A thousand words and a thousand more, none of them explained who what when where and why. Those things only I knew . Or so I thought. I’ve only kept two. Forbidden. But its safe hidden and so far away it’s as if they never existed. At least that’s what I thought. It’s summer there and the flowers flow in the gentle breeze her hair so long past her butt dark with soft curls and she’s smiling up at a sunflower. And the sun it’s as if it shines just for her. Small hands graze the tall grass . It’s picture perfect. She’s picture perfect. And this one where I was doing the same exact thing. My hair the same our dresses the same. My beautiful daughter, one I had to leave to give her a life that wouldn’t be cut short. Pictures. My only pictures of me and my daughter and this… this man thought to threaten her, does he know the lengths I’d go to protect her. Does he know who and what I am. What I’m capable of. Why I’m here and not with her. Did he value is life so little.

“What’s this ?” I asked calm and slid the pictures back to him. Across the table of a diner in the middle of nowhere. here where I had a job to do.

“Don’t act dumb Rhyel “ he said as he slid a Manila envelope to me . He knew my human name. He pocketed my photos. he’ll lose fingers for that alone. I smirked .

“You have me at a disadvantage you know me and I don’t believe I know you.” He ignored my backhanded request for his name although his name meant little to me.

“In there is what you’re really here to do if not your daughter well her pretty blue eyes dull indefinitely. “ my breath caught, not in fear because fear didn’t help me here. But because the audacity of this man. I’ve killed for less but now; now I had to do it slowly and get as many answers about who knew of my little girl. I knew she was safe and unharmed because the world didn’t shake with her fear and her cries didn’t flood a country my daughter a child of a god and Atlantian had gifts this world has yet to see.

“Well if you think that’s true, than I feel sorry for you.” The guy laughed and I smiled with him. “You don’t really know what I am do you? Not who but what !

“I know you’re going to do what’s in the folder or your little girl is dead.”

“ twice you’ve mentioned killing my daughter, you somehow know the assassin part of me but did they tell you about all of me? how I can hold time in my hand and shred you to pieces, how with just a thought I can blow you into tiny microscopic pieces like you’ve never existed. How I can shift you onto another plain and watch you suffocate. I will end you, you little shit . The diner shuddered with my rising voice. Fear yes that’s what I like to see. I pushed the envelope back to him. Besides your brother already dead.