She walked quietly and unseen through the place, hiding in the shadows as always. She held her trusted knives, one in each hand, ready to strike at any time if necessary. And it would be necessary. It was always necessary. It was never a question of if, how or when. It was only a question of how many.
She turned a corner and instantly pressed herself up against the container she had just rounded. Ahead of her three hooded figures were walking. They didn't seem as guards though. They seemed like they were trying to stay hidden in the darkness like her.
Quietly she made her way up to the figure walking furthest behind. It was the smallest of the three and also the one closest to her. She grabbed the shoulders of him and pushed him up against the container. She held up her right hand, pressing the knife against his throat, while she silently shushed him with a finger against her lips.
He looked at her, taking in her black outfit and the black mask that covered half her head, from her nose and up over her head, only her eyes were visible on that half. On her back her hair hang out under the mask, braided as always so it wouldn't annoy her when she was fighting.
"Black ghost," he said and smirked.
He leaned his head up and she saw his eyes glistening through the darkness. Despite the knife he still reached his hand up to pull his hood down, revealing the mask that kept his mouth and nose hidden. She sighed at the sight of the black mask with the white image of teeth, fangs, like a mad dog. He was one of the hounds.
"The Shield," she said.
"So you've heard of us, love," someone said next to her.
She felt a gun point at her temple and she turned her head just a bit to see a guy in a similar mask with shorter hair than the one she held up against the container.
"Better let him go," the man with the gun continued.
"Alright," she said as calmly as she could.
She pulled the knife away and held up her hands to show she was no threat to them. He removed the gun as well and even though she couldn't actually see his mouth for the mask, she just knew he was smirking. Probably proud because he had won the little battle.
"I would appreciate it if you guys got lost," she said.
"Why?" The third man appeared.
"Because Sami is my target," she said.
"Not if we get to him first, love," the gun-happy man said.
"Guns are too loud. If you go shooting your way through this place, he'll escape before you even reach him," she said.
"Guess we'll see about that," he chuckled.
The three men suddenly took off running, leaving her stunned behind.
"Fuck!" She muttered and took off as well.
She ran through the maze of containers, trying to figure out the best way to go about it, when gunshots were suddenly heard followed by a bunch of men shouting. She growled lowly, knowing they had just messed up everything, and she ran towards the sounds. As she ran out in the open, the man she had held her knife up against was running towards her. Behind him another man stepped out and raised his hand with a gun. She raised her hand with a knife in it.
"Get down!" She shouted.
He immetiately threw himself to the ground, watching as she threw the knife through the air. He turned around on the ground to see a man sink down. She jumped over him as she ran to the corpse to pull out the knife of the forehead.
"I told you guns were a bad idea!" She hissed as she walked back to him.
He jumped to his feet, grabbed her top and pulled her quickly in behind a container just as gunshots were fired in the direction where they had just been standing. He still had his hands on her and again she could feel a smirk hidden behind a mask even though it was a different man this time.
"Guess we're even now, ghost lady," he giggled.
"Black ghost," she corrected him.
"I know, I know. Let's cut the formalities. I'm Seth," he said.
"Black ghost," she just said again.
Another line of shots were heard and then silence.
"Seth!" Someone shouted.
"Down here, Dean!" He shouted back.
"Seth and Dean," she said. "And the third one?"
"Roman," he answered. "Are you gonna give me your name now?"
"Maybe if I get my target," she answered.
She gave him a sideways smile before pushing him away and taking off again. He too took off in the direction of where Dean was. It seemed as if it was a challenge to them all to see who could get to Sami first.
She was fast but the guys were faster. She chased them through the place, seeing how they outran her and got to the room faster than her. As she stormed inside the room, she bumbed straight up into one of the larger men, Roman, and she stepped back. They all looked at the open window and saw Sami run towards a car outside.
"God damn it!" She yelled. "You and your stupid guns!"
"It's not our fault," Dean tried.
"I would have had him if it hadn't been for you!" She yelled.
"There's still time," Seth said and ran towards the window.
He was quick to climb out of it and Roman and Dean followed fast. She watched as they ran towards their own car, ready to give chase as Sami sped away in his own car. It was in that second a gunshot was heard and she hissed at the pain and grabbed her shoulder. The bullet had just scraped her but it had still drawn blood and it hurt like hell.
She turned around to see a man in the process of reloading his gun. Voices were shouting and she knew more men were coming. Thinking fast she ran to the window and started climbing out of it.
"Ghost!" Seth yelled.
She looked up to see him standing up through the sunroof of their car, leaning out as far as he could, reaching his hand out as Roman drove towards her. She reached up, her hand locking with Seth's, and he pulled her up on the car. She dumped through the sunroof, landing on the back seat, and Roman sped away fast.
"Damn it, we lost him!" Dean growled before turning in the passenger seat to look at her. "Because we had to save you, love."
"If you hadn't brought in the guns in the first place, no one would have needed saving," she said.
"Enough!" Seth yelled. "Let me see."
He moved closer to look at her shoulder.
"It's just a flesh wound. I'll live," she said. "But... ehm... thanks and all. For the saving, I mean."
"Don't mention it," Roman said from the front seat. "So where can we take you?"
"Just drop me off wherever. I'll find my way home," she said.
"What? No secret lair to show us?" Dean asked jokingly.
"It wouldn't be secret anymore if I showed you," she joked back.
"Touché," he chuckled.
They drove for a while until Roman finally pulled into a dark parking lot.
"Thanks," she said again before opening the car door. "Ehm... quick question."
"Shoot," Seth said.
"Why didn't you just open the door and pull me through that?" She asked.
"The entire car is bulletproof. In case they were shooting, at least none of us would be hit," he answered.
"Makes sense," she said. "Anyway, thanks again."
She stepped out of the car but before she could close it, Seth leaned over to look up at her.
"Come on, ghost, give me your name," he said.
"Sure. Take off your mask," she said.
"Maybe another time," he said.
"Yeah, maybe another time," she said with a smile.
She closed the door and started running. They tried seeing where she was heading but she was quickly swallowed by the darkness, moving as the black ghost she was known to be. They had no idea who she was but they had a strange feeling they would meet her again.