I gazed at my hand, the wielder of the many tools of my trade. Death. Tonight, like countless others, I set out to fulfill another contract. Another death.
Over time I thought that I would get used to my work. That killing would become easier to deal with.
But it didn’t. It only became harder. But after that fatal knife thrust, I had nothing else that I could make a living for. No one would trust me.
Now my only companions are the memory of the dead and other makers of death
This is a pic drawn by Hadassa Molnar (http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/h/a/hada/regrets.jpg.html) that she let me color, and post. I found it when I was looking though the ‘lesser emotions’ guided tour. I really liked it so I asked(more like begged) Hadassa if I could color it, and later post it, and so here it is!
THANK YOU HADA!
pencil(Hada) and computer (VCW Vicman's Photo Editor)
BTW she's an assassin if you all couldn't guess by the depressing little bit at the begining.