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She falls onto her back and hits her head against the ground. Her vision, for a split second, looks like what you would see when someone in an animation gets hit. Black and a flash of light. She lifts her head to look back at what first startled her and caused her to stumble back and trip on a raised root.

A wolf.

Not just any wolf. A huge, black, mouth-full-of-teeth, one. It looks at her with its piercing yellow eyes as it steps closer and closer until it stops right in front of her. It peers down at her and Edith holds her breath for what's about to happen next, a gruesome end to her journey. She closes her eyes and waits.

She waits for something that never came. She hears a series of pops and stretching and only after it's over does she open her eyes. But not to a wolf who was there a second ago.

A boy of the age seventeen with somewhat long black hair and a middle part, half of it covering his right eyebrow. He has the same yellow eyes as the wolf and his lips are quirked up in a smile. He holds out his hand for her.

"Stop playing in the dirt like a dog, don't you have things to do?"

Loveday

Love the day

Why would my parents name me that

when they aren't here to love the day

by my side?

Did they know,

did they know that they weren't going to love the day

but fly away?

It's a small city that's east, and a little bit north, of the Capital. There are actually five of them, the cities. All of them connect to the Capital and are walled in. It’s not so bad, they make it seem like we’re outside. They give us the impression that we’re on our own. Sometimes I think I’m the only one that knows.

The only one that knows we’re being watched.

I always see the cameras while doing my profession. No one bothers me, they don’t want me to choose them. It makes me lonely but I don’t try to change their idea of me. I don’t want to make relationships just to have to kill them.

Our names determine what we do. I live in the Wilderness city so we have people like Fisher, Hunter, Archer, and so on. None of the other cities share their name, for they are either the Articulture city, the Art city, the Mother city, or the Criminal city. The only thing they have in common is they each have a Killer to keep the population down.

And that’s my name, Killer.

The Red Assassin, red because of the blood on her hands, squints one eye. The King continues to talk to his officials, oblivious to the fact that he was being targeted, oblivious to the fact that he would never kiss the heads of his sons again. Her finger shakes on the trigger- this job was becoming a pain. She hated tearing families apart, but she had to do what she had to do if she wanted her family to stay together, it was a small price to pay.

One of the official ladies screams, blood splattering on her dress. The guards run over, shouting commands to one another.

The king is dead, the king is dead, the king is dead.

The Queen kneels over her dead husband, sobbing into his chest. A red halo has started to form around his head.

The king is dead, the king is dead, the king is dead.

Antero, the king's sorcerer, walks over to the devastated queen and the dead king. His staff makes a thud on the ground with each step.

“An Assassin,” he says, eyeing the hole in his temple from where the bullet had entered. The girl watches from her hiding spot up high, watching as the dwarfs take away the king, and smiles.

The job was done.