The day started off great.  It would be the best day of any Natasha's life.  The day she would make some man a wonderful wife.  Admiring herself in the mirror and wondering what could make the day any better, she rememberd that nothing could.  She was marring the man of her dreams and nothing would ever top that.

The dress was made of a beautiful foreign silk.  Only the best of the best could afford it.  Her family never really had much so to find herself a wealthy man, meant everything.  Not only was he wealthy though, Natasha was so deeply in love.  The day she had dreamed about her whole life had finally arrived and everything was going to be perfect.

A knock arose on the door.  When asking who it was she recieved no answer.  A few seconds passed and a man with a black hood covering his face arrived in the room.  Once Natasha noticed the man through the mirror she quickly spun around and began to scream.  With no time to react the knife lunged into her now blood stained dress.  The only able thing to excape her mouth was the quietest breat asking why?

The man dropped the hood back to reveal himself to her.  It was the last thing anyone would ever expect.  To die on your wedding day by the one man you thought you could always trust.  The man you were going to marry.