Because I know what it feels like to be used, valued only for what you can do... not who you are, not who you want to be.

It's unclear who moves first. We're in each other's arms, lips locked, melded, hotly fused. Our hands drag over each other, reacquainting, remembering, almost as if we're both verifying the other one is real flesh and blood.

I am what everyone always thought. A killer.

He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do", I admit.

All my life people have called me gifted. Extraordinary. Blessed. I had all these dreams to become something. Someone. No one ever said I couldn't. No one ever said Killer.

Before I sought truth. Now I seek justice.

Yeah. A real date. Something official. You. Me. Tonight. We're long overdue.