Hello children! This is my first Fanfic I actually intend to finish. I'll
try my best to keep this from being a Mary Sue, if it is, flame me.
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I crouched behind some trashcans in front of a rather large and gaudy house. I wrapped my green trench coat around me and blew on my gloved hands trying to ward off the cold. I fingered my stiletto blade with my name carved into the blade. I traced each of the letters, A-R-I-D-E-A-L, lovingly as a taxi came around a corner. Out of it stepped my target, a tall thin blonde woman. A Barbie doll. I hate Barbie's; they're too perfect.
Call me jealous but their perfection irks me. I'm not your usual she-elf, I'm strong and smart enough to know when to say 'no' to one more shot-glass of vodka, but I'm not like other elves. Normal she-elves are tall and thin and drop-dead gorgeous, I'm a bit on the short side, my nose is what you'd call 'strong', my eyes are mud colored, I keep my red-brown hair chin length, and I'm solid looking because of what I have to do to keep my job. I'm not what you'd call beautiful, but I don't care, or at least I try not to.
Anyway, back to the Barbie. Her high heels clicked on the marble veranda of the house, I stood up and walked silently into the shadows by the front steps, I checked to see if there were any witnesses, there weren't any. I glanced at my watch, 2:30 am. A sudden smell bombarded my senses, a heavy stench that came from the Barbie. I recognized it immediately, Marijuana. I sneezed, the Barbie whipped around and stared in my direction, but she obviously didn't see me because she turned around and started to unlock the front door. I then raised my knife high and sent it spinning into her neck. I hissed a "Yes!" under my breath as she made an odd choking noise and fell to the ground.
I darted up the stairs and wrenched my beloved knife from her throat, right on target. I pulled a cloth from my coat and mopped up the blood that now seeped onto the marble floor. I started to pull her down the steps cursing, she was heavy. After a few more tense moments of struggling with the corpse, I stuffed her into a trash bin and went on my merry way to collect my pay.
**~~**~~ Whoo! That was fun! Well, Like it? Hate it? R+R! FWI, Arideal is pronounced "Air-I-dell".
This story ©Wednesday Morning, 2002
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I crouched behind some trashcans in front of a rather large and gaudy house. I wrapped my green trench coat around me and blew on my gloved hands trying to ward off the cold. I fingered my stiletto blade with my name carved into the blade. I traced each of the letters, A-R-I-D-E-A-L, lovingly as a taxi came around a corner. Out of it stepped my target, a tall thin blonde woman. A Barbie doll. I hate Barbie's; they're too perfect.
Call me jealous but their perfection irks me. I'm not your usual she-elf, I'm strong and smart enough to know when to say 'no' to one more shot-glass of vodka, but I'm not like other elves. Normal she-elves are tall and thin and drop-dead gorgeous, I'm a bit on the short side, my nose is what you'd call 'strong', my eyes are mud colored, I keep my red-brown hair chin length, and I'm solid looking because of what I have to do to keep my job. I'm not what you'd call beautiful, but I don't care, or at least I try not to.
Anyway, back to the Barbie. Her high heels clicked on the marble veranda of the house, I stood up and walked silently into the shadows by the front steps, I checked to see if there were any witnesses, there weren't any. I glanced at my watch, 2:30 am. A sudden smell bombarded my senses, a heavy stench that came from the Barbie. I recognized it immediately, Marijuana. I sneezed, the Barbie whipped around and stared in my direction, but she obviously didn't see me because she turned around and started to unlock the front door. I then raised my knife high and sent it spinning into her neck. I hissed a "Yes!" under my breath as she made an odd choking noise and fell to the ground.
I darted up the stairs and wrenched my beloved knife from her throat, right on target. I pulled a cloth from my coat and mopped up the blood that now seeped onto the marble floor. I started to pull her down the steps cursing, she was heavy. After a few more tense moments of struggling with the corpse, I stuffed her into a trash bin and went on my merry way to collect my pay.
**~~**~~ Whoo! That was fun! Well, Like it? Hate it? R+R! FWI, Arideal is pronounced "Air-I-dell".
This story ©Wednesday Morning, 2002