The Writers' Circle

Zimore creeped stealthily up the obsidian wall of the two story living quarters. She had been trained well; the microscopic suction cup-like growths on the tips of her fingers and toes were so silent, Zim herself could not hear them. Zimore slowed as she came to the ruby windows framed in gold. Cheap materials, even for the lower class part of town. Glass. Glass was the expensive material for windows. Glass and wood. The planet was abundant in gem stones and metals, but wood and glass were scarce. Zim lifted her head and peeked inside the red window. There he was. Colonial Curob Oranab, leader of the rebellion against the High Council. He was exactly how the Head Councilsear had described him. Blue skin, slightly muscular, with a tail that was shorter than normal for a Searon, and covered in scars. How unusual for a Blue Skin. He was alone, sitting facing an open freezing unit, away from the window where Zim had by now perched. She did not worry about being seen. She had already changed her skin color to red to match the window, and her outfit, a tunic and pants made of special Searonian cloth, changed with her. The only thing that could give her away, her iridescent short white hair and inch longer bangs, was safely tucked into a hat made of the same special cloth. Zim razed her long, white finger nail, and began to quickly and quietly cut a single ruby window pane away. Once, the colonial shifted, making his scales rattle and his toe talons scrape the floor and back spikes scrape the iron chair (another cheap product). Zimore instantly froze. When she was sure she was still undetected, she continued. Once the pane was lose, she silently pulled it out. Still holding it, she quietly slid into the room. Here she closed her eyes, allowing the shapes that she saw behind her eyelids to fill her mind. It was easier this way. This way, she didn't have to see the light blue blood when the pane would sever her targets neck. She heard the freezing unit kick off, and instantly tensed. Mistake. The air tensed with her, and Curob noticed the shift. As he stood to defend himself, Zim gathered her strength and flung the sharp pane like a throwing disc. She flinched as she heard the splitting of flesh and the thud of the pane drive into the wall. The ruby window pane was still vibrating with the force of her throw and blood was running down the wall from it, forever staining it light blue, as Zim exited through the window and scaled back down the wall.