Considered Good or Evil?
She concealed herself in the darkness of the night. Her black outfit coexisted of a black kimono; which came down to her knees. Around her waist was a black sash; keeping it closed. Underneath was black; easily to move in, leggings. Her shoes were black flat shoes; whilst her face was hidden underneath a black mask, which only showed her eyes.
Her eyes were as dark as the night sky; a lovely dark blue, so mystifying, secretive, and so captivating. Her hands were covered with black gloves; her skin was only seen from where her eyes weren't covered. Her hair was tied into a pony tail with a black ribbon. The colour of her hair was so light that it looked white within any lighting that shined upon it.
She halted; scanning around with her eyes, noticing all the people on the ground below her position. She frowned as the building was heavily guarded. Each person held heavy artillery; guarding whatever was inside the building.
She scanned the building in front of her; tracing anything that might give her position away. Nothing appeared in her sight that would give away her position; but that doesn't mean that there wasn't anything there. She looked down again; from the rooftop she was on, and looked to all the guards.
'1...2...3...4...5...6...7... So; seven guards are around the side entrance. If I jump straight down and attack; it would be more complicated, and would take too much time. Taking them out one by one would be easy; but the time takes quite a while. But; taking them out one by one seems to be the best answer' she thought to herself.
With that decided; she turned to her left and jumped down. She landed on the ground safely and without making too much noise. She pressed her back to the wall and carefully took a glance around the corner. She located one guard left on his own; she smirked inwardly to herself, knowing this was too easy.
The guard turned his back to her; not knowing she was there. She took one of her blades from her side pocket; and carefully hid it from any light. She sneaked up behind him; with her left hand, which was free, she covered his mouth and inserted her blade into his heart very quickly.
She let the body drop onto the floor before pulling out her blade. She then wiped it on the body of the guard; where there was a clean patch, then placed it in its pocket. She then silently ran towards another guard; taking out her blade, piercing it through his heart, then moved onto another.
Killing all seven guards took five minutes of her time. She then ran to the side door; carefully placed her hand on it, turned it slowly then gradually pushed it open. No sound; no movement and no light were within the corridor. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly and she saw that it was empty.
'This isn't right; there should be guards inside, unless they thought that this wouldn't happen. No! They know something like this was going to happen; so why wasn't their defences up?' she thought as she frowned.
She carefully made her way inside as she still suspected something was wrong. She pressed her back to a corner; glanced around it and fount nobody there. She turned that corner; looked behind to the other direction, before putting her attention back into the direction she was walking in.
'It's too quiet! Something's definitely wrong' she thought instantly.
She halted; staying close to the wall on her left; as she saw the room she needed to go. She came to the corner; looked both ways before walking up to the doors. She hesitantly placed her hands on both the door knobs; turned them, and gradually pushed them open. She instantly moved to her right; as bullets started shooting at her. One had scrapped her arm; just as she moved to the right.
'Shit! So that's why I couldn't see any in the corridors' she thought with a frown.
The firing soon stopped. She heard used bullets drop to the floor, cartridges thrown to the floor, and reloading. A sweat drop ran down the side of her face; clearly showing that she had a trouble time getting out of the firing range. Her heart was beating fast and loud in her chest; she could feel it pulsing and pounding within her chest, but she could hear its fast beat.
'That was too close for comfort. If I stayed there a little longer; they were have gotten more than just a scrape. Besides; their ammo won't last them long, because of the way they use it. I need to get a clear shot!' she thought angrily.
She looked up above her; but saw nothing useful, she looked to her left; but nothing was there. She then looked to her right; the way the door was to the room, and saw something extremely useful down the corridor.
She ran; the firing began, she dived then rolled as soon as she hit the floor. She then stopped rolling when she got to the other side; she ran down the corridor, grabbed the gigantic metal shield, from the ornament, and rolled it towards the room. The moment it was in front of the room; she went behind it, completely covered, without getting hit as the firing round began again.
She grabbed a weapon; which was round her back, slightly came out the corner of the shield; and shot at the people, who were now firing at her. She retreated behind the shield again as she reloaded her small handgun. She turned around the corner again and fired at the last people who were in sight.
She ran out of the shield and into the room; shooting at the people that were using cover. They didn't even have a chance to know the situation; or even firing at her. She turned and shot at a guy that shown his head from behind a couch. A man escaped from the room as the last of his guards fell to the floor dead. She instantly turned her head to see the door close. She walked quickly in the direction; and shot at the guys that were coming at her. She knew none were behind, because she finished them off first.
