I sat waiting as the sirens sounded outside. The sound heralding the police that had already sourounded the two story warehouse I was set up in.

They were bought off of course, just this time not by me. It was funny, I would die the same way my brother had. Betrayed.

I chose to keep filling out the books. No sense making things hard on my predecessor, even if he was going to kill me.

I would go out with grace, not with spite.

I wasn't sad. Nor was I happy. This is the destiny I took when I pulled the trigger on my own brother. You hurt too many people. Make to many enemies.

Your second starts to turn your allies into his. Becuase you became too much of a monster to be allowed to continue. It happend with simon. It happend with me.

How many had I killed? Directly? Indirectly? Too many. So many I couldn't even remember the numbers. An ocean of innocent and not so innocent blood.

I had earned this final spot. An empty warehouse surrounded by enemies and filling out the books. Remebering all the friends I had lost. The family I had made. And those few enemies who I could remember. So there I sat waiting for the end to come.

I didn't look up even as the door opened and my second. My son, walked through the old rusty doors.

I only asked one thing. Not with judgment. Nor with hate. Just a sad sort of curiosty.

"Why?"

"You had to be stopped" he spoke somberly. In the past I heard another voice say those same words from my own mouth. A younger me. A better me.

"One day you"ll be at this desk. One day it will be you who has to be stopped." That too was familiar, words my brother had told me. If only I had heeded the warning, but you can't change the past.

We said nothing to eachother after that. Nothing more needed to be said really. He waited as I finished the books.

Once I completed that final task, a last favor to my son I looked up. I don't know what I was expecting. Anger? Disgust? Judgement?

Instead I saw the barely supressed tears and remembered that my face had been the same.

It did not end with some long winded speach. Nor a duel to the death. No battle of wits and will. Just a gun aimed at my head as my own son pulled the trigger.

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My 65 years of sin finnally laid to rest. Would I have done things differently had I known what it would come to. Of course I woud, though I would still take to crime I think. I just would have tried to make things better. To be better.

You can't change the past

So I thought as an eternity of darkness awaited.... or thats what I thought. Instead my eyes opened but I couldn't process what I was seeing.

A manic deluge of sights, senses, smells, and sounds assualted me. Leaving me feeling disoriented and confused. The act of consentrating was harder then it should have been.

Was someone crying? Why couldn't I move my body? What the hell was going on?

I tried to move or speak but it all just failed. Eventually once I calmed down I noticed a new bit of information after I was picked up and brought to a mirror.

I had ears, and a tail. Well that was new.

I was a little too disoriented to focus, but as my brain begun to finnally proccess the information it was receiving. I took note of my surroundings.

Note 1: I had cat ears and a tail.

Note 2: I was now an infant. Prioritize for later study and analysis.

Note 3: I had apparently gone all the way back in time if the clothing styles and archetecture that the building I was in indicated.

Note 4: The bottles lining the shelf glowed... possibly radioactive? Maybe bio luminescent suspended in liquid?

4 notes seemed good enough and the maximum my body could handle. As my eyes lulled and I slowly fell asleep. I tried to stay up but my body was unwilling to let me process anymore.

....... 6 years later.

I hated being younger. Oh sure there were benefits. More energy, joints moving without diffculty, little things I'd forgotten over my long years.

The promblem was with being a child.

I couldn't avoid playing with other children since id just get forced into playing by my dad.

You would think being a former queenpin of crime would allow me to simply manipulate my way out. Just one small promblem with that.

I did not know the language. I couldnt even read. I was quicker on picking up words then someone of my aparent age would be.

Whats worse is that catlinè were largely viewed as adorable. Female catlinès more

Great for getting people to like me and for getting free stuff. Not so great when I wanted to avoid having to play childrens games.

So I reiterate, being a child was not ideal.

It was as I lamented my new lowly status as a child that my ears perked up.

One good thing about my new body was its hightend since of sound and smell. It was through those senses that I heard the angry yelling while being herded back home by the cities caregivers.

If it was just some angry grumblings id have ignored it. This sounded like a crowd though. It was more interesting then playing catch or tag at least.

I waited until the caregivers dressed in the cities blue uniforms was paying attention elsewere before silently walking off.

I chose to follow along an older man dressed in a casual tunic and pants. Pretending I was simply a kid being walked around by her dad. The man not seeming to notice me.

Moving from person to person I eventually made my way to the angry crowd.

They were mostly humans with a few catlinè and dwarfs added to the mix. They seemed to be throwing rocks at something while yelling out "Greenskin" this and that.

So, prejudice was the reason. Of course another world would not be free of that curse.

"Ah, well not my promblem not my business" I muttered under my breath.

Then I noticed the young greenskinned boy in rags being pelted by the stones of the angry crowd.