Scarlett Nights

Chapter One:

The night was pitch black, so that you could hardly see your own hand in front of your eyes. The cold air, making your body and mind numb. For an assassin, this was perfect weather.

Sliding down from her perch atop a roof on the other side of her mark's street, she followed him on footsteps that were not exactly silent. Her heels clacking against the paved street immediately drew the attention of a certain man.

"Wh-who are you!" He asked fearfully, panic filling his voice.

Our assassin smiled, and leaned against the lamppost, revealing herself in the light. Pale skin, covered only by a midnight black corset trimmed with crimson red lace, a long black skirt with a slit up one side to the top of her thigh, and long black silk gloves. Her hair was blood red, and flowed down her back in soft waves. As one has come to expect from such a hair color, her eyes were a piercing green.

Blood rushed to the man's face. Never before had he seen such a beautiful creature. Relaxing, he took a slicked back his greasy hair and leered at her. "Is there anything I can do for you miss? I am a judge you know. Provided certain…. Payment… I could do almost anything for a girl like you."

The woman smiled, a convincing light of hope filling her eyes. Sauntering forward, she wrapped her gloved hands around the judge. "Really? You could do that for someone like me?"

The judge laughed and rubs circles on her hips. "For you my dear, I can do anything."

"Anything Judge McCoy?" She purred into his ear.

The judge shivered, and then stilled. "How do you know my name?" He asked.

Pulling back, our assassin pouted. "How could I notknow your name? You're very famous in my world…"

Judge McCoy chuckled nervously. "A-And what world would that be my dear?"

Silence filled the space between them for a moment, before he felt a blade against his throat. Hardening her eyes and smiled wickedly, she finally responded. "The world of the good my dear Judge McCoy… The world of Shibusen." With that, she quickly slit his throat and dropped him to the ground.

"Your name…" He sputtered, blood bubbling from his mouth and throat. "A-At least tell me your name…"

The assassin smiled, and stepped back into the shadows. "You can call me Mistress Rose…"