Out of nowhere, a knife stabbed her in the chest; right in the heart, killing her almost instantly. The last thing she heard was footsteps and: "I hope you have a fun time in Hell." The knife was then pulled out of her heart and she bled to death.

Everett Black pulled out a cloth to clean the blood from her dagger. The blade had been with her for the past three years of her assassin occupation. It showed her strength and how deadly she could be with such a simple and small weapon. Everett herself was of a short stature, but she definitely packed a punch or a knife to the heart in this case. Everett liked killing people by stabbing them in the heart and letting them bleed to death. It made it easier to blame the death on blood loss which made them easier to hide.

Everett got down and wrapped her black clad arms around the woman. She stood up and carried the woman out of her house and to the nearby hospital.

***

Everett dumped the body in one of the containers in the morgue and walked down to the showers and locker rooms. They were supposed to be for the doctors to change into civilian clothing but she didn't think they minded. Plus she had 'befriended' one of the doctors that worked at the hospital.

Walking to the locker room part of the floor, she heard footsteps. She jumped straight; she had the advantage as her feet were silent so they probably didn't know she was there; there was also a corner so they didn't see her and she didn't see them. Pulling out her dagger which killed her last victim she got ready to kill another.

As she turned the corner she swung at the person. But they were swift and blocked her arm. Everett wasn't unprepared and went to grab at their neck to choke them, but she stopped when she saw who she was about to choke.

"Kendall?" Everett said.

"Hi, Everett," the doctor said, his heart beating against his chest. He softly placed down Everett's arm. "What are you doing here?" He eyes her clothing. "Did you hide another dead body in the morgue again?"

She looked towards the morgue. "Yes" Everett said in a monotone voice. She looked back to Kendall. "So, why are you here?"

This time Kendall looked away by looking towards the floor. He sighed, "My patient died." Everett got out of his way as the doctor slowly walked through the hallway to the locker room. Everett followed her 'friend' silently. She knew that people were depressed when people died, heck, sometimes it saddened her to kill her victims, but she would always deny it and she definitely wouldn't tell anyone else.

Kendall sat down and Everest followed suit. "He was only fourteen years old. He had his whole life ahead of him. Sure he was a bit mean but here we all are like that at times. He was too young..." Kendall put his head into his hands and Everett just sat there listening. "...I watched him cough up blood then he passed out and eventually died..." She didn't say anything, Kendall was being weak by crying over this bratty, pubescent boy.

"Thanks for being such a good friend, Everett," Kendall said. They were only 'friends' because the first time Everett had hid a dead body in the morgue, Dr. Hubert found out. Everett had pulled her dagger to his neck, but he said he would keep quiet and make sure that the level was empty most of the time so that she could use it almost whoever she wanted. She decided not to kill him after stalking him for a few months. He kept his deal, but Everett didn't like relying on people. She was always one day from stabbing Kendall and putting him in the morgue itself.

"I have to go," Everett said, standing up with her duffle bag in toe. She huffed as it went on her shoulders.

"Oh, of course," Kendall said, wiping his eyes and standing up. "Places to see; people to kill. I understand." He cracked a smile as if it was a joke. "Take care," he said as Everett walked away down the hall leaving the oncologist to deal with his grieving thoughts.