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endless_scrolls) wrote2012-03-28 09:20 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2012-03-28 09:20 pm
City of Sin
Title: City of Sin
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Sin City
Theme: Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done. - William Shakespeare
Character(s): Deadly Little Miho; brief mentions of Gail, Dwight McCarthy, Manute, Wallenquist
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Written as a reply to an Anon Questions and Prompts request.
Dedicated to: Um... whoever posted the prompt I suppose.
Wind as cold as ice brushed across the back of her neck. It was a chill she could always find comfort in, and one of the few things Miho allowed herself to feel. That is, until now. Not in the way she ever expected, though. Cold was her life, after all. Ice thin blades as sharp as her glance, and a personality to match. There wasn't a day that passed by where the petite assassin didn't feel the splatter of blood. And still, she could feel nothing. Had been trained not to feel at all. Gail's perfect little enforcer. Old Town's pet Demon.
Protect the territory. Protect the Girls. That was all she had to do. That was all anyone had asked of her. And Miho had played the role well - had painted the streets with the blood of their enemies. Now they ran free with the blood of the only thing she could call family. Even Dwight could find no words of comfort.
They were too late. She was too late. Manute had finished his job. The Kraut had his piece of property to add to his wealth and power.
She should have been enraged - murderous, even. They'd taken everything from her. He had taken her purpose. But now, she felt nothing at all. Because without the girls of Old Town to protect, that was what Miho had become in this City full of Sin.
As it should be.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Sin City
Theme: Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done. - William Shakespeare
Character(s): Deadly Little Miho; brief mentions of Gail, Dwight McCarthy, Manute, Wallenquist
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Written as a reply to an Anon Questions and Prompts request.
Dedicated to: Um... whoever posted the prompt I suppose.
Wind as cold as ice brushed across the back of her neck. It was a chill she could always find comfort in, and one of the few things Miho allowed herself to feel. That is, until now. Not in the way she ever expected, though. Cold was her life, after all. Ice thin blades as sharp as her glance, and a personality to match. There wasn't a day that passed by where the petite assassin didn't feel the splatter of blood. And still, she could feel nothing. Had been trained not to feel at all. Gail's perfect little enforcer. Old Town's pet Demon.
Protect the territory. Protect the Girls. That was all she had to do. That was all anyone had asked of her. And Miho had played the role well - had painted the streets with the blood of their enemies. Now they ran free with the blood of the only thing she could call family. Even Dwight could find no words of comfort.
They were too late. She was too late. Manute had finished his job. The Kraut had his piece of property to add to his wealth and power.
She should have been enraged - murderous, even. They'd taken everything from her. He had taken her purpose. But now, she felt nothing at all. Because without the girls of Old Town to protect, that was what Miho had become in this City full of Sin.
As it should be.
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