saturday,

The weekend was ages away, I passed the test, with an average grade, not like it matters. Today I woke up with a start. My dream was strange. It was about a person with short hair, a pink dress and long stockings, he- she? They were standing on my balcony gazing out at the stars. It was a bit of a romantic dream which was weird because I never have romantic dreams and don't have a lot of experience regarding that stuff. I got dressed in black pants a white button shirt with a collar and a hooded poncho, classical and my siblings will assume I’m doing something professional. Not that they care. The job which me and indigo had talked about more or less over the couple days, was an old ugly fat man from the court. Okay that’s a lie, “he is old and a man, but they're not your stereotypical jerkface. They are a guy who worked for many years to make 0 villains and a ‘shining city with no noise issues and no death and pain, beautiful city better then others’ quote from a couple years back, he brought up a bill that brought up the amount of children people with over XXX amount of money could have. He also voted yes for expanding the city and more walls and separation in the city, he’s a good target” indigo said from behind the curtain, “so, we know this. We have to go kill him in a way they know he’s been killed and then publish evidence and bring attention to why he died "I said putting on my magnetic ears. “Yes. I have all the finished newspapers to spread around the city and write this message with spray paint in his room when you kill him, "Indigo said, slamming some papers down. “So the plan is i silently sneak into his house after the party and end him while asleep quietly, then leave the message?” I say walking out of the changing room fully dressed, indigo looks up, he has a messenger bag with the papers he’ll spread in the dead of night while i do the deed supposedly. “You’ll fit right in” said indigo sarcastically “hey the costume is supposed to become a sort of symbol like of hope or like of anarchy” i flipped my hair up dramatically, i grabbed the extra knife with the poison in it and put on my gloves. “Alright yeah i know..” indigo stood up and put on his hoodie and mask “let’s go”

Indigo and i spilt up on the way, the target lives in a big fancy modern house in the upside down (houses connected to the dome ceiling rather then built on the ground of lua usually in specific isolated zones and lots of lights and towns and things are regularly hung from low points in the city roof) the stairs up into his mansion was unguarded, makes sense since this guy is a pretty low level ceo and politician. I stepped up sliding into an empty window there’s about 2 people just leaving the dinner party. My target is tipsy and walks into his room drunkenly not even noticing me standing around the corner. “Perfect” I mutter knowing he wont hear me. I start to get stressed, my knees are wobbly as I walk to the room. I knew what would come and I knew the price and what I'd have to do but as I stood 2 feet away from an unconscious perfectly harmless man I was hesitating. Not much but I still have to admit I was. I took a deep breath and silently snuck into the room and pulled out my dagger. My target was fast asleep, stomach exposed, it was almost too easy but that was the point after all. “Okay, well after this there’s no going back” i quietly whispered to myself,

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my nervousness faded as i located the most vital spot to hit. And struck, immediately he woke up and screamed, not very loud as he was drunk i drove my dagger further in then immediately pulled back, and for good measure i slashed his wrist, inner thighs, and neck, all vital blood points he screamed only once but barely fought back, he was drunk half asleep and been hit with so many critical wounds he passed out almost instantly after the first hit and i checked his pulse just to be sure. He was dead.

My hands weren't as covered in blood as you’d expect. My black cape was more or less clean too. Well not really but it was black as my gloves so you can’t see it. I pulled out my spray paint and wrote the message and the symbol on the wall behind the king bed, careful not to disturb the scene…

Fix the reason why he died. If change doesn't happen he won't be the last. The symbol was a head (just a filled in circle with no details or anything) and bunny ears. “dramatic ey?” I say after finishing up. I leave the house, I don't take or leave anything and make sure not to get blood or footprints anywhere. The sky slowly gets a little bit lighter as I stop to glance at a newspaper pasted on buildings. It’s the conspiracy type thing about cities that indigo planted. Successfully. “Hmm, A message and a murder” I mutter jokingly as I run off to meet indig