Lethal

A small little drabble

Her blade swiftly slices through flesh and blood, only failing to mask the faint thump that always follows afterwards. She is a weapon; cold, deadly, capable of killing without so much as a twitch of the muscles. Though today she finds something more poisonous than the arsenal she holds. A toxin that kills from within. And so she sees how ironic it is to be waiting in this alleyway for a man who will never come. Yet still she willing drinks from the vial of poison.