A misty moon glistens across an icy lake. Once iridescent, now painted with blood that ran from a body above, mocking the river's mighty stream. A small girl stood in front of the scene ostensibly without fear. She simply reached down to take the knife from the victim's heart and cleaned it off with a handkerchief from her coat pocket.
Beep..beep..beep…...Splash!
Ice surrounding the corpse caved in as the body was dragged away underwater. The girl's watch chimed as a hologram came into view….
"Mission report Bela"
"Complete"
"Excellent. Make your way back to the academy promptly."
The hologram disappeared leaving 'Bela' alone with the mourning river. She felt like a new piece of her died everyday. Years had passed by since she had first stepped foot into this bloodbath, yet somehow, murdering someone with only her bare hands was something she hadn't gotten used to. Bela didn't want to kill, she didn't want to be a puppet….but what more could she do? Nowhere to go, no family to take her in, there wasn't even a birth certificate to prove she was alive. Bela was a ghost in the face of existence. A ghost, with undying, unfinished business. The night sky sent fresh snow to cover the ice, somewhat mimicking flowers left at the feet of graves. Wind guided itself to push Bela along as she hopped onto her motorcycle to move as far away from her guilt as she could.
Just two more years and I can leave this all behind me. I can find a new life. I'll be able to create my own family. I could be happy.
