gocreativity
The solution to the world's problems, in a vial of rose fluid, surrounded by flasks and beakers of blacks and blues and dark purples of deceit and treachery and evil and corruption. Only a couple of people know where it lies, but most are too preoccupied with stopping the problems than finding a solution.
It wasn't a trap. It was a part, only backwards, where I was the little thing that they didn't need anymore. My part was gone, flipped upside down, with it's pockets shaken out. They were on a different level, and I didn't have the key to Thereville.
My method with killing people sucks. Or so Master said. A dog, that's what he thought I was. I needed a better method, whatever that meant. I have achieved somewhat an accomplishment. A few religious leaders and government leaders from obscure South American governments should've been enough to satisfy is flavor for death and control. All I know, though, was that it was enough to keep me alive. I'd have to change my methods for the special somebody one day, if she didn't have a taste for being forced into assassination, but I didn't feel like it would happen anytime soon. Like everything Master said I did, I was wrong.