Shepherdess in Blood
*Omi*
I met the root of all of our problems yesterday evening. Let me tell you now, it wasn�t pretty. I�m still angry about it to tell the truth.
Last night, I was closing down the store like I normally would when I noticed a pair of black shoes standing in the doorway. I paused with a nervous feeling in my stomach.
�Who�s there?� I asked. A ladylike giggle met my question instead. Instinct is yelling at me to attack as I drew out a dart.
�You know who I am,� a girl�s voice replied. I gritted my teeth.
�Well,� that poisonous voice said. �Aren�t you going to let me in?�
�Why?� I challenged.
�You know why.�
�No, I don�t!�
�Oh dear, you really don�t know the truth, do you?�
I paused with the dart in my hand. �What are you talking about?�
�You have the number twenty-one on your back, am I correct?�
I froze as the dart dropped from my hand.
�Am I correct?� the voice asked. �Judging by the silence, I�m guessing, yes. Now, let me in, it�s cold out here.� I regained my nerve and my anger. Why the hell should I? But, what choice do I have? I just have to know everything. I pulled open the steel door.
Cold black eyes met mine. I could�ve sworn that I could see Hell inside of them. Hell against a powder pale face. She smirked at my trembling. She seemed to float inside as I backed away from her. I may be an assassin, but this� creature wasn�t even human.
�W-W-Who are you?� I asked. Her black cloak looked like it wanted to wrap itself around my neck.
�Who am I, you ask?� she asked. I nodded at her. Her eyes trailed along my neck.
�Alcloud Namie,� she said in a commanding voice. She pointed a finger at me.
�And you,� she said. �Are my little toy.� I stared at her.
�What?� I asked. That crazy bitch nodded at me.
�That�s right,� she said. �You and the others are all a part of my game.� Many emotions choked up my thoughts before I could speak.
�Your� game�� I began to ask. It all began to make sense now. �Wait a minute!� I said. �You mean it was you? You did this?� Namie grinned at me.
�Pipon-pipon!� she cheered. I fought to keep myself from screaming.
�Why?� I asked.
She gave me a little shrug. �I was bored.�
�Bored?�
�That�s right!�
My patience burned thin. �So you branded me and thirty-six other people and sentenced us to die next year because you were bored?�
�Correct!� Her smile made me want to punch her by this point.
�What makes you entitled?� I asked. Namie giggled at me. I clenched my teeth at her.
�What was that?� I asked. Namie smirked and floated towards me. Her lips barely touched my ear.
�That�s for another time,� she whispered to me. The worst part of this encounter? She kissed me on the cheek. Just a little peck too. I whipped around and saw that she had vanished. I gritted my teeth as I cursed myself.
Damn it!, I thought. She got away!
I still get pissed off thinking about it.