A Night Outing

I put on the makeup, shedding my old skin.

I put on the mask, concealing my inner identity.

I put on the costume, flaunting my new style.

I put on the hat, adding a comical touch.

I slip on the gloves in case my hands are dirtied.

I pull on the boots, leading me to heights I never thought I could reach.

I holster the guns, saving their use for later.

I wield the hammer, knocking down any obstacles in my path.

I race to him, my love, my salvation.

I embrace him, feeling comforted and passionate.

He gives me a mission, a quest suited to my skills.

I follow his orders, embarking on a journey.

I must prove my worth, showing that I care.

I make my way to the target, slinking around alleys and rooftops.

I warm up my skills on the way, performing cartwheels and backflips.

I am a force in the darkness, reaching the building with ease.

I enter through the skylight, shining moonlight down below.

I see an almost empty warehouse, shivering in the cold.

I drop down and find leverage, balancing myself.

I hear voices, maybe one or two or four.

I know the guy is down there; I recognize his face.

I see that two are armed, a minor distraction on my part.

I watched them turn their backs, unknowingly falling into my trap.

I landed lightly behind them on my feet, cleverly spotting them.

I decide that now is the time to grab their attention,

lead them to their imminent deaths.

“Hiya, fellas! Mistah J wants one of ya dead, and I’m not one to disappoint!”

I unsheathe my weapons, guns of destruction.

“Shoot her!”

I’m too fast for them, nearly dodging the bullets they throw at me.

I aim, I fire, and I kill.

I oversee all chaos here; no one leaves alive.

I fulfill the deed. I fulfill the need. I watch them bleed.

I return, my mission a success, a bloody mess.

I tell him, prove him of my worth, exhilaration flowing through my veins.

I gleam with joy as he congratulates me on a job well done

And seals the contract with a kiss on the cheek.

I’d gladly do it all again.