She pulled the knife from her chest and smiled.
“Was that supposed to hurt?” She pondered aloud while examining the knife. Hmm… no blood. Guess that armor works after all. Grabbing a cloth from the desk above her, she polished the knife so that there were no fingerprints left on it. Hers or otherwise. She didn’t want to accuse anyone of anything. People take things so seriously these days. No, it’s better that no one know about this. Not yet anyways. Evidence would appear again. Nothing stays hidden for long. Being what she was, there was no way the evidence wouldn’t surface again. She just wasn’t ready for that to happen right now.
As for the person who tried to kill her with the knife, she knew he’d try again. And the next time, she wouldn’t be knocked down.
