I wrote this little micro-fiction for my English class last year, and decided that I should finally post it up on here. A micro-fiction is basically a short story, but the story has to be written in 500 words or less.
Hope you enjoy!
If she was going to kill him, it was now or never. She had stayed too long at his side, gotten completely submerged in the wave of emotions that were once locked deep inside of herself.
It was never supposed to happen in the first place. As an assassin and a spy, there was no place for emotions. No place for love. It was all locked away so there could be no hesitation, no indecisiveness on your mission.
She had accomplished that for the past sixteen years of her life, ever since she had been found at seven to become the top spy and master assassin that she is today. Never once did her emotions ever get the upper hand, leaving her to drop targets without a second thought.
Yet, as she stood above her recent target's peaceful, serene face as he slept on, completely oblivious to the dagger that lay mere inches from his throat, her emotions swirled around inside of her like a tumultuous wave. For the first time in her life, she hesitated. She couldn't bring herself to kill this man who lay in front of her. And for what? Simple, childish, foolish love?
She let out an inaudible sigh and mentally tried to collect herself. For a second, she was once again who she needed to be: a cold, hard killer. The dagger slowly inched forward till it rested lightly against his smooth, sculpted neck. A neck that she had once grazed her lips across in the most seductive of ways, licking and nipping…
No! She had to do this. She would not, could not fail. Once a mission was given, there was no room for error or failure. She had never once failed a mission, and she was not about to fail now.
But, in the back of her head, she knew that she couldn't complete the mission. She couldn't come to kill the man who she had fallen heads over heels in love with.
Gritting her teeth, she added more pressure to the dagger, causing a thin line of blood to appear on his neck. She was so close to success, so close to killing the man who lay underneath her.
"Nat."
She froze, eyes widening in surprise. The turmoil of emotions that she was rapidly losing control over strengthened greatly just by hearing her name whispered from his velvet lips.
"Nat."
An agonized cry escaped her mouth as her emotions finally consumed her, causing the man who lay beneath her to wake up with a startle and add more pressure to the dagger that lay at his throat.
Her chance to kill him had gone, and by looking at his eyes that were now clearing away the fog of exhaustion and finally realizing what was going on, she knew that even if there was another opportunity to kill him, she wouldn't be able to do it.