The remaining of the guards soon fell to the floor lifeless. She then shot at the lock on the door; knowing it was going to be locked. She then kicked the door open and soon ran down the corridor. The banging of a door behind slammed open came to her ears; from the left side. She ran down the left corridor and soon reached a door that closed. She smirked as she ran towards it.
She opened the door as she continued to run; since the guy didn't have time to lock it behind him. She turned to her left and noticed that she was now on a rooftop of the building. She continued to run as a man came into her view. He stopped as he reached the edge of the building. He turned to see her; but obviously didn't know that she was a female, but she was pointing the gun at him.
"W-what do you want?" he stuttered.
"Your death!" she replied.
He looked at her shocked to hear the answer that she came out with; but not only that, he was shocked to hear the voice was feminine. He stepped back as she stepped forward; but couldn't go any further as he was at the very edge. The gun was still pointed at him; her gloved finger firmly placed on the trigger, ready to fire.
"Please; I beg you, spare my life!" his words were filled with desperation; which caused her to smirk underneath her mask.
"Pathetic! Do you really think you should be begging to me?" she said with attitude in her words.
"He sent you; didn't he? I'll give him his money; just please spare my life" he begged.
"The thing is; he doesn't exist anymore. I got rid of him a month ago. You're life; I chose to get rid of myself" she explained.
She allowed the words to sink in. His eyes widened as soon as it did; but at that moment she fired. The bullet entered his brain; staying there as the gun wasn't that powerful, but powerful enough to break through bones. She chucked the gun on his body; turned and walked away from the scene.
"Let's finish them; Mariana" a mid-back orange haired female shouted towards her blade.
Her opponent was a white blonde haired blader with midnight blue eyes. She was incredibly beautiful as well as having an amazing body. Her hair was tied into a pony tail with a golden ribbon. She wore a plain white sleeveless tank top; with red three-quarter length capris pants. She even had a fringe which made her look very cute.
The opponent had a white beyblade with sparkly gold designs all over it; which made a lovely display of sparkly golden patterns. It kept dodging the attacks of the orange haired teen's blade. She kept attacking; but nothing was working. The blonde teen smiled gently; thinking that this battle was too easy for her.
"Lightning strike" the orange haired teen called out.
Her yellow blade started to let off electricity. The next moment; a yellow light went all the way to the clouds, turning them dark. The sky rumbled and the orange haired teen smirked. Soon; without any rain, a lightning bolt came out of the clouds and stroke right where her opponent's blade was.
The smoke dispersed; but the white blade was still spinning, with absolutely no scratches or marks to show it did damage, or that it hit. The orange haired teen looked at it in shock; not believing that her special attack did no damage whatsoever. She looked to her opponent; who still was smiling normally, like nothing was really happening.
The orange haired teen then realised who she was. Her eyes widened in surprise to see that she was battling with her of all people. How could she have forgotten who she was? Her eyes were what gave her away all the time; they were completely rare to see. How could see not have noticed?
"I'm such a dunce! You're beauty's increased since the last time we met; Angel" she spoke to her gently.
"So has yours! It took me sometime to figure out who you were; but the moment you launched your blade, I knew. Brooke; it's been a long time hasn't it, dear friend?" Angel replied.
Her voice was filled with such innocence; she could be easily mistaken as an angel. The gentleness of her words; the kindness each hold, it was unbelievable of what Brooke knew about her.
In Brooke's eyes; curiosity was there, wondering why she was here. Wasn't she supposed to be in London for her modelling job? So why was she here; back at her birth place? It was confusing Brooke completely.
"I've been thinking..." she spoke gently with her eyes downcast to the ground.
Brooke looked at her in wonder; waiting for her to continue with her sentence. Even if only a little; Brooke could see that Angel really has been regretting something, for the sparkles in her eyes were of regret. This caused Brooke to become completely shocked.
'Since when does she show regret?' she thought in total surprise and wonder.
"You've probably guessed it. I'm regretting; Brooke. Regretting about the team breaking up" she said looking up at her.
"You want us to come together again?" Brooke asked with slight excitement.
"I really do want us to come together" she replied honestly.
Brooke's aqua eyes lit up in completely happiness. It had been too long since they were last together; she was just hoping that the team would come together again, after all the time they had been apart. She soon began to whoop around the place; showing just how excited she was about the coming together of the team.
Angel was glad that she was excited for the team; now, she was just hoping that the others would agree to come back together. She wasn't really worried about three of them; but it was just the last one that worried her.