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The girl couldn't have been more than thirteen. Her brown eyes flashed dangerously, and her black hair was in a tight braid down to her waist. Her red lips curled into a smirk as she held out her dagger, pointing it towards the man's heart. She seemed to give off a predatory aura, the kind that would make people tremble under just one glare.
This man was indeed trembling as he stared into Regina's eyes. He had a large potbelly that stretched his green tunic to the brink, the seams so tight that they might just pop. He had a weak chin and watery green eyes that were filled with fear. Why did he have to be the last one to clean up his little booth? The sun was almost setting, and no one was around to help him. If he cried out, the little girl might just stab him.
"Give me the fruit," Regina demanded.
"Of course, of course! Take it all!"
This man was very easy, thought Regina as she ran away from the man's booth, a large basket of fruit in tow. She wasn't going to stab the man of course, but Regina was an amazing actress, so her victims needn't know that.
As Regina reached a tree far away from the man's booth, she sat down and leaned against the cool bark. She stuck her hand inside of the basket of fruit and retrieved an apple. She bit into the juicy skin and sighed. Another day's work complete. Pleased with herself, Regina closed her eyes and held tight to her dagger and basket, and fell asleep despite the winter winds.
Woosh.
Regina's eyes flyed open. It was still night; the moon was at its highest point in the sky. Regina stood up and held out her dagger, glaring at the trees, waiting for the source of the noise to show itself.
Whoosh.
An arrow flew above Regina's head and wedged itself in the bark of her tree.
"Crap," Regina muttered.
"Is that how you greet an old friend?"
"We're not friends!" Regina called to the trees.
The voice gasped. "How dare you!" it teased.
Regina scowled. "Show yourself!"
"If I must."
A boy entered the field through the trees. He had hazel-colored hair and blue eyes that seemed to pierce the soul. He could make any girl swoon and beg for his affections. That is, any girl but Regina.
"What do you want, Robin?" Regina growled. "And where's your little entourage?"
A collection of giggle sounded from the trees behind Robin. "Come out, boys."
Two boys walked out of the trees. One of them was tall and lanky, with black hair and sneaky brown eyes. The second was huge, with a mane of brown hair and twinkling brown eyes.
"What do you want, Robin?!" Regina demanded again.
"Well, I see that you have acquired some food," Robin began.
Regina stepped in front of her basket. "No way," she answered. You are not taking this."
"Take it?" Robin mocked offense. "I would never steal from a lady."
Regina scowled again.
"I merely wish to share with you. You see, John and Will and I haven't eaten in two days."
John and Will nodded.
"I was just hoping that we could eat the food together, as equals." Robin finished with a charming smile.
Regina faltered. She wasn't a monster; she wouldn't want Robin to starve. However, Robin and his little friends had been stealing half of Regina's targets for the past few years. Quite frankly, she hated Robin and his fake charming demeanor that wasn't fake at all.
"Ugh. Fine."
Regina took out three apples and tossed one to each of the boys.
"Now will you leave me alone?"
Robin smiled. "Of course, m'lady."
"I'm not your lady!" Regina called after the boys as they retreated back into the forest.
Sighing, Regina laid back down against her tree. Oh, that Robin. She would get revenge on him one day. Perhaps, maybe even sooner than that. . . .
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