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Without an echo
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Without an echo, she gently faded into shadows through the doorway as if she were a piece of the night. I can still make out your form as you move through the shadows searching for the light. Sorry, they won't turn on; I unscrewed them the last time I was in there as I now sit here, across the street excuse me while I turn on my night vision goggles.

It's been six weeks, 4 days, 9 hours, 34 minutes since I found you my love. You put me through quite a search. But, I am thorough and needed to be sure your schedule would have you here, now, and alone.

Funny that this is where we will meet our final match. And all along you never knew it was me. I was that a stranger you bumped into at the farmer's market and talked about how to know when fruit was ripe. I was the old woman you helped cross the street last week. You even smiled at me, while I was a street musician with his guitar, playing songs I knew you liked. You almost won me over with those big green eyes, flowing red hair, and whimsical smile while you shared a subway ride with a shy college student studying physics on his ride home.

How could someone so sweet and appear so innocent also have such an incredible past? I just could not take your life without getting to know you first. You were the top in our industry, the best, the Crimson Lion they called you. And then you retired, leaving contracts open Leaving people not taken care of and that made your bosses very, very unhappy.

You went into hiding, changed your name, created a new life, and started over. But you did make some mistakes

So, here we are at your final end, and I have honor to be the one to take you down. taken these contracts and eliminated evil men, and made it appear as an accident. I have killed these men up close to make a point and not leave one shred of evidence. I could justify the killing of these men, and the reasons behind their deaths.

How Do I know? Cause she thinks she's alone and doesn't even know someone's watching her

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