Running was pointless. He knew that. But he kept doing it, in hopes he'd escape her wrath. Little did he know that she wasn't at all angry. She was simply purgatorial."Jidai toki wa naze konna ni tachidomaru koto o kobami, hito o minikuku kaeteku no ka?****"
The man's narrow eyes bore into the woman's blue orbs. She looked up at the sky. "It's a full moon tonight...You're lucky." She raised her katana, slicing the man up from head to toe, literally. His glasses fell on the ground, one lens at his right,one lens at his left. She smiled...slowly, evily, maliciously... "You're a lucky man...Besides being the 130th, the moon watched over you."
Another red rose was adorning her equally red hair. She dropped it before the ripped Asian man. He was an innocent businessman from Hong Kong. Or at least apparently innocent. He was actually the founder of a human trafficking network.
"What is your name?," a male voice asked from the shadows. She turned around, greeted by a pair of glasses shining in the moonlight.
"Zilena," she answered in her usual low whispered voice. It was very likely that the man didn't hear her. He retreated back in his hiding place as Zilena returned to her home.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________"Today, the Chinese businessman who was visiting our country was found dead on an isolated alley of the city. Surprisingly, incriminating documents have been found in his suitcase. Apparently, he was an important part of a criminal organisation. I seems that this serial killer is actually doing a favour to the world."
Zilena cringed hearing the news the following morning. She was not a hero. She was a messenger of the Purgatory.
She had to find another victim for the following night. Someone more plausible...someone...
The man's narrow eyes bore into the woman's blue orbs. She looked up at the sky. "It's a full moon tonight...You're lucky." She raised her katana, slicing the man up from head to toe, literally. His glasses fell on the ground, one lens at his right,one lens at his left. She smiled...slowly, evily, maliciously... "You're a lucky man...Besides being the 130th, the moon watched over you."
Another red rose was adorning her equally red hair. She dropped it before the ripped Asian man. He was an innocent businessman from Hong Kong. Or at least apparently innocent. He was actually the founder of a human trafficking network.
"What is your name?," a male voice asked from the shadows. She turned around, greeted by a pair of glasses shining in the moonlight.
"Zilena," she answered in her usual low whispered voice. It was very likely that the man didn't hear her. He retreated back in his hiding place as Zilena returned to her home.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________"Today, the Chinese businessman who was visiting our country was found dead on an isolated alley of the city. Surprisingly, incriminating documents have been found in his suitcase. Apparently, he was an important part of a criminal organisation. I seems that this serial killer is actually doing a favour to the world."
Zilena cringed hearing the news the following morning. She was not a hero. She was a messenger of the Purgatory.
She had to find another victim for the following night. Someone more plausible...someone...
