Kill Fest

"Who the hell is Fat Daddy?" she said out loud as a little voice from the bathroom called out.

"What….talking to me Baby?" Kimba called out hoping that her companion would join her after all.

"No babe, just talking to myself," Aurora was quick in her response wanting to view the new email without her girlfriend coming into the room and seeing who it was from. All of the mail that came to her alternative screen account was for business only. Her very discreet Craigslist ad would bring in only those emails who understood in the ads true context, nature and meaning. Titled (Dirty Deeds) in the subject line of her ad, was drawn from her most beloved rock band AC/DC and their song about a down and out hit man in search of work.

It was rare for a man to make contact with her, for most of her clientele drew in frustrated wives wanting to be rid of their no good counterparts. It was not as glamorous as hits on foreign War Lords around the world but it gave her a freelancer's income doing the only thing she was truly good at. Taking lives.

Making sure that the shower was still running, she then turned all her attention to the computer screen. Hitting Open Mail, she gazed over the new text with wide eyes even though she was still feeling the effects of her drunken party night and her love making to Kimba. There in black lettering was a message that drew in her attention like no other. The massage read.

"Greetings Miss Constantine, you are invited to take part in an event that has been held only in whispers for more than 1,000 years. You may call me Fat Daddy and I have brought the art of assassination to the new Millennium with my own version of "Kill Fest." What's Kill Fest you ask? It all started in ancient Japan, where the world's best assassins were brought together in competition to see who was truly the deadliest killer among them. In the end only one stood the victor and was rewarded well for his ability to be the last man standing. …And the others…..well they fell to the winner's sharp blade and remembered only in history.

This test of deadly skills has been passed down through the ages and fought among your kind in every country, with every weapon ever invented. In more modern times, it can be traced back to the old west and even in the height of the cold war. Unsanctioned members of even our own CIA and Special Forces took part in this game of death without the U.S. ever knowing and right under their nose. Now I have brought this game, this killer's elite competition into the modem world under the name "Kill Fest" and you my dear Aurora Constantine are among the six assassins that I have chosen to take part in this… the deadest game on Earth.