I stood behind the man’s chair, my blade at his throat.	“Why do you do it?” I asked, knowing he wouldn’t answer. “Kill people, and blow up buildings, and sell drugs?”	It was what they all did. Committed crimes. That was why I killed them.	“You’re a criminal, a terrorist, a danger. And I have been asked to take you out.” I told him. 	I was legend now, yet he asked the same question all the others did.	“What is your name?”	My sensitive ears tuned out the slit as my sword cut his neck.	I walked around the chair to see his face. I watched as his eyes–slowly at first–changed from blue to milky white. His skin went pale.	And as I heard him take his last breath, I ducked in so my lips hovered at his ear, and whispered, “My name, is Sharden.
Alysha Speer, Sharden
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