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Chapter 6: Lamm to the slaughter.

“You feel it too, the pull right?” The woman spoke into her cell phone and brushed her fringe out of her face, it was almost as tall as she was. “Don’t you have boy-slicey to do that kind of thing for you? …busy? Well you know our agreement wasn’t that I’d do ust whatever you say, I want to have fun.”

The woman looked down from the tree she was stood in at the path below, her prey would be here any minute now.

“Well what does it matter to you anyway? They all have to die sooner or later, that’s within your plan right?” she saw lamplight catch the pebbles on the path below, he was coming, “Gotta go.” Hanging up the phone the woman reached to a holster at her side and pulled out a flute. She sat on her branch and started to play a soothing melody.

The traveller on the path approaching the tree kept walking, the torch tied to his staff swinging as he went. He walked up to just a little before the branch the woman sat on and stopped, listening to the tune.

“It’s an interesting way to introduce yourself to a man you intend to kill.” The man looked up at the woman. “As for introductions, my name is Lamm.”

The woman stopped playing her flute and backflipped off the branch onto the ground before Lamm.

“Well, ‘Lamm’, don’t disappoint me as we dance.” A wicked grin spread across the woman’s face, to Lamm it looked almost like madness.

The woman launched herself at Lamm and the two began a fight to the death.

The air was full of the shrill sounds of a flute being swung quickly, and a woman’s crazed laughter. Within a minute, the lamplight went out, and Lamm fell to the floor.

The woman, panting before the corpse sneered at it. “You really didn’t entertain me. How pathetic.”

as a glow passed from the corpse towards her she stood up straight and looked out to the horizon, “I hope there are better dance partners out there than this one.”

She kicked Lamm’s corpse as she set off down the path.

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