Thee And Me

A person in black walked through the corridor of a mansion, but there was no one to stop the person, the figure entered a room that looks like that of a minister, the figure walked in undetected.

Lying on the bed was a man who looked injured and sick, he stayed on the most expensive and fine materials his room was bigger than a family's house, but the person of the wealth was less than a dead man,

The figure stood at a corner looking at the man on the bed, a few moments later the man's eyes opened slowly, and he immediately felt the presence of the agent of death in his room,

"You, what are you doing here," the man said with eyes widened in horror.

" Am here to see your condition and know what way I'll use to finish you off" the figure said coldly,

"Haven't you done enough, you have ruined me made me less of a man, humiliated me, aren't you satisfied" the man was weak but his eyes were full of hate.

" No, you are not entitled to breathe the air you're breathing, I've come to send you to hell," the figure said as it brought out a dagger.

" Please anything, tell me anything you want, and I'll make sure you get it, even five times the amount I'll give you, but please don't kill me" the man begged for his life,

The figure in the room just walked toward the man slowly and whispered

"Anything" in a very cold manner, as a shiver passed through the victim's spine.

" Yes, anything" he managed to say those words boldly, but the figure could see through his bravado.

" Okay then, give me your soul," it said with its blue eye filled with blood loss.

" What?!, no please no" the man begged for his life,

The figure in the room brought the silver dagger close to his chest, it used the tip to trace the skin of the man's chest, as blood spilled on the bed.

" Why I thought we had an agreement, I'll take anything I want and leave you in peace, but here's the problem there's no peace where you're going to," the figure said as its eyes became dark and empty.

And with that, the knife passed through the man's chest, the man screamed, but the figure still carved the man's heart out mercilessly.

The room was yet again quiet as the bed made of fine and the most expensive materials were now soaked with blood as the man lay on the bed lifeless.

When the figure was long gone, a scream was heard from a servant, as people came in, they saw the mighty powerful man who had the best of everything now laid with his heart carved out dead.

"What happened to him," a voice asked,

" My lord, it was ASH"

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Ash, the name that struck fear in the heart of many, Ash the assassin, the assassin that has never been caught, the assassin that kills the rich who oppress the poor, the assassin who pays injustice with justice, the person who never kills for money or power, that is Ash to people he is heartless, cold and a monster but to others he's a mint.

But no one would know that Ash is just a normal girl who works In a small shop and whose life revolves around a child,

"Scott, what are you doing out here you'll catch a cold, what are you doing, come in side Scott you'll catch a cold"

Standing outside a small house under the heavy rain stood a young boy with his red hair drenched with the rain and blue eyes staring at the darkness beyond, he looks not more than ten years old, he looks upset for some reason,