~&~I will not fail, I will not fail. She whispered softly to herself. It was a dark and musky night in Dollet. The air smelled of salt water, and a thirteen year old girl wearing a long black trench coat was leaning against a brick wall. The wind blew it around her as she waited quietly in the shadows of a building. "He has to be leaving soon." She played with two coins in her fingers. "How much am I getting paid again? To lean against this damn wall and do nothing?" She took in a deep breath but quickly held it when she heard a door open. Letting it out carefully she pulled out her stiletto dagger. A quick and easy kill. She watched the man walk past the alley in which she was in.
"Now or never." She pushed herself of the wall with the ball of her feet. Her knee high boots clicked quickly along the payment. She had to catch up with the long haired man. His long blonde hair weaved through the night sky. She was carelessly on his heels now. 'I will not fail.' She was not sure why this man had to die, but she knew that she was being paid for this man's spilled blood. And she was not about to fail.
Once she reached him she pulled out the stiletto dagger and grabbed his shoulder. "Clean, easy, stab in the heart." The man had jade eyes.~*~

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I woke up trying to catch my breath. My first victim.jade eyes and blonde hair that will forever haunt my dreams. Getting up I tried once more to forget the dream. It would return soon enough. The clock read 10:30 in bright red numbers. "Shit." I rubbed my eyes. "How did I let myself sleep so late." How long was that dream?
I droned out the sound of the cars driving outside the window as I pulled on a blue skirt and white tank top. "Not much in the way of placement am I?" I mused realizing that now I had to be creative on where to put my knives. My gun always went in the same place.I could put two daggers in each boot.and one on my thigh. That will work. Looking back at the clock I had five minutes to make sure they weren't noticeable and to throw on some make-up. "Damn me, damn me!"
Knock Knock. SHIT! Going on a date with a cold-blooded killer.at least I'd be in familiar company. I laughed to myself as I grabbed my purse and opened the door. "Right on time."
"I like to be punctual." Seifer smiled at me as he looked me up and down. "You look." If he says sexy I'll kick him. "Beautiful" I let out a sigh of relief.
"Cute and charming, not bad." Seifer almost seemed blush, but he seemed to have a little more composure then I had thought.
"You forgot a good dancer." He cracked. I walked out of the hotel room letting Seifer close it.
"Well, where are you taking me too first?" I asked once we were in the elevator. Seifer was wearing his grey trench coat, black jeans, and a blue zipped tank. I could tell underneath all this was at least fifteen pounds of pure muscle. This guy could kill me just by punching me.why am I thinking that.
"I was thinking I'd show you the shops, we'd go get some lunch, and then I'll show you were the president use to live, and the Caraway Mansion."
"Oh yeah, Victor Deling died didn't he?" No, I'm not this stupid; I just did to see his reaction.
Seifer's face turned stoned. "Yes, he was killed by the Sorceress." The elevator opened and Seifer walked out in front of me. He turned back causing me to stop right behind him. "And her knight." Seifer offered a sad smile then he held out his hand. "Come on, let's go." I smiled back and took his hand. In the back of my mind I was thinking of how many times I could have killed him within that period of time.

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"I don't understand how you did not take the chance to even try and kill him today!" Squall cried through the communicator. To my surprise there was a video feed on it, and me, in a towel, talking to Squall on the left and Zell.on the right.
"Things like this take time!" I argued.
"How much time is needed to kill that bastard?" Zell cried out as well. Then he stopped. "Um, Nikki.are you wearing just a towel?"
"ZELL!" Squall scowled.
"Sorry."
"It's ok." I said. "And yes, I'm wearing only a towel. Irvine didn't tell me there was a video feed."
"He would do that." Zell thought out loud. "Hey Squall.can we get this on tape?"
"ZELL!"
"Ok ok! I done, I swear." Zell put up his arms in fake surrender. Zell blushed and then went back to his question. "How long is going to take to kill him?"
"Not more then five minutes." I smirked.
"Then why not do it?" Zell was impatient.
"I can't kill him in public, that'd be stupid and not to mention I'd get arrested. I want him to invite me into his hotel room, that way he will no where to go. Plus I need a straight confession on him about the people he has killed." I glanced at my nails, they needed color. Squall's voice brought me back to the conversation. "What?"
"How are you planning on killing him?" Squall repeated.
"Probably my gun. My daggers will be needed if he survives and wants to confront me."
"You realize he is 6 foot 2.and you are a little over 5 feet!" Zell interrupted.
"Makes no different, his size and my size have nothing to do with how I'm going to kill him." My mind went back to earlier in the day when I realized how easily he could kill me with just a swipe of his hand.
"So what did you and him do today? I'm assuming you did go out with him today considering you told us that you meet him last night."
"I showed me around the city.he admitting in taking part in Vector Deling's death." There came a small knock on my door. "I gotta go; there is someone at the door." I closed the communicator and placed it on my bed side table. The knock came again. "I'm coming." I pulled up the towel as I walked over to the door. "Damn my height now." I couldn't see into the peep hole, so I just opened it.
"Hello, Miss Rae?" It looked like someone from the hotel staff.
"Yes?"
"Roses, for you." The women smiled and handed me a vase of white roses. I took them gently.
"Who are they from?" I asked in amazement.
"From another guest here. He said he had a wonderful time today with you." I looked back at her. "It was.a.Mr. Almasy."
"Thank you." I nodded to her and watched her walk away as I closed the door. I walked over to the table and placed them there. A white card poked out of the flowers. There was nothing it but signed. "Truly, Almasy."
Staring at the card and then at the flowers I sat down in the chair sighing heavily. "Just two more weeks.and it's over." I still couldn't help but to smile at the gift. "This is insane."