She blew a beautiful song on her saxophone.
The tune was both professional and precise with clarity.
Every breath held a stronger emotion, every sound becoming more and more powerful and passionate.
"Aaah.....uhh....."
The critical groaning and gargling interrupted Zzaj's tune, halting her symphonic blowing.
The nine year old girl picked up a thin blue knife from a tray set next to her, launching the blade like a projectile toward the groaning. The knife went slicing thru the air with a whistle, finding a home in the right thigh of a masked woman bleeding heavily on the kitchen tile floor. Once the knife penetrated her flesh, the black clad lady bellowed painfully with her teeth clenched tightly.
"I told you I'd make it quick if you were silent and listened to my song."
Just as the exotic brown child was preparing to continue her tune, she was interrupted again by the ski masked assassin.
"Who the fuck are yaaaaaah!!!" The bloody woman attempted to ask, but another knife drilled into her left side.
Before her wailing could reach it's prime, the nine year old girl was squatting right next to the hired killer's head. Using an ice pick she grabbed off the marble counter, Zzaj rammed the instrument into the bleeding woman's mouth from the bottom of her chin.
Hums and groans of authentic agony was all the assassin could voice, blood leaked from her mask.
"I am the person that was given a second breath by the person you came here to kill, which of course would require my intervention even more." Zzaj explained to the bleeding pin cushion that was the hitwoman, never looking up from the podium holding her sheet music. Zzaj's tone was as sharp and cold as the blades that she struck with when she said, "You've hunted a good person that is a king in the making with the whole world watching him his progress. Not only is he bound to make history, he also rescued me, gave me a life to live and a future to be proud of. NOTHING in this entire world will take that light away from me. From us. Send as many as you like, but it's no-."
The sonic youth paused her monologue when the devastated woman began struggle violently for air.
Zzaj squatted there quietly, watching and listening to the hired killer gargle and choke on her own blood.
After a few dozen seconds, the hitwoman's body relaxed into a complete calm. Zzaj scanned over the limp body, seven, eight, nine knives she counted stapled into the woman's corpse. She looked in the masked face, the killer's agony fell from her open eyes.
The young Proxy sighed thru her nose as she rose to her feet, her radical intuition confirming that this was completely over.
This instinct of Zza.... or Zzaj with a j, went back to her cherry gold sax, continuing on with the professional blow.