She trudged down the street, her green eyes glisening in the moonlight. Strapped to the small of her back was her scorpion machine pistol, with thirty rounds already loaded in it. She was lethal and pissed.
With a smirk, she uttered softly,
"Those fucking Saints will come running once I'm done."
Her knee high leather boots clicked dangerously with ever step closer she took towards her unaware victims. The mysterous girl was clad in a full body, skin tight leather suit. It was ink black and held many small throwing knives no larger than her middle finger. A deadly black overcoat, that was at least four sizes too big for her petite five foot four figure, hung loosely from her shoulders. Her hair, however, stuck out like a sore thumb. It was as red as dancing flames at a campfire and it cascaded in tight curls down her back. Her, almost sickly, pale skin shone brightly from the reflection of the waxing gibious moon.
Conner. This name was the name of the Saint that haunted her every thought, dream, desire, and action. Her expressionless face quickly turned into a ridged scowl.
She slammed her fist against an old worn out boat warehouse.
"How could he make a fool of me?! ME?! Senna Clafter?!" She hollered angrily into the deep soundless void the Day Walkers called "The Great Abyss."
This girl, "Senna," continued on her way until she met her destination. The Clafter household/her own personal hell. A plaque outside the door confirmed that it was still owned by her... Birth Givers. Senna kicked in the door and in a flash of light, her best friend was in her awaiting hand.
The cool steel gave her the familiar tingle she craved as if it were a drug. Senna bolted into her younger brother's room. He was soundlessly sleeping.
'My heart may have hardened,' She thought,'But this boy..My brother can and will always have the ability to reduce it to the way the Lord had created it.'
She quickly shok the thought out of her mind and very gingerly raised him out of his bed.
"Shillow... Wake up please..." She whispered silently in his right ear. After a few short moments, his equally green eyes stared into her's.
"S..Sis? What..Are you doing here so late?" The seven year old named Shillow Clafter questioned his older sister in utter bewilderment.
"It is time. You have five minutes to collect your belongings. Cover your ears once I go into their room. Do you understand me Shillow?" Senna had a firm grip on his shoulders while his face turned into a mirror of her's... Expressionless.
His tone was frightfully cold as he nodded.
"Yes Sister. I understand perfectly." With that, he scurried around his small bedroom in an attempt to capture his things.
While her brother covered his ears, she crept into her parents' room. Senna's once mossy green eyes transformed into hard emeralds as soon as her eyes caught sight of her Birth Givers.
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