A bell sings as I walk into the small flower shop. The busy street of New York hum loudly as the door closes behind me.

"Hold on, I'll be with you in just a moment!" A voice in the back room says.

My nose tingles as the scents of flowers fill the air. I pick up one of the nearby flowers. I looked at the information tag to see it was called a Rainflower.

An idea quickly popped into my head, why don't I leave flowers for those who I kill, and the meaning of the flower could coincide with the person's personality and...

"Sir?" A bubbly voice says.

I look up from my thoughts. In front of me is a woman, who's name I already know. She is about 5'4 and has the most amazing smile. Her green eyes look almost like glass in the light. Her bright blonde hair sways from side to side.

"Oh, um yes. Are you Amelia?" I ask.

"Yep that's me! What can I do for you?" She said as she grinned.

"I was interested in buying some drugs." Her smile vanished in a second.

"I...I don't know what you are talking about sir. This is a flower shop."

"I know you are lying Amelia, because I know you have an underground drug operation, I mean why else would I be sent here to kill you?" Blunt and to the point, that's how you get them.

And that's how we ended up at a nearby cafe. She asked the same questions like all of the others. Such as "Are you really going to kill me?" Or "who sent you?" Or my personal favorite, "is this just some reality tv show?"

As I answer all of her questions, it appears she begins to understand. She really will die. This is where they start freaking out. Pleading me to not kill them etc etc.

I place my hands over her shaking ones. They tense at the touch. We've been talking for over three hours, and I have learned all I need to about her. It was time to make a decision.

"If I could give you one chance to see or do something you've always wanted to...would you take it? Keep in mind, this is my peace offering since I have to kill you no matter what."

She looks at me with green big eyes. A slow and unconfident yes spills from her mouth.

"Ok, what would it be? Your dream?"

It only took her a minute to tell me.

"I have always wanted to see the sunrise at the Grand Canyon."