[VS] One shot - Double personality

In the middle of an unhabited yellowish desert, of empty river basins, Shera was sitten circling her legs with her arms, taking advantage of her uniqueprivacy moment, as she lets the soft wind blow on her face before the prisoners come and her work starts again.

Deeply recalling how her attacks on the younger prince of Aryanagar always failed, the air bought her hair to her face. She took it from her cheek and delicately putted the lock behind her ear... And unpurposely, got her response.

She got up abruptly while her eyes widened in panic. How didnt she think about it before?... she thought. She ran her hand on her hair in anguish, till she saw her black cloth. Resolutely, she covered her face with it and adjusted her turban, meantime checking the recent theory.

She sat down, she was Shera again, the bloodthirty, cold, and calculative Shera.

Meeting after meeting, she revised all her encounters with the prince. In all of them, there was something that covered her, or infact, uncovered her: if she didnt act like a spoiled heiress, she was disguissed of a villager, always under the unsuspected name of Ananya.

Yes, indeed, her theory was true, when her face was uncovered, her heart was visible too, letting out the softer side of her and thus making the mission uncomplete.

She took out a dagger and grasped it against the arid land; mentally annotating to make sure that she would not disguise herself anymore ever; all the missions would be done by Shera itself, burying Ananya in the far corner of oblivion in her mind, because she didnt need any sensible, delicate, polite or pretty girl, she didnt need anyone with heart, she didnt take born for those things.

"Sarkar, these are the prisoners to execute. And there is a boy too, who insisted in protect them."

There, placed in a line, looking down, were standing the three men with tied arms, almost unable to move.

She came close to them, looking piercengly to the traitors, aware of how her gaze was menacing them.

"You cant kill innocent people as per your wishes..." said a strenghtful voice. "You can be easily arrested by the new kings soldiers for your numerous ilegal activities...And, then, you will regret all this..."

His face turned away, Shera just had hitted his jaw, making as result small and shiny drops of blood fall from the fleshy lip of Veer, a lump in the stomach of herself, when realizing the identity of the victim of her fury.

Already reduced by the ropes around him, Veer could not do anything but to set his eyes on the ground, while Shera prohibited herself from looking back at him, forcing the opinion that this was the opportunity actually, of ending with her only weakness.

Convinced, she sketched a sinester grin, always under the black cloth, and planned to take revenge of her discomfort with the present living, just as she ised to like, slowly, enjoying each passing second, each running drop.

She stared intensely at the first prisoner, and began his torture: she started to cut carefully with her knife the sensitive skin of his neck, assuring that the cuts wound encreased gradually.

After few desesperate yelled complaints and pleas, Veer couraged to look at the scene. Noticing it, she stopped, alarmed at the effects of his indignated looks at the executioner; she felt how despite of her attempts, she didnt sense the same satisfaction as before while torturing. Terribly annoyed, she let fall the sophisticated knife, and immediately took out her sword ending with the remaining less life of the first man, finishin rapidly with the seconds, through a pair of deadful attacks.

She stopped abruptly again, controlling her inner self by breathing deeply to calm down, puzzled by her actions and reactions.

She quickly glanced at Veer, it was his turn, she tried to mask her statement, constantly repeating to her mind that finally, the most awaited moment had come. She had infront of her the opportunity of finishing with her only ever weakness, the only thing wich made her think twice before checking a new weapons calibre with someone.

She looked at him again, he was still with the sight on the floor, probably thinking about his family, his friends, his loved ones...

She grunted softly yet furiously and deviated her eyes from him rapidly. How could she even think on the consequences...

Wanting to end this as soon as possible, she went in front of him.

Veer looked up slowly and raised his eyebrows with a slight smile on his face wich gave him an air of carefree and confidence.

Though briefly shaking inside, Shera kept with her coldness and frowned irritated on his singular nature, immediately giving him another punch.

Veer responsed turning to her with an angry expression, and thus, her rage encreased, starting to hit him incessantly, letting her feelings to flow through her blows, punchs, slaps, kicks, attacks with no scruples, wich helped her in having some blind relief while he tried few faint little attempts of self-defence, still tied among the ropes.

After several moments of violence, Veer couldnt resist more and fell on the sand, breathless and barely conscious. She held his head up by his sweaty hair.

Seeing his devastated appearance, a confused sensation took form somewhere in her...

Maybe, it wasnt that, about her theory, her capacity didnt depend on a simple black cloth. Maybe, it was some people, a person, specifically the younger prince of Aryanagar, on wich depended the two sides of her personality...

But why? Because of his presence only, or was there something more...