the mirror

She was wearing a tight little number. Black velvet maybe. Looking into the mirror with burgundy lips poised in an o, skin the color of a delicate cream.

Green eyes like a cat, with smooth black hair that didn’t seem real.

Suddenly those eyes were focused on me.

"What?!" her hands here on her hips and those cat eyes had narrowed into a snarl.

"I..uh..nothing."

"Then stop fucking staring."

She turned back around and kept looking at herself in this huge mirror. I saw my own, smaller reflection net to hers.

The bluish black circles under my eyes got darker and darker, but when I looked at her reflection, she seemed to only to gain greater perfection.

I smoothed my own brown hair nervously.

She turned to me again this time smiling.

"Ready?"

"I guess."

"Don’t forget to look them straight in the eye."

"Then what?"

"Kill the bastards." She walked out the door laughing.