Shadow Of The Wolf
Chapter 1 - The Assassination
Somewhere in New York City
"So, what happens now? Do we engage in the requisite small talk or do we get straight down to business?"
"I was never one for chitchat, so how 'bout we get straight down to business?"
"Very well then, you do have more experience in these matters than I do. Would you prefer I stay here and just take it or would you rather I was more active in the exchange?"
"You know you're only delaying the inevitable?"
"That maybe but a man will do anyth-"
The deep voice was cut off abruptly by the wet sound of metal impacting with flesh.
Stepping out of the shadows the owner of the second voice approached the now dying man. Crouching down she pulled the dagger out of his back, before rolling him over so she could see his face.
Looking at the craggy face, now darkened with pain, she shook her head.
"See what happens when you try to distract an assassin? They'll do anything to get you to shut up so they can finish the job, that means that they get sloppy and miss."
Looking into the face above him the man managed to gasp out, "W-w-who are you?"
With a cold smile gracing her thin lips the assassin replied, "They call me Aurora."
Then, before the man's eyes could so much as widen in shock at the name of the infamous assassin she had reached out and swiftly cut his throat.
After cleaning the blade on the man's still clean pants she stood up, being careful of the spreading pool of blood, and quickly erased all signs that she had ever been there. The only sign she left was the symbol of a sun with a crescent moon inside carved into the dead man's chest with the letter opener that had been on the desk.
Leaving the house as quietly as she had entered the small woman disappeared into the shadows of early dawn.
Less than two hours later sirens could be heard fast approaching the house she had just left.
By lunchtime of the same day word had spread; Aurora had struck again.
Boston, Massachusetts
"Shit!"
"What's wrong, Kyra?"
"Pack your bags Mitchells, we're headin' to New York City."
"Another mutant."
Without looking from the tv to the big man next to her, Kyra nodded her head.
Sighing Mitchells turned to grab the small travelling bag he had been living out of before turning back to the small red haired girl who had also grabbed a small travelling bag.
Both left the room and, after tying their bags on the back, jumped onto the two motorcycles sitting just outside.
Turning them they began the trek to New York City and the assassin known as Aurora.
A/N: Another fic and another O/C. This chapter got kinda choppy once I got to the Kyra part but that's what happens when ya write somethin at 1:15 in tha mornin and yer muse isn't sufferin insomnia as well.
Anyway please review 'coz if ya don't I hav no idea whether ya like tha story or not and whether anythin' needs fixin'.
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