"He Who Laughs Last."
Aisha.
As soon as Sergio had shut the door behind him, Aisha's eyes flung wide open, her murder instincts kicking in.
The term "murderer" was now reserved for psychopaths. If the killing was done for means of survival no-one thought less of you. There were those that took life and crumpled under the weight of guilt, even if they'd no choice. There were some who killed when necessary and never lost a wink of sleep over it, that's pretty much where Aisha sat. There are others who have made it a whole new hobby, look at them the wrong way and they attacked with lethal force. That last group are the only ones considered murderers now. The term applies to Aisha as much as it does to a wolf or a bear. Killing in self defence is just a given. Killing for resources is a grey area.
Her heart seemed to be made of stone, the way she had always brutally killed her victims. She always smelt of blood. Of danger.
