[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.]
People spend years seeking purpose in their life.
A pointless exercise, in Mathla’s opinion. You either killed, or were killed. That was simply the way of doing things.
She had always ensured she was the one who did the killing. That was until her limbs became old, and her hair turned grey, and her skin wilted like a dying flower.
She pulled the cork from the vial of poison and downed the contents in one.
She would always be the one doing the killing, no one else.
Alex.J.Cobalt 