Before I sought truth. Now I seek justice.

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.

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

See you soon (but not soon enough).

I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.

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.

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.