Knife Plucked From The Valkyrie’s Wings

I wanted to be something once, something more than what I am. Now as I look out in this snow covered world I just wonder whose next. I see the mother’s being strung along by their children and I don’t even feel envy anymore. For me to bring a child into this world, would be to throw them into a pit of snakes, not knowing which will bite you next. I still remember the incident that made me this apethetic shell, dressed like a human.

What is fear, I always thought that I didn't know the answer. That was until I took a step back, I always had a fear of killing which took precedent even over my fear of death. The thought to kill another was too much for me to bare. Then my fear of death became a fear of loss. That fear didn’t last long because I already lost everything. I never realized what I was truly scared of until he killed everyone that I care about. Until I was locked in this wardrobe with two knives in my hand praying he doesn't find me, hoping he doesn't hear my breath. As he rummaged through the house he came up to my hiding place and swung the doors open. At that moment my will to live over came my fear of death and drowned out my fear of killing. With those two knifes, I stabbed them in his chest. Again and again and again until I finally opened my eyes. If you’re wondering how the cops showed up. A teenage girl, running and screaming down the street covered in blood. May cause a few concerned neighbors to dial 911. A mid summer night, yet I never felt colder. They wrapped me in that rough blanket and still it felt as if a cold wind was blowing my way. I couldn’t stop shivering. I killed one, I never thought I’d kill another. A man who was forcing himself on me, I blacked out and next thing I know a knife was in his chest the same as that night. Once again the shivering would not stop. After him was another and then another and honestly that feeling went away and it became commonplace though I'm not a mass murderer unless you consider it murder for killing those who harm another. The first time I killed was fear of death the second time I killed was in protection of my self. The third time was in protection of another. I'm not a hero but I may have been called one that night. I saw a man in the early morning in a alley near a local bar. As I looked at his build he is stronger than me clearly but there's no need to fight only a need to kill. I rushed over and grabbed the man off her. He threw me off in a drunken rage, I hit my back on the brick wall behind me. I slid to the ground and the man focused his attention on me, how confidence he must’ve been towering over a helpless woman. But no one ever expects a knife in their abdomen. His look of shock as he fell to the ground was orgasmic, as I looked over to the women. She covered her mouth and ran off. The bitch could’ve at least said thank you. Act like she never seen a dead body before, I’m sure she lies flat like one with every guy she’s been with.

After that kill, my third kill it seemed to all stop mattering. If the police catches up to me so be it, who am I free for. No family to cry for me and no life worth living. But I continue for my family who couldn’t that night. Instead I walk the street, but for what. Maybe I was looking for an opportunity like the one that happened. A reason, any reason to unsheath my sword. Methaphorically speaking. At least I still need a reason. Suddenly my reasons for killing came fast and in a hurry. Someone followed me back to my apartment. A knock on the door as soon as I walk in, I opened it and it’s a woman. Older yet beautiful, high heels, opened toes, white coat, long brunette hair. I’m not a lesbian but I’d listen to the offer tonight. Sadly, she wasn’t here for that, she showed me a picture and asked for me to assassinate a man for her. I was flattered, but I explained I’m not in that line of work, but she stated she saw me kill the man from earlier. As I went to grab my knife, she said she wasn’t going to blackmail me. That man was a piece of shit and the man in the picture is another piece of shit. That shouldn’t be in our world anymore. She just left some information about him and went to walk out. I didn’t even get to see what’s under her coat, hopefully it was nothing. I did yell to her, why ask me. She saw my face after killing that man in the alley. She could tell it wasn’t my first kill and it won’t be my last. Our thoughts coincided I also didn’t think that would be the last time I kill. Her number was on the back side of the photo and I decided to hold on to it. I mulled it over for a long time and called her. I received his information where he likes to go, if he’s married, what has he done in his life. I may become an assassin but I’d rather not kill someone innocent. He turned out to be a bastard, a frequent adulterer, scam artist, and a couple skeletons hanging in his closet. Someone I won’t feel bad for if he’s gone. Once again I asked her why me. She told me that he knows a lot of the people staffed by her and would be difficult to get close. But me, I’m a fresh face, he’d never see me coming. I accepted her contract.

