• I’m a fool. A fool of the fools. It irritates me, so. Now I had gun smoke in my eyes, and it stung when it shouldn’t have. It should only sting if it’s from my gun. My gun, alone.

    “Are you all right?”


    The man before me seemed taller than most, in a good way. He had gentle, smooth and soft-looking hair that bristled in the passing breeze…his eyes was locked on me, those cerulean blue eyes, grinning like his own Cheshire-like grin. I felt irritated.

    You stole my target.
    You have a pretty smile.
    You stole my target.
    You know how to dress yourself.
    You stole my target.
    You have my gun.
    You stole my target.
    You’re hot damn good-looking.
    You stole my target.
    …How annoying…



    I ignored the offered hand and stood up on my own, like the strong and independent woman I was, only to lean down in the rather annoying slimming bare-back dress to retrieve my shoes that were, without a doubt, wanting to kill me. I scowled inwardly. He stared, confused.

    “Uhm…Madam?”


    …How annoying…


    I brushed off the dress, adjusting its hold over my slender bust. My fingers trailed down to the slit of the short black cloth covering my bodice, feeling for the comforting cold steel of blades around my thigh. It was there. Oh, how I was longing for my love. My sweet, sweet, cold and cruel Agony Thorn, my sweet, lovely, .50 caliber semi-automatic custom Desert Eagle. I cursed inwardly for not bringing it with me to this overly formal event. I was irritated. I turned on my bare heel, beginning to walk away.

    “Excuse me…”


    …How annoying…

    …How annoying…

    …How ********] annoying…

    “Shut the hell up, you’re getting annoying…”


    He was taken aback.