Hi people so I am here with another story that popped into my head in my dreams. Now on my other story I had a review that said I work to fast. My work pace is very fast naturally because when I get going, I don't stop….at all. I have finished a 2 hour English exam in an hour so…don't complain at me that I work to fast, I get it a lot. Rant over. Let's continue.

So this story is a Spyro spin off, but they aren't actually in the storyline that much. The character I base it on will travel to that world, and have lots of adventures there, meeting everyone there.

Story overview – After life as a child didn't quite work out right, Rhythm Firehart (the result of this) travels to a new world to escape it. What happens when war sparks in that world, and can her and her unusual personality block the solution? Will anyone find out her dark secret? Read to find out…

I will upload as often as I can so it may be the case that I upload several times in one day. I do take like 6 hour breaks though, so it won't feel rushed. Updating times will be inconsistent too, because I have a mountain of schoolwork to do. Author notes over, let's continue…

EDIT: this is the re-written version. Some new parts have been added in. there is also more detail on explaining what her 'job' is…

The city streets were illuminated by the street lights. Buzzing and crackling in the howling wind. The grey pavements had cracks and were filled with newspaper cuttings from that day. One particular cutting flew upwards, lifted by the sudden gust. Up and up it soared, before coming to rest on what would appear to be a pole…on top of a building. The pole reached down, making it a human figure. The glove covered hand grasped the cutting, lifting it to its face. The person was dressed in knee high boots with metal spikes at the bottom, and the boot itself was reinforced with metal. The person had shorts on that could pass as black rock shooter's, making the figure a girl. It had a black leather belt to match the leather shorts. She had a leather jacket on, and a leather tank, that merely covered the upper part of her chest. To complete her mysterious look, she had a black cape on, with a hood and a black and gold mask that covered everything but her mouth.

Psychopathic justice hmm. I am indeed insulted.

Smirking slightly, she pulled down her hood, revealing black hair that stretched down to her lower back. Her hair had an unusual touch: a luminous green streak that seemed to glow slightly in the eternal darkness. Her eyes were now lit slightly, and you could see their colour. Bright green. You could be mistaken for thinking that she had contacts in.

Her face was perfectly shaped under her mask. Like something out of an anime. This wasn't anime though; this was real life.

In her other hand, was a simple meal that she had stolen shortly before getting to the rooftop. She had to give herself sustenance after all. Hunger was something that she rarely thought about, but someone had been complaining at her recently…

As her hair blew in the wind, she began to think. I wonder what's beyond this city. If there's a life classed as better than this…Her voice was deep for a girl, but enchanting and smooth. However, she didn't talk. She merely showed what she wanted to say through her facial expressions, classing her as mute. She would only speak if she absolutely had to. She let the paper fly off in the next breath of wind. She didn't want to look at it anymore. She didn't want to see what she had become. She took a massive bite out of her meal, letting her thoughts disappear for a moment, as she focused on what she was doing. Sirens were to be heard. They are indeed getting closer. What should I do right now…Her thoughts were interrupted by a siren like voice.

We will never know Rhythm Firehart; perhaps we should travel to another world, and see what's there…

The voice itself was higher pitched, and seemed to appear from nowhere. The girl, now known as Rhythm Firehart, did not flinch.

Indeed I realise that Couclia, but I do indeed have a duty to occupy myself with here. I cannot merely leave the murderers at large in this city which I am forced to call home. The ravenette replied to the spirit who inhabited her. Her name was Lady Couclia, a phoenix spirit that lived inside of her, granting her powers. The phoenix bird herself was an old queen, who had killed herself to save her people. She was then granted the chance to inhabit someone. Instead of choosing someone on her own planet, she chose this planet, and one very special baby…

(Flashback)

A mother lay crying, screaming in her husband's clutches. Both of their babies had died. Both the girl and the boy that had passed away inside of the Mother's womb. Both children lay in white satin cloth at the other end of the room, while doctors mourned at the fact that they could not save them. Couclia arrived in the room, invisible to the naked eye, and looked over them. The saying was that the fire, ice, earth and electricity elementals would all be boys, but this boy was severely deformed. She knew that even if she did inhabit it, I would not live past 3 years old. The girl however had died merely days ago, and was fully developed. She had no reason to die and it was most likely that although she was stronger, the mother was unable to sustain her properly. Couclia looked at the mother. She did look very thin. Ignoring everything she had been told, she jumped into the girl's body, repairing her, and granting her life. For the first few moments nothing happens. Then her chest rose, and she screamed. Her parents and all of the doctors looked over at her in surprise. Was that possible? How on earth was she still alive? The doctors rushed her to neonatal, where she continued to thrive.

(Flashback over, returning to modern times…)

You know why I saved you. You should only fulfil your duty to your nation and those people. You are 16 now. You should take up on it. Rhythm merely grunted as her response, her eyebrows screwing up under her mask.

Maybe so, but I indeed took up this job for good reason. I indeed would like to remove those traitors from this world, and cleanse it.

You know damn well that's impossible. You may be a serial killer, killing people to help others, but you're fighting style, strength and determination is like nothing I have ever seen. You would do well. Plus, it's your chance to outweigh the boys.

Life isn't just about beating the boys Couclia! But maybe you're right. But what about my lifespan on this planet? Would I indeed have to tell them?

Tsundere… No. you can lie very well, and your refusal to talk after the…incident-

Don't talk about it.

Sorry. Means that you can keep things well hidden. But whether you tell them or not is up to you. But I would suggest beginning to make new friends. Your willingness to be alone is concerning me. It isn't good for you…

What would I have to do whilst I inhabit that planet? Rhythm replied, after a moment of thought. Incidentally, she cut the conversation, this lead Couclia to roll her eyes at her and sign in an annoyed manor. She was beginning to resent her doing that in a way. She couldn't quite describe it.

Rhythm was unaware of the thoughts that were rushing through Couclia's mind. Instead, she was thinking to herself. Maybe she should leave. It would be a new start. Killing murderers and rapists every night and the area she was currently doing it in was beginning to raise suspicion in nearby police departments. She would have to move soon anyway. She could never stay in one place for too long. The last place she had been was America. Couclia thought for a moment before replying.

Just be you.

Rhythm looked up at this. Seeing the sky change slightly, she began to walk backwards, then ran forward and jumped over the edge. Her phoenix wings grew out of her back, and were see-through and completely covered in fire. The wing span was massive. One wing was as tall as her. She was 5'9. Quite tall for a girl.

She never used her fire powers in front of people. It was her secret. If the Police knew she would have been locked up by now. She also had to steer well clear of CCTV cameras in case they caught her. When killing, she relied on her own accuracy and weapons to get the job done. She was about to reply, but her green hair streak suddenly lit up.

A trap has been activated. We must get there before dawn breaks properly. The sky itself was a royal blue. They didn't have long.

Racing over the grey streets, they began to gain altitude, and break through the clouds. It was a good way to get there with no one seeing them. Rhythm herself had become paranoid. Must we really do it in the breaking daylight?

Well. Yeah. Last chance to shove your knife up someone's throat if you decide to leave, and besides, you can finally put your face on CCTV! Couclia pointed out. She sounded dead excited, much like she would around someone famous. Her wings were clenched together (she is a firebird after all) and her face was pulled into a slightly mad grin. Rhythm shook her head, smiling slