• "Who are you?" He asked me. "I don't remember." He frowned at me, "Then, who are they?" he questioned, gesturing to the picture of three mean looking men.The first had spiked black hair and was wearing a leather vest and black chain covered pants. He was holding an Uzi. The second had long blond hair which was pulled into a low ponytail at the base of the neck ,he wore a spiked choker, his bright blue eyes were narrowed, and he was holding a shotgun.

    The last of the trio had medium length gray hair that was very well maintained and he had amber eyes that shone with the light of the fire around them. He was very handsome.

    "I don't remember, sir, " I said, irked by his lack of understanding. "You have been taught well, and I have confidence you can rid the world of these nuisances. Am I right in my faith?" he asked, obviously testing me. "I can kill all three of them with no trouble, sir." I said, narrowing my eyes at him. I stood, pissed and frustrated. I walked to the door and shoved it open, listening to it dent the wall. I heard him call after me, saying we weren't finished. I turned and stared at him. He shut his mouth as though I had pierced him with my silver gaze.

    "I can take care of them. After all, it is my purpose. I am merely a weapon, a tool in fact."

    I started moving again. "I am your killing machine."