2 Death on the Doorstep

The girl bearly older than sixteen looked down at the silver dagger its blade dripping in scarlet blood. The dying man stared at her red hooded cloak which covered her face. She grinned and pulled her hood down slowly revelling her dirty blond hair and her scarlet lips and eyes almost the same colour as the dying man's blood. She looked into his eyes and grinned the last thing he would ever see.

Ones she was sure that he was dead she slipped the dagger into her sheath concealed in her belt. She slipped a smaller knife from her boot and carved a small B into his forehead marking him as her victim. Carefully she put her hood back up ones more hiding her identity.

All her victims got to see her face as they died. it was only fair that they see that they were killed by a 16-year-old girl. not like that was a bad thing she was one of the best assassins in the past century.