Karla Wins (Blogophilia 16.18)
Thanos scanned the landscape and shrugged. The dispatches would come, and he would get the soul. If something went wrong, the bosses would take the heat. He could only hope that policy would hold with this. Karla, the target, was fair and flaxen haired A blank canvas whose life never started. Normally, this would not concern him. But something held his eye. An almost imperceptible tattoo above her left eye. An Artemis warrior, protected by the Goddess herself. He took a deep breath. There would be consequences in her taking. The human lineage never mattered in these cases. Either you were anointed or not, the vessel holding the spirit was nothing more than that. Something that could be broken or used at will. This was different. Who ordered this? Thanos was thirty yards into the meadow. Karla was a little further out picking berries. She moved toward the edge of the wood. He followed along, out of her line of sight. A glint of light appeared at her r...
