Her cuore froze as she recognized the two males coming towards her. Just perfect! I don't want this. Not now; not ever! She turned on her heels and headed quickly in the other direction. She could feel them, their eyes on her, their mouths probably drooling. She shuddered and headed down an alley, knowing they would follow her. And when they rounded the corner, she pointed her pistole at their heads.
“Speak fast. Silver bullets. Now.”
One of them smiled while the other answered.
“We were sent to find you. He is...in need of your presence.”
“Tell him I want no part of it.”
“He suspected as much.”
“But your family won't be used this time,” the other said.
She raised an eyebrow. They smirked and one liked his fingers. She froze for half a secondo at the realization before gunshots sounded. Anger and grief flooded her senses and she looked at them.
“Tell him this. He broke our agreement. For that, I will hunt him till I can kill him.”
She walked off again, leaving them there. Her cuore was beating fast and her head wouldn't clear. She entered a phone booth and dialed a number. She heard the ringing.
“Mommy....daddy.....pick up.”
The phone continued ringing. Her cuore skipped a beat when she got voice mail. She hung up, leaning against the glass helplessly. Her eyes closed tightly. She forced back the tears, a few escaping. You can't cry. You're in the middle of war now. Emotions later. She took a deep breath and walked out. She looked around before hot wiring the nearest motorbike.
She had to get to the south side of Happy Harbor before the sun set. She rode off, mind reeling with options and strategies. She hadn't been trained for war. She had been trained to succeed. And she was going to win if it was her last breath. And it very well could be. The sun was high in the sky da the time she arrived. She shut off the motor and looked around.
“Nice neighborhood. Won't have to worry about police in this dump.”
“What's the matter girl? Lost are we?”
She whipped around to see that two girls had shown up. Her pistole came back out, aimed and ready.
“What is it now? Speak fast.”
“He seeks you.”
“Tell him I'm away.”
“For how long?”
“For good.”
“I warn you. te have upset many.”
“Good. What can he take away that I still have?”
The two were silent, exchanging a glance. The older one turned.
“Expect him tonight.”
She scowled and fired her guns. She slipped them back into place as she entered the building and headed up several flights of stairs. Before she could knock, the door was opened to let her in.
“Quite an entrance there.”
“Silver won't hurt them. Just foca, guarnizione their powers.”
“Still. What do te need?”
“An angel.”
“I believe she's out.”
“Emergency.”
“In that case, she'll be with te soon.”
“Speak fast. Silver bullets. Now.”
One of them smiled while the other answered.
“We were sent to find you. He is...in need of your presence.”
“Tell him I want no part of it.”
“He suspected as much.”
“But your family won't be used this time,” the other said.
She raised an eyebrow. They smirked and one liked his fingers. She froze for half a secondo at the realization before gunshots sounded. Anger and grief flooded her senses and she looked at them.
“Tell him this. He broke our agreement. For that, I will hunt him till I can kill him.”
She walked off again, leaving them there. Her cuore was beating fast and her head wouldn't clear. She entered a phone booth and dialed a number. She heard the ringing.
“Mommy....daddy.....pick up.”
The phone continued ringing. Her cuore skipped a beat when she got voice mail. She hung up, leaning against the glass helplessly. Her eyes closed tightly. She forced back the tears, a few escaping. You can't cry. You're in the middle of war now. Emotions later. She took a deep breath and walked out. She looked around before hot wiring the nearest motorbike.
She had to get to the south side of Happy Harbor before the sun set. She rode off, mind reeling with options and strategies. She hadn't been trained for war. She had been trained to succeed. And she was going to win if it was her last breath. And it very well could be. The sun was high in the sky da the time she arrived. She shut off the motor and looked around.
“Nice neighborhood. Won't have to worry about police in this dump.”
“What's the matter girl? Lost are we?”
She whipped around to see that two girls had shown up. Her pistole came back out, aimed and ready.
“What is it now? Speak fast.”
“He seeks you.”
“Tell him I'm away.”
“For how long?”
“For good.”
“I warn you. te have upset many.”
“Good. What can he take away that I still have?”
The two were silent, exchanging a glance. The older one turned.
“Expect him tonight.”
She scowled and fired her guns. She slipped them back into place as she entered the building and headed up several flights of stairs. Before she could knock, the door was opened to let her in.
“Quite an entrance there.”
“Silver won't hurt them. Just foca, guarnizione their powers.”
“Still. What do te need?”
“An angel.”
“I believe she's out.”
“Emergency.”
“In that case, she'll be with te soon.”
Hint hint
Alias: unknown.
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Appearance: long blonde hair and brown eyes, hair usually worn in braid o up (ponytail, bun)
Personality: she was stubborn and always thought she could do things on her own. she was Ribelle - The Brave on the outside but was scared but never let anyone see it. She was never the one to smile so easily and be at ease. And she was never someone who Lost without a fight.
Powers/Abilities: she doesn't have any powers but combat and sword skills.
Weapons: a single sword.
Past: died in a break out gone wrong.
Others: she wasn't someone to let people into her life. But she cared if someone were sad o upset.
When his hair was brown
A Goatrider
Caitlyn
