REVIEWS:

Guest:
"Keep up the work, the story sounds fantastic, update soon but take your time don't rush"

Thank you for the review. Once I begin writing it's hard for me to stop unless I hit a wall. Chapters 9-11 will be posted soon. So please keep the reviews coming and let me know if I should continue. :)


Darkness...eternal nothingness...it's cold...how'd it end up like this? It was a simple assingment just like the ones before. And now...

:::FLASHBACK:::

New York City, 2015.

Walking through a night club, her eyes scan the mass of moving bodies, her ears filled with the booming sounds of music as she makes her way through the crowd. Finding a dark corner, she continues to observe her surroundings, looking for the one she was sent here to find.

"Your target is this man, he has racked up a body count of 15. He is said to be a dangerous member of the Brimrose clan, be cautious."

The man she was shown is one of mid 20's with a dragon tattoo running along his right arm. *Sigh* Finding him in this crowd isn't going to be easy. After waiting for several minutes she finally spots him on the other side of the room. He's talking to one of the many women who occupy this place. She's blushing and eating up every word he says.

"Tsk. How disgusting."

Keeping an eye on the two of them, watching as they go out through one of the many back entrances. Keeping her distance from them she follows them into, Central Park watching as they take a seat on a nearby bench that looks out over the river. Hiding behind the shadow of a tree, she waits for the other couples who are either on a date or taking a night time stroll to leave. He leans in closer to the woman, his eyes flashing red. 3 More couples roam around the park, but can she really wait for them to leave? That woman will be dead by that time and she can't take any chances. His face draws closer to the woman's neck, 2 more couples. Closer and closer, opening his mouth to reveal sharp fangs...I can't wait any longer, he'll kill her.

Grabbing the Sais from the holster strapped against her back, she rushes towards them, spinning her silver twin Sais against the palms of her hands once before gripping them tightly. Using her momentum, she leaps up, her body twisting to the right slightly. He senses her and looks up, eyes widening in surprise. He goes to dodge her attack but it's too late, she's on top of him, the Sai in her left hand lunges deep into his chest causing him to scream out in pain. She leans down and whispers an ancient prayer into his ear before sitting back up and slashing the other Sai across his throat. A faint blue glow emits from her weapons for a split second before fading away.

Standing up, she wipes the blood off her weapons, places them back into the holster then looks back over her shoulder to the woman. She's looks back frightened, holding the side of her neck.

"Go."

Is all it takes for the woman to scramble up onto her feet and run away in fear. Sighing, she walks over to the bridge that crosses over the river and stops in the middle of it. Looking over the side, she folds her arms and places them against the rail looking out over the river. She thinks back on everything that has happened up to this point in her life. How she was loved by her mother and father, famous members of their order, Evil's Bane. She was raised to be one of them, she was raised to be the successor of her parents legacy. When she was born, she bared what her order calls "The Mark" and as she grew her hair took on streaks of blood red naturally. Remembering this she looks down to stare at her own reflection.

She wasn't pale, nor was she tan either, she was somewhere in between those. Her eyes were a slight almond shape and the color was a sharp hazel green. She had red heart shaped lips, slender nose and a somewhat round face shape, and her hair was raven black that came down to her waist. And of course the blood red streaks running through her hair. She wares a black leather outfit that hugs the contours of her hourglass figure perfectly, consisting of a corset over top a black silk type tank top, black leather pants and boots that come halfway up her shin, and to top it all off is a black leather trench coat. (Like, Kate Beckinsale in Underworld. Such a badass.)

Looking up to the sky she smiles, remembering all that she has done to get this far.

"You are a special child, Christine. You will bring peace not only to this order but to all of mankind."

The secret order, Evils Bane are hunters of the night, vanquishing all evil that lurks within the shadows, unknown to the human race. Demons, Vampires, Lycans...we hunt down and destroy them all. We are told from a very young age that this is the only way to return peace and restore balance back to the world. But sometimes she questions it all. Is that what we're really doing? For is there not light without dark? Good without evil? And even if these beings we hunt are a creation of evil, if they do not wish to kill are they truly still evil? Do they really deserve death? All these questions and no answers. We are trained not to question but to follow every order we are given to the letter.

"You must train hard, Christine. Make your parents proud. Never question our orders, for what we do is for the good of mankind as a whole."

So she did what she was told. She trained hard every day since she was a child to the point she nearly killed herself in the process. Never questioning what they did or why they did it. She is the youngest member of the order to be fully recognized as a true hunter. Becoming one of the strongest, fastest, and sharpest members of their time. She is, Christine Markov, daughter of James and Fionna Markov and she will make them proud.

As she is lost in her thoughts, she hears the faint sound of metal piercing flesh and feels a burning sensation through her back. Confused she looks down and sees the tip of a blade sticking out through the front of her torso, raising a hand to the tip but is suddenly gripped by the back of her neck and lifted up into the air. A sinister voice whispers in her ear.

"For the lives of my kind that you have taken."

Her eyes widen in recognition, knowing now the reason she wasn't able to sense him.

"Maliky."

As his name leaves her trembling and blood stained lips, he throws her into the river like a rag doll.

It hurts...the water rushing through her lungs brings her extrutiating pain...it's getting dark...it's cold...mother...father...I am sorry I couldn't become the daughter you always wished to have...I'm sorry I wasn't stronger...I miss and love you both...Goodbye. Closing her eyes, she surrenders herself to the icy embrace of death.

:::END OF FLASHBACK:::