Carnivore (A Fairytale Assassin Short Story)
By Rebecca Knight
The sunlight beat down as Veronica scanned the crowd for the man—her mission. She flipped down her shades and moved toward the stage. The Shirley Temple look-a-like hit a sharp high note, and she cringed. Just gotta do the job, and I can get the hell out of here.
Going to this freakshow the locals called Little Miss Sugared Peaches was the last thing she wanted to do. Ever. The stage, the kids who looked like 30-year-old truckstop waitresses who’d fake-n-baked too long, the mothers… God, the mothers most of all.
Veronica’s body tensed at the deep, male voice. She mentally checked where her weapons were on her body as she turned, then let out her breath.
“It’s Agent Perrault, Grim. How many times we gotta do this?” He smiled that lopsided smile of his. In his hand were two cherry red snow cones.
“Please, don’t tell me you’re on a mission, Chuck. I wouldn’t be responsible for what happened if you got in my way. “ She raised an eyebrow. “Again.”
“Now, now, Grim. Is that any way to say ‘thank you?’ I heard this one’s a real piece of work. Likes kids.“
“Yeah. For breakfast.” Veronica scanned the crowd again as the kid with the ringlets curtseyed and bounced offstage.
“You could use another pair of eyes, and you know it. You’re just going to have to live with me.” He shoved the snow cone her way, and she grabbed it, sighing. Fan-freaking-tastic.
“Fine, but I take lead. I don’t want to have to babysit two kids if I can help it.”