Reflected in this Steel of Mine
A/N: 300 word drabble.
Disclaimer: KHR not mine.
The kid is a funny one.
He's a kid in the way a dolphin's a fish but not really. He plays at guns and knives and make-believe like all kids do, but the fantasies are reality yet still just a game. He aims paintball guns and has a little pet; he smiles enigmatically and harbors an earth-shattering secret—just as all kids do.
Then one day he bets his Secret and I take it up. Easy as that. And I win.
Turns out his Secret is that he's a kid but not really a kid and something complicated with trapped flames and infants who have lived a lifetime as the strongest. I laugh at that because I thought it'd be something more. Doesn't everyone know that the kid's a kid but not really?
Because that's what it all comes down too.
He's a kid and a hitman. Just like me.
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The kid is an odd one.
He lives among kids like a wolf shrugging on sheep's clothing. He plays at school and sports and friends like all kids do, but the reality is fantasy and all just a game. He swings baseball bats and adores his dad; he laughs often and holds eternity in his eyes—just as all kids do.
Then one day I bet the secret of my curse. He takes it up and wins all too easily.
So I tell him and he grins with barely-contained laughter, like it's some bad joke. Thinking about it, I suppose it is. Just one big cosmic jest. But I shoot him for good measure. He laughs unabashedly and presents a five word punchline: a kid but not really.
For one so young, he wrings out the heart of any matter so simply.
He's a natural born hitman. Just like me.
A/N: Not all that satisfied with it, but if I don't publish now, it'd never see the light of the internet :/
Have a great day/night!
God bless,
Treecat