Whisper At Court

By Devika Hardikar

“I want her dead.” 

His eyes rose to pierce into her eyes only to receive the same fierce stare. They bore into his eyes. Taunting him. Daring him to say ‘no’. A crippled smirk slithered its way onto his face. Content glistening in his ichor eyes. “That’s what I do best.” 

“I’m not paying you to have a good laugh. You need to stick to the task at hand.” 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head. You’ll get what you want.” he grinned. He then took a moment to analyse her. Her slim tan figure, sharp green eyes and winter blonde hair. A yellow coat sat atop her shoulders. Blanketing her black and white striped blouse. My, how she had changed over the years. 

“Then I take it we have a deal?” A well manicured hand pulled him away from his thoughts. 

“Yes, yes we do.” 

“Excellent.” her hand reached out further. 

“Unfortunately, the life of another is not what I would describe as cheap. A task like this requires one hell of a reward.” 

A sigh echoed through the alleyway. 

“You can never get enough can you?” 

“I’m only excessive.” 

“Yeah excessively annoying.” 

“Is that bitterness I hear? You did always have a couple screws loose up there.” 

“How dare you! Are you insinuating that i’m-” 

His gloved had rose to halt her 

“I have many names for you, best if we don't get to all of them.” 

“Just do what I tell you to. Oh, and remember, I don’t want prisoners. I want bodies.” She rebutted 

“It’s not just your game, remember that.” He scorned as he walked away and faded into the darkness.

By Devika Hardikar