Silken
They don’t even notice
Stupid men
They are to busy drooling over the half naked dancing goddess before them to notice that they are dropping dead
One by one
The blue silk billows around her like smoke
The alabaster silk that is her skin glides as fluidly as the silk she dances with
Her face is covered
A deep sapphire cloth masks her from me
But I still see her eyes
Those golden sunset eyes that melt my very soul
A nearly invisible dart shoots from the fluid movements of the woman in the cloth
It strikes a man not three feet from me and he falls dead instantly
Stupid men
They are all going to die and they don’t even know it
The only reason I’m still breathing is because she hasn’t seen me from my hiding place in the shadows
The blue smoke whips around as she dances her dance
Her dance of illusion
Her dance if death
My thoughts are cut short as a near invisible string of cloth flies from the smoke and wraps around some unsuspecting drunks neck
With one fluid move
His neck is snapped and he falls dead
I quietly move from my place in the shadows and make my way outside into the cold snowy night
I wait
A mere hour later
Her dance is done
They are all dead
I watch as she exits the building in her tight jeans and black shirt
I can hardly see her against the snow she is so white
I step out into the light of the full moon above
She smiles
“So you’re the one hiding in the shadows”
Her voice is as silken as the cloth she used in her dance
I say nothing as I slowly walk up to the deadly woman and press my lips against hers in a passionate heated kiss
She doesn’t notice the gun in my hand
Just as I didn’t notice the poison on her lips
Everything goes black
