken away. Shrugging your shoulders, you walk down the hall, and open the last door. The man in front of you was a blast of color and energy. Everything his country stood for, life, music, grace, were dominant traits of the still man, who’s athletic build made him a picture of poise, even without movement. Turning away from the table, he looks at you, at the sadistic grin you bore, and smiles sadly. Despite the overwhelming sense of life permeating the air from his body, you see the weariness by his eye. The pressure of a third of the worlds populations bore heavily down on his broad shoulders, and he sighs when he see you advance in the room, a flurry of your simple perfume. Hands reach up, and pull at the knot in the back of your head, unveiling your delicate features. See the face of your killer.

       “So, you’re here from me?” Voice like water rolling over rocks, he looks dejected, as if nothing would surprise him at this point. “You know,” He starts. the way he spoke reminded you of others, who begged for their lives in a similar situation, across the globe. His pitiful expression cased your heart beat to pick up, and dopamine to flood your brain. This is where the fun begins. When the thought forms, you take a step forward, cheshire cat smile grotesquely warping your beautiful face. Soon….

       “Do you know why I’m here, really, sir?” Your voice was quiet, giving the moment an undeserved innocences. All of that was shattered by the thrum of the music, though the thin walls. As the crowd cheers, you feel like a performer, about to commit a total silencing. Placing a hand on your upper arm, he looks you in the eyes, and he sighs when he see the curved blade poke out from the band around your thigh. “I think you do.” The threatening tone poisons the area, turning life to death, day to night. Blade arcing up, you pull him forward, and jam it hild deep into this neck. Cackling madly, you watch as the life essence drains from the incision. Yanking the curved metal out, you push the India, and watch his body crumble on the floor. Dropping the dagger, you lather the blood on your hands, before standing up, and pushing a chair to the back of the door. As you walk back to the body, you throw coins to the ground. “I know it’s not in your culture, but I hope this is enough for the ferry ride.” Turning from the body, you move to walk away, and stop dead in your tracks.

       “It won’t be…” Gurgling, the mans voice surfaced from his mangled column. Eyes wide, you stare in horror as he rights himself, eyes glowing in the dark light. “How much were you paid to do this job, child? Was it enough to try and kill the soul of my people? To crush them beyond repair? Tell me, or I will have to rip the answers from your throat.” The once vibrant Indian because demonic, and pulled himself off the ground like a marionette. Shocked, your brain was stunned, till he was a foot away. Then, you snapped out of the trance, and raced to the door, reaching to move the barricade and escape. Before you could wrap your fingers around the wood, warm hands encircle your waist, you you freeze, red blood cells like glaciers, and sweat drops like hail, you feel a head nuzzled into your shoulder.

       “What--- what do you want?” You’re voice was stronger than your resolve, but pride out weighted common sense, and you were soon gaining volume. “If you’re going to kill me, here,” Palm up, you offer the blade to the man. “I’d rather my own blade put me down, than a cheap imposter. I’ll end like everyone else.” Closing your eyes, you await the end, content to feel the warm blood run free. You feel the weight of your favorite weapon leave you, and an exposed emotion makes you weak at the knees. This is the end. Gulping, you tilt your head back, sweat maring your once cool skin. What you weren’t expecting was the laughing.

       “It’d be a shame to kill you.” Jumping, the indian begins to chat with you, like the two of you were old friends. You feel your back vibrate with his speech, as he presses on. “I’ve seen you. In the streets. Out of all the killers, I never seen an assassin enjoy my culture, and actually interact with my people. Why don’t you join me? We could do something amazing.” Then, the sharp metal bit into your neck, shocking you with the turn of events. “Or, I could kill you here. It’s you choice.” What the hell?! Mind racing, you sputter for answers, to questions you haven’t really formed. In the back of your head, a voice began to scream, and you knew the decision was made for you. I want to LIVE! Going limp in his arms, he scoffs, and shifts his weight. Pulling the blade back, you searched for you voice, but were unable to find it. Nodding your head, you feel the rooms atmosphere change. “Good, I would hate to kill a kindred spirit.” A hand warm on your own, you were dragged back to the dance floor, mind still reeling.



Hello, everyone! Thanks for reading this one shot <3 I've been a bit down today. Really, I thought about throwing myself down some stairs, because I read the most stupid thing. Ever. It was mind cancer, and I lost faith in humanity, and so, I thought I would take my negative energy, and write my India story~ Not that this is particular negative, but I had some not-so-nice words I wanted to post on the internet, and had to stomp that down. Anyways, I was going for a different kind of vibe this time around, so I'm sorry if you didn't like it :/ Now that this is off my list, I'm going to start my Greece story soon +w+ I'm excited~~ Well, see ya <3
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