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I stood behind the man’s chair, my blade at his throat.t“Why do you do it?” I asked, knowing he wouldn’t answer. “Kill people, and blow up buildings, and sell drugs?”tIt was what they all did. Committed crimes. That was why I killed them.t“You’re a criminal, a terrorist, a danger. And I have been asked to take you out.” I told him. tI was legend now, yet he asked the same question all the others did.t“What is your name?”tMy sensitive ears tuned out the slit as my sword cut his neck.tI walked around the chair to see his face. I watched as his eyes–slowly at first–changed from blue to milky white. His skin went pale.tAnd as I heard him take his last breath, I ducked in so my lips hovered at his ear, and whispered, “My name, is Sharden.
