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Walking down the streets of Brooklyn was a little girl of only 7 years old who was looking cautiously at the people around her. She had black wavy hair that reached to the middle of her back, and numerous scars and bruises all over her body. She had nothing on but dirty rags and a golden necklace with a sword pendant. While fiddling with her necklace, her cerulean orbs were calmly looking for a person to be her victim. "I can do this," she thought; "in fact I have done this many time before," she told herself, trying to erase the guilt and shame brought by thinking of what she was going to do.
Carefully, she crept right next an innocent young woman, who was completely adorned by jewelry, and quickly took the purse which was sticking from the woman's bag. The woman didn't even notice the little child. Her rags shuffled as she swiftly ran away from the woman, clutching the purse while grinning as wide as possible. "Another success," the child thought.
She stopped behind a building and took out the contents of the purse, smiling when she saw the large amount of money inside. "This is great! Dad won't beat me up today," she thought while placing the money inside a hidden pocket in her clothes.
Driven by the vigor of her success, she confidently walked to the main street and looked for another person to steal from. A bunch of policemen ran past her and she saw the same woman she stole from shouting at a police officer to find her missing purse while mentioning how useless the cops were.
One policeman stopped in front of her and asked, "Did you see someone running with a pink purse around here?" "Oh sir, I would gladly tell you what I know for a small sum," she said while smiling as innocently as possible.
The cop looked at her with exasperation and then gave her 1 euro and she answered, "I saw a man in shady clothes running towards the north." The cop ran towards the direction she was pointing. "Now that they are gone, let's get back to work," she thought.
She saw a young man with silver hair with a screw in his head. He was wearing a lab coat, but the most important detail that she noticed was his wallet that was sticking out of his pocket. The man looked really shady but she didn't see other easier targets.
"Maybe I shouldn't do this," she thought for she had been to jail once and it was one of the scariest event of her life; being locked up and stripped of what little freedom she had. "Besides I already got a lot of money from the woman earlier," she thought.
However she crept up the young man as inconspicuously as possible thinking that she might need more money to convince her dad not to beat her up. She reached for the wallet, but the silver-haired man turned and grabbed her hand. She was caught unaware while trying to steal the man's wallet.
Her eyes widened and fear crawled into her heart when she saw the scar that ran across the man's face. She can't help but think, "I stole from the wrong person." "What do we have here?" the man said as he looked at her with eyes that seemed to see right through her soul and a devilish smile.
She tried to pull away but his grip was really strong, so she did only thing she could think of; she bit his hand as hard as she could. The man pulled away and held his hand in pain and the little girl took this chance to run away. "Feisty, isn't she? She would be a great person to experiment on and study," he said then his face showed a confused expression. "But her soul….. I have to find her and research about it," he thought as he walked to direction the little girl went. He held his bitten hand then winced. "She sure could bite hard," he chuckled.
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