“It’s been said
that when you die your life flashes before your eyes. If that’s true then I die every night in my
sleep. Every time I close my eyes the
nightmare begins again. All the lives
I’ve taken, all the faces, all the pleas for mercy, everything, it all comes
flooding back.”
“I have often
wondered if it’s true for those I’ve killed.
For those that died instantly without warning, was there a flash? For those that died slow and very painful,
was there a flash for them as well or was the pain to great, overshadowing the
sins they were atoning for?”
“It’s a shame I
will never find out.”
“Why do you say
that,” a nervous voice answered, unable to look away from the soft golden eyes
staring deep into her soul.
“Because in
seven thousand years I have yet to figure out how to die.”
A small dagger
pierced the woman’s chest, just below the heart, causing her to gasp for air,
rendering her unable to respond to what she just heard.
“Now my dear,”
the assassin whispered softly, “shall we explore for your listeners whither or
not your life will flash before your eyes?”
The woman gasped
for air, trying to speak but no sound could escape her body.
“Save your
strength my dear, the more you struggle the more pain you will experience. The wound I gave you will kill you but it
will kill you slowly.” Sliding off of
her lap, the assassin stood up and turned toward the microphone in front of
them. “You will die at the end of your
show. Shall we begin?”
