I sat in my room last night. I remember the way the light form the moon streamed in through the blinds. They were half-shut. I stood up and closed them the rest of the way, but the room was still tinted in light. It bothered me. I lay back on my bed, not bothering to burrow under the covers as I usually do. I drew my legs up to my chest and waited. My stereo pumped out music. I closed my eyes and watched darkness descend in my mind. Something was incomplete. The beat in the music- steady, underlying everything, calm and powerful. It bothered me. I waited for the song to change and when it did, I breathed a tiny sigh of relief. But the beat went on, never changing, song to song, the same. It permeated me. I felt it throughout my body, felt my heart adjust its own primal rhythm to match that of the music. I closed my eyes tighter and began to fall. I stared into the darkness and saw a cubic well, the bottom fathoms away. And I fell toward it. The walls were smooth and seemed narrow, but as I reached out to them, they too were revealed to be as far away as the bottom of the well. I settled back into the dream.

If I was to fall, I suppose I'll make the best of it.

Whoever pushed me-

I'll make them bleed.



A/N: A glimpse into an assassin's mind. Who said it? Guess. It could be anyone.