Do you think I'm crazy?

Most people do... I'm not, really, at least I don't think so. Certainly I have the ability to appear that way, I'll admit. Perhaps I do appear insane, wearing a mask and laughing as my claw draws blood in rivers...

Blood... a deep, dark crimson color, more beautiful than terrifying, truth be told. It's the ultimate symbol of life... and death. To think every one of us has a rushing, red river flowing through our veins, from before birth to death, constantly replenishing itself to keep the body alive. Fascinating... simply fascinating...

All that precious liquid, held in place by only thin layers of flesh, so easily torn to spill it's contents, possibly ending the cycle of the all-important river. Oh, how many rivers have died at my hands...

Perhaps I am insane, being so intrigued by this red wonder that I enjoy releasing it and seeing it cover my claw, pooling around the slain body, ending the cycle. I even enjoy the sight of my own blood... only when I draw it, ofcourse. My wrist guards do well to hide the scars there...

I could never tell you why the scars are there in the first place, only that they are. Even with as much as I despise anything marring my beauty, as long as they're not on my face, no one has to see them.

It's not as if they would really care. Pity, maybe... but never would anyone truly care. Humans are like that, selfish to the very end. Would the near ending of my own life's river matter to the target in front of me? No... he or she would likely revel in it, for it would save their own life. As I said, selfish to the very end. I can't help but mimic the instinct, now can I?

Ahh... see how they gravel at my feet... begging for mercy. Yet I am no receiver nor giver of such a thing. I am an assassin, deadly, beautiful and more vain than even the most famous of models. I... care only for me, just as you care only for yourself.

I look through your window... there you are. So naive are you, so completely unsuspecting. Beauty, you escaped me once, and gave me scars to prove it. That shall not happen again, this time, I will most definitely put your precious life to an end. Spilling blood always help to fight that dreadful emptiness... that feeling of want and lack, even if it's drawing my own. But tonight, it will not be my own... it will be yours....

My eyes are narrow, my lips drawn thin, and my blades ready...

It is time...

And yet... Vega did not see the thread of his fate about to be severed. He didn't even realize when it was cut short, to be re-woven in a different way....

End?