How she lived

A Story by Paige

Carrie Moore... Her life was interesting to say the least.

For years now we've been close. Now here we are, sat in a small dark, damp and warn down flat. This was the end of her time. The cold danced around the room and mocked our sorrowing faces. Her blank expression swallowed my comfort. This story however, is not about me. It's about Carrie Moore. My partner in crime. Literally... Carrie has always been an intriguing figure, from the days we were children. The darkness got her when she was young; ever since she was five years old she has been a monster. A monster? That was an understatement. Ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to the devils twin. Oh no please, do not be fooled by her eyes made of pure diamond, her hair made of silver silk and her frail tender wrinkled skin. This woman is a beast at best. Why am I describing a little old lady so horridly you ask? I bet you have many questions. Oh you shall see...

So, I'm not allowed to tell you much as most of her information is purely classified. Her name as you know is Carrie Moore. She is a scary old lady, age 85, to be honest I'm surprised she's still going considering our line of work. Unfortunately the whole reason this story is being told is that Carrie must retire and hide for the rest of her days. Where she lives (with me), well that is certainly classified. Although, I can tell you that it is somewhere nobody would dare look. It is key that we stay gone and never return. You may wonder what this strange career she had was. Well, she was an assassin. So was I but that's beside the point. Earlier today Carrie completed her very last mission. That old bird certainly will not regret her days on Earth that's for sure! On her missions she was a tiger ready to pounce and afterwards she always had a smug look on her face. Even though this was the end not much had changed.

Carrie sat cross legged on an old emerald green arm chair with her posture as proud as I was of her fiendish mind. Her eyes were sparklers in the gloomy darkness of the room. Her pot of emotions had been mixed on this day. A wave of sadness broke upon her but as always, a smug smile swam through. Something told me Carrie was reminiscing the good old days. That's what she would often do all day when she wasn't plotting, scheming or assassinating. When Carrie was a child she would always be a good girl. No matter what! Then she met me...

When we were 15 years old Carrie and I always dreamt of power and getting rid of all the worlds evil. At the time we were unsure how. Eventually we discovered peoples worst nightmare. It was us! That didn't stop our great adventures, it made our motives stronger. Carrie was fantastic at everything. We were the perfect team. So we set out to rule the world. Currently we many people wrapped up in fear and topped off with a bow of hate.

Carrie got addicted to the drug that was murder. She injected her poison into everyone she killed then she sucked their blood. Metaphorically of course. When she was 16, Carrie killed her first person. I remember it as if it were yesterday. Carrie called me at midnight. My phone rang and rang. Eventually when I picked up an unexpected and shocking event happened. First Carrie told me of an old man who kept following her home and stalking her wherever she goes. Then in her crazy voice she told me her plan. Filled with rage towards this creep I agreed to help fulfil her wishes. I must admit my part in the assassination was smaller than a single grain of sand however, the operation was a success.

It happened the following evening at twilight. Carrie thought this through carefully. Slowly she opened her curtains. Sure enough the man was there watching her. It was now or never. She started by untying the silk ribbon of her robe hesitantly revealing her in only underwear. This time without hesitation she softly began to pull on her stockings to create an almost welcoming invitation. Next she slickly zipped up a skin tight sexy black dress and picked up a small black clutch bag.

Once Carrie had left the house she gave the old man s devilish look in hope that he followed her. He did exactly that. The man was a black cat on the prowl wearing his dark suit and following with bight beady eyes. At this point Carries heart was racing. Brave. That was one word to describe this work of art. An ally way was approaching so understandably that's where she was heading. At the end of the ally way Carrie stopped and said "Oops, looks like there is nowhere to go now". Soon after she said that, the man slid out of the darkness. He usually hid in the shadows like the rat he was but not this time. It was now time to do the deed, Carrie knew there was no turning back.

There wasn't any wind that night. There were no clouds in the sky. I was only hidden as backup. Steadily, Carrie raised her arm and flipped her long ginger hair. In the moonlight she looked stunningly sexy and beautiful which made the threat larger. The man was tall and old and extremely intimidating. He strode closer to Carrie, so close his breath sounded like a siren. He gave an evil grin then grabbed Carries waistline. His grip was tight and he was rough! "Victory! You're mine now girl!" he whispered into her ear. "Not for long" she shouted. Carrie yanked out a large knife and swiftly and viciously impaled the man. The moment felt so long from her view so she aimed for the heart and swiftly hit her target. Hard!

Her first kill. It was brutal. Her last however, that was classy. First she shot a waiter of a very important man and then poisoned the man. Quick and easy. This was followed by a chuckle and a little clean up. How extraordinary you must think. That was her. A cold blooded killer. But now, here she is, sitting in front of a blank wall. You could just witness her evil drown in old age and illness.

The monstrous silence was broken by the scream of the kettle. I stood to pour the tea I was making and returned to see the legacy destroyed. "Goodbye Carrie, I shall see you in hell." I muttered. She was quite the evil genius that lady. That witch! Now I must burn her! I lay her body on a fire then left. No trace of Carrie Moore, as if she never excised. That is how she lived. She was a killer, a friend and a genius. A life as an assassin isn't easy. She fought and won! Now let her return to the fiery hole in which she was formed. And soon enough I will join her. Evil never truly dies. Carrie will be back, I believe that.