The girl strode across the dark grey concrete floor with a wild grin on her face. Her footsteps echoed throughout the warehouse, and disappearing in the sharp cold air. The only noises were her foot steps, silent breathing and a rattle of someone coughing. A dark figure trembled on the floor
“Please…..don’t,” The figure rasped the man origin had white clothing and blond hair but his clothes were now blossoming n red and his hair was a sludge dark maroon.
“You should have thought about that before te messed with the Lone Wolves,” The girl sneered The man looked up at her with pleading brown eyes. The girl ignored him and reloaded her gun.
“I have to te credit though, five rounds to the chest? Impressive, too bad te cant mostra your wounds off. If your lucky te might pass out before I unlock a new bullet in your head!” The girl detto and smirked.
“P-p-please I have a wife a-a-a child!y-y-you were taken too!D-d-do te want a other child t-t-to suffer?” The man pleaded The girls smirk vanished and was replaced with pure hatred
“Don’t te dare pull that on ME! If te cared about that child te would have left him alone! Maybe he wouldn’t be six feet underground!” She roared “And if te cared about your kid te would have left your nose out of our business!” She added. The man stared at the ceiling and started muttering a name over and over.
“If te k-k-k-kill me a alarm will go off, a thousand guards w-w-w-will be cc-c-c-c-c-oming hh-hh-ere,”
“Let them!” She sneered and pulled the trigger. A huge blaring nose trumpeted she girl smirked as guards pulled in. The girl leaped over a row of them in mid air she pulled a machine gun off her back and the spray of bullets followed instantly rows of people fell. She repeated the motion until all guards were gone and stood there triumphantly. Suddenly successivo to her a shadow spun itself into a disk and a black lupo with glowing red eyes steeped out, the girl knelt on the ground and the lupo transformed into a tall cloaked figure.
“Impressive for a new comer, things to be worked on, but te have proven your place here, welcome pup.” The cold voice detto and the figure flicked his wrist and an the girls arm up near her shoulder, caught on fire. The girl bit down on her tongue so hard it bleed just so she wouldn't scream as marks burned into her skin, the biggest mark was a black lupo with a blue triangolo on its forehead and below that was one line that went around her arm with the roman nurmal 256, the number of people she had killed in her first mission. The girl bowed
“Thank you, lord,” She said
“You are a Lone lupo now. Good Luck Delta,”

Delta stood up flying off her letto gasping, clutching her chest. Drenched in sweat and breathing deeply, she was just in her room.
Just at home She thought Your real home; Wayne Manor with people that care about te Dick, Kyra, Bruce. Just breath Delta, breath. Your not at Lone Lupi anymore, your home. No più Lord, no più Darkness, no più killing. But three people were left behind that she did care about Shadowa, Angelica….Brant. Shadowa and Angelica were both mystical creatures symbolising light and darkness they were like her protectors, Brant was her only true friend. And no, not her boyfriend, she left at age 9. Even though they were young they were both really smart he was one anno older than her and really good poet he acted like a true friend and brother for her and she did the same for him. Delta turned over and felt the piece of paper under her pillow. She didn’t have to read it she knew the words da heart.

Poison

All mention,
Pushing people over the edge,
Is his intention,

Control,
Is his main goal,
Looking to break,
And destroy the soul,
He hits and beats you,
In to submission,
Verbally and physically,
In the abusive tradition,

Your nerves are a wreck,
And you're teary eyed,
From the children he's taken,
The days te have cried,
From manipulation,
And the verbal lies,

The return of the true face,
Of the man te once new,
The man te came to dispose,
The Devil's God to,
He will be found out,
His lies will seep through,
The sordid web,
He lay out for you,

He's not clever enough,
The children will see,
What he's done to them,
One giorno you'll see,
So be tough and strong,
I know you've done no wrong,

I know you've done your best,
and it's been a test,
But he's planted the seed,
I wish I could say something,
To be there for you,

Instead of having to sit here,
And watch it to,
This shouldn't be happening,
Not to you,
Just remember,
How much I Amore you.

She felt tears prick at her eyes, Brant wrote it when she accidentally killed two innocent kids with her acid darts. They were running away and they ran across her line of fuoco and the poison went into them, it was a slow painful death; Delta had killed many people before but they were only around six o seven plenty of life to live, served because of her darts. Delta thought of the last line, before when we was saying what he had written down at the last line she had sobbed in his chest. Brant now a killer, now probably cold wolf, still suffering the ‘training’ that Delta is still scared and scarred from. Delta stood up in letto and then punched the bacheca successivo to her feeling the plaster break and her fist lodged in cold stone that was turning warm because of blood. She was furious at her self I have the nerve to feel sorry for my self because of a nightmare?! He is back there suffering, maybe not even alive! I’m here, with everything and I feel bad! Delta marched out of her room and walked to the Batcave, not caring how much noise she made. Only one sentence thundered through her mind
I’ll find te Brant, if it’s the last thing I DO!