Carrying Two Daggers at all times pt1 look up the meaning of Identity and it will say its a sense of self. All people have at least two identities, our social and our personal, we change these from who's around us, but what about our identities yet unknown to us... - The flickering light of smouldering ashes, emergency lighting and burnt out vehicles throw shadows waving and waltzing all around the young Lillian-Blakely as she holds the mans arm... severed, dripping, and leaving blood stains down his loafers. he huffs, 'I'd appreciate having that back Lilly', he talks in a British way as uninterested and macabre as his body lay, he looks up at her 'today... today should have echoed throughout time for People like Us', he stops to take breath, 'WHY DO YOU BETRAY ME IN THIS MANNER!' he reaches out takes and places his arm back in place, the veins reach like stretched out fingers for each other as it cracks and pops back in place. 'CRICK' he flexes his arms and stands up. she steps back, her limbs tremble and lip quivers as she speaks, 'Lucious, if I had have known...', she takes another step back carefully and outstretched. then before she sees him move, she feels her throat tighten and her chest starts screaming for air. 'your a very lucky girl lilly, my arm appears to still be working' her nails sink into his arm as he tightens his grip, 'I can break you so easily, hell, i could tear you into pieces, but your lucky because before I... we, get down to, the nitty gritty, i need to know, well, I'll regret not knowing wh...' his words are cut short as his face succumbs to the impact of Lilly's silver pocket knife. -- her heart beats faster and faster as she pulls at his hand to relieve the grip, she pulls him closer and their lips touch, softly, she drops to the ground and starts to run only thinking of running faster , 'must run faster' she thinks, she gets to the edge of the roof top and jumps hoping there's another rooftop ahead of her. as she jumps from roof to roof trying to get as far away as she physically can, unable to stop her feet and not contemplating for a moment about the height. she thinks back to when she met him, the clean cut, handsome gentleman, who welcomed her with a comforting embrace and the promise of #life, not a normal #life, she didn't want that, the way Lilly saw it 'why bother with a normal #life when you can be seen, admired and most importantly loved'. he only brought her jealousy and fear. -- -end of part 1-