I bumped into him, outside of a bar called Donovan's a fancy place. And I was there outside looking helpless. I know I'm pretty and nothing is prettier to a man than a helpless, broken, little girl. He helped me up and couldn't take my sad face, he invited me in for drinks. Laugh at few jokes, touch his arm a few times. His engine just couldn't take it. He took me back to his where we began kissing on the bed. And as he kissed my neck, he felt my knife kiss his. As I sat there hugging his neck, with my knife inches deep on his nape. I noticed a mirror on the ceiling and caught a glance at the expression on my face. Nothing, a look of nothing. I layed there with him in my arms for a while staring at myself. I knew this was the life that was meant for me. Perhaps the murder of my family was God's way of pushing me this way. What does it matter now. I pushed him off and gather’d myself before calling Valkyrie. That’s what she told me her name was. More of a medusa if you ask me. She told me that people will come soon to clean up the house and my job is done. The payment arrived as quickly as she hung up. That was the beginning of our relationship. From then on was a blur, I went on a killing spree. Contract after contract sometimes multiple a day, I was bored with nothing to do. And this beats walking the streets hoping to find a victim. Some guys bigger, some smaller, a couple women, but at the end of the day no matter how well trained you are, you can’t protect what’s truly vulnerable. I had Valkyrie set me up with some fighting lessons. Might as well look cool while slashing, next thing I knew I became a machine. Never failing a hit and becoming Valkyries number 1 go to. Not to mention a couple $100,000 dollars richer.

But we became more than that, me and Valkyrie became more like sisters. I visited every night at the bar she operates out of. Often telling stories of my jobs. I told her of my past. Of that fateful night that turned me to this life. Of my Parents and siblings being killed, of me hiding like a coward. Only fighting back when my life was in danger. How I killed him and the reason I only use a knife. After that night, she really took me under her wing. I think she saw something in me that reminded her of herself. She became protective of me only contracting me with people she trusts. Thoroughly doing recon on my jobs to give me the most information on the target possible. It felt like I had a family again with her. I truly loved Valkyrie. Loved, because she left me as well.

A regular bar night. Me and Valkyrie were sitting in her back office drinking her favorite wine, it was a cheap $20 - $30 wine. I brought it with me every time I visited. For someone who runs such a fancy place, her taste were like those of a soccer mom. I often made fun of her for it. Valkyrie told me she has no siblings, no children. When she met me, she never thought it would be the night she gained a little sister. Always so sentimental in her drunken state. A knock came to the door, that Gus was coming soon and wanted to meet with Valkyrie. I never trusted Gus, his name and look suggest he’s a sleaze ball, but Valkyrie always put up with him. She wanted a moment to gather herself, It was getting late anyway, I told her I’ll say goodbye to everyone at the bar and then head home. I’d rather not be there when Gus arrives anyway. As I walked out. “Delilah.” “It’s Lilith. So drunk you forgot my name again.” “No dumb ass. Delilah, that’s my name. A name I long forgotten. Call me that from now on. Code names between sisters just seem silly.” “Delilah? A delicate name for a Valkyrie, what would Odin think, I chuckled.” “Get out dumbass. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Of course send a contract my way if anything comes up.” I walked down to the bar and saw a couple regulars that I’m fond of. We sat at the bar for a while chatting and that’s when I saw Gus walk in. Seeing his face ruined my mood, I said goodbye to them and went to leave. As I began my walk to my apartment, I stopped for a moment. I looked up at the building and thought about what they could be talking about. Then suddenly the room Valkyrie was in exploded. I stood in shock for a moment then someone grabbed me. “Lilith, Lilith!, you gotta get out of here”. I snapped out of it and ran in to the building. I just remember screaming, “Valkyre, Valkyre, Valkyrie.” When I got to the room, I just saw Valkyrie on the floor dead and Gus standing above her. I grabbed my knives from my side and lunged out him in a fit of rage, that’s when one of his guards knocked me out the way. I fell next to Valkyrie. “Delilah, how could this happen. How could I lose another sister as soon as I gain her.” Gus ran out of the room. And I sat there with Delilah’s head in my lap. Surround by fire.

People like us don’t get funeral’s, not really. A couple people we were close too comes around and we burn their body in a secluded area in the forest. “Valkyrie sat there, wrapped in cloth sitting on top of our made up altar.” I threw the torch onto her and began the process. As she burned I made a promise not to Valkyrie, but to my sister Delilah, that I will find whoever did this to her. And I will cut them for everyday we can no longer spend together. I hear Lillith is the name of a demon as well, that’s perfect, from now on I’ll be the demon that seeks a Valkyrie’s revenge.