Blood
It was a quiet night. Warm blood was dripping from hand. Not her blood though, she wasn't that easily hurt.
It started to rain. Her yellow catlike eyes gazed at the sky. How long was she going to keep doing this? She didn't like killing… but in her case it was either kill or be killed, and she wasn't about to give up her life just yet.
She stood there for a long time, watching the rain as it washed away the river of blood around her.
When the rain stopped she decided to leave. Water was dripping from her purple hair. She hated getting wet… she slowly turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
In the morning everything was still quiet. There was a black cat sitting on a wall at the corner of the street, wagging its tail. No trace was left of the fight last night, except for a few drops of blood on the ground that the rain failed to wash away.
She knew that what had happened, would probably repeat itself many times... Maybe even tonight. She wasn't afraid or anything, she was confident in her strength. It was just that…she was tired. Tired…of seeing so much blood.
The black cat leapt down from the wall, and gently walked away, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind.