a/n: So, personally, I think this is my best. I absolutely love it!
The Meeting
I lay on my stomach on top of an old dilapidated building, holding my Morgan James false muzzle rifle out in front of me.
I zoomed in, targetting the unsuspecting black haired man. I pulled the trigger, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction wash over me.
He fell to the ground, screaming out in pain. Oh, cut the dramatic shit out, I thought.
My vision blurred, and I was seeing the future.
A black-haired man approached where I lay on the building, S&W revolver in hand. He was trying to be quiet so i wouldn't notice him. But of course, no one knew I had visions.
The present came back to me, and I flipped onto my back and jumped up just in time to see the black-haired man enter from the roof door. I could tell he wasn't expecting this. I quickly pulled out my favorite sword, an 1860 saber, and stabbed him with it. He screamed, and I took out my LeMat revolver and shot him twice, once in the leg, and once in the hand. He fell onto the hard-packed roof.
I layed back onto my stomach, looking down. i saw a large man, wearing and army hate. he was walking towards another person, getting ready to shoot him. I took my rifle back out, and shot the army-hat dude. The other person looked up and mouthed a silent "Thank you" to me. I nodded, but wasn't sure if he saw.
I got up from my stomach and wlked towards the roof door. Another person. I saw someone one the other side of the door, waiting for me to walk out, so he could kill me.
Can't kill me, I thought.
I kicked the door open, powerfully, if I do say so myself. He fell to the floor, about an inch from the stairs. I wanted to see him fall down them.
I knelt next to him, staring into his dark eyes. "That's what you get," I whispered, and shoved my sword into his chest, very close to his heart, twisting it for more effect. "For underestimating me," I finished. I took the sword out of his now bleeding chest, smiled at his limp form, and walked bak to headquarters.
"Miss Brandon." Aro greeted me.
"Aro." I said.
"Saw you out there." He tapped one of the multiple cameras. "Nice job, for a lady."
Sexist jerk, I thought.
"I'm not the only 'lady' out there."
"Oh, I know."
Irkball.
"Bye Aro."
"Miss Brandon, wait. i need you to bring this to the Confederates' headquarters, and give it to Marcus."
I took the parcel from him and headed to the other side of the fighting field, as I like to call it, killing 2 guys and a girl on the way.
I walked into their HQ, and nearly dropped the parcel.
He stood, tall and brooding, angainst the east wall. His hair was golden and messy, his nose was straight, his jaw was strong, ears red from the cold. He had bright hazel green eyes, and red lips. I could see his broad muscles through his brown army vest and dark green t-shirt.
Major Jasper Whitlock.
a/n: How'd I do? Commentary's welcome!