This is a short insight of Chloé's thoughts as I have pictured her to be. I never really liked her, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for her in the end. All she wanted was to set things right as she believed them to be and never realized that she was just a tool Altena used. In the end on a long trainride I happend to write this one-shot, so enjoy,
Night was her daytime and darkness her shelter. As long as she could remember she had lived in the night.
Everything faded in the dark; sounds, motions and feelings.
She had been raised in a place lost and forgotten by the rest of the world. Afar from any kind of bindings where she was devoted to be the only thing she was to become:
Darkness itself.
Over the years she had become one with the shadows. She had carried out missions all around the globe. Appearing seemingly out of nowhere to savour the expression of pure fear in the face of her victims. The cold sweat on their foreheads, their trembling hands, sometimes the stuttered pleas for their lives before her knife slashed forward in a silver flash.
Afterwards she left without a trace dissolving in the shadows again.
The incarnation of murder, an emotionless, perfect killer was what she had been trained to be, what she had become. The sound of her name caused people of regardless position to shudder with an overall fear. Even within the organization she, the true Noir, was someone everybody was afraid of. She hadn't risen to the most powerful weapon for nothing.
And yet, this night, she didn't feel contented at all. She hadn't achieved what she should have; to never feel a stirring of emotion.
This night, death's maiden simply felt lonely.
She longed for her other half. The other black hand, whose soft touch she yearned for since the first time their hands had met. She had never imagined that she could want someone so badly by her side.
Her education had failed, that she realized as she sat on her window sill, caressed by the pale light of a silver moon.
'The blade of a scythe', she thought briefly.
The black maiden wasn't supposed to need anybody in her life, yet all she could think of was her other half. Her other half, who was so far away, who was probably peacefully asleep, next to that blonde Corsican.
Did she feel that that wasn't the place where she belonged?
Did she feel the same yearning to be complete?
She didn't know and she didn't know one to know the answer, but to her their bond was far deeper than the holy purpose the black maidens were born for.They were one soul in two bodies, she and her.
She backed away from the patch of pale light, back in the darkness.
The shadows had been her friends since her childhood. They would comfort death's maiden this night as well.