Fear gripped her, but it was a distant sensation, dulled by adrenaline and certainty. Her hands gripped her blades—her palms were dry, she would not slip. The man never saw her coming, but her father did. Blood splattered them both as her victim, his attacker, collapsed to the floor. A mixture of horror and pride filled his hazel eyes and she watched as he realized what she had become—what he had made her.

I've decided to use this story as a collection for my shortest and most random drabbles. They will generally be short, like this, but some may be longer. These are the random thoughts of a random mind, I hope you enjoy them all.

Zako