She walked down the dark, grungy road to her father's office. This place, The Nest, is where she usually visits her father after school. It was windy, she pulled the collar of her jacket up to the sides of her face as her dirty blonde hair blew freely in the wind. she approached the tall, dark, building, as she was going to open the door she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around slowly and was face-to-face with the man (well...more like she had to tilt her head up to see his face). He didn't look the type to be wandering around here, he looked more like he belonged to Scotland Yard, he was wearing a suit (an ugly, mismatched one...) and had blonde, slicked back hair, but there was a mysterious almost dangerous air about him...like he would kill her if she made a wrong move…

"Who are you, why are you here?" He asked her.

"I don't even know you, why should I tell you?"

The stranger crossed his arms, "you're trespassing, tell me your name or else."

The girl rolled her eyes at the man's "threat" and turned away from the man, reaching for her knife in case he tried anything.

"I have a reason to be here, and again I'm not telling you my name so back off," she responded over her shoulder.

He grabbed her shoulder to turn her around, "don't get smart with me, tell me your name and why your here."

Now starting to internally panic, the girl pushed the man in front of her and pulled her knife out of her coat pocket, "why should I! I don't know you dammit!" It was unlike her to get scared so easily, her sudden panic making her angry.

He stumbled backwards, losing any patience he had left. He quickly reached for his pistol, "I gave you a chance but I guess your just too stubborn."

"What! No!" She turned and started running, "what the hell is wrong with him, he's a freaking psycho!" She thought to herself. If only she had started running sooner...

The gun went off twice, one bullet to the right shoulder, the other to the center of her back.

"Ah!" She fell to the ground, gripping her shoulder, a searing pain overtaking her. She could hear slow footsteps, she tried moving to defend herself but the pain kept her in place on the ground. All she could do is stare at the man walking towards her, gun pointed right to her face...

Before he could pull the trigger he was tackled, she couldn't figure out who as her vision was going out.

Girl's POV

I can hear voices, I can't tell whose voices they are but one almost sounds exactly like Rook's. I can feel the blood coming out of my shoulders and back, slowly pooling around me. I can barely keep my eyes open...I'm so scared...I don't want to die...but everything is...fading...help me...

Here we are! I'm quite happy with this revision even though this chapter is still short. Remember to follow my Tumblr, (link in my bio) to read fanfics before they come out and for if you have any requests or questions! I got the idea to post stories on Tumblr from Samcybercat's Tumblr, credit for the idea goes to her!