• A day goes
    by, a day
    goes by, it
    always does.

    On the whole, one day
    is in no different from the
    rest of the days, yet closer
    notice shows the contrast.

    Carmine's life could
    be compared to that,
    he could be compared
    to that, but neither are.

    His life is vastly
    different every
    day, he himself
    is inconsistent.

    One day peaceful,
    another murderous,
    he can be quiet,
    or extremely verbose.

    His skills differ from the norm,
    he cannot read, nor can he
    add his sums, but he has his
    dextrous fingers guide him.

    Whether it be to hold
    a sword, or to hold a gun,
    to hold a knife, or a bow,
    his accuracy is deadly.

    A throwback to the ages
    of the hired guns, today
    he would just be called
    a hired, payed assasin.

    A deer could never
    move so silent,
    nor could a cat
    move so graceful.

    He blends into society,
    you'd never notice him,
    until he has you in his sites,
    your last moments alive.

    His fees are not cheap,
    but his accuracy never
    fails, once his target's
    locked, it is soon gone.

    His shocking blue eyes
    pick out the slightest
    movements from his prey
    before their life ends.

    His pert ears pick out the
    tiniest vibrations in the air
    letting him know when the
    time is right to strike.

    His upturned nose detects
    the sweat that rolls down
    the victim's back, the fear
    radiating from their skin.

    Never a lock of golden hair
    falls out of place, for it has
    never dared to distract him
    from his goal and purpose.

    His lithe body is able to twist
    and turn, letting him get the
    best angle at which to make his
    move and terminate his target.

    Whether a blade slices through the
    air, or a bullet pierces flesh, almost
    mechanically he goes through his
    work, mechanical yet graceful.

    Yet there is one flaw to this otherwise perfect
    killing machine. He has a love for one girl,
    and one girl alone. She holds the key
    to his heart, yet even she knows that not.

    Find her, and you control the
    assasin, but until then, hope that
    no one else has, and that no one
    else wants you dead and gone.

    A day in his life is never the same,
    but when a life is ended for another's
    gain, unless he is imparitial to it all,
    can he really stay normal and sane?

    So another day goes by for him,
    another goes by for you, he lives
    his life the best he can, and the
    very same can be said to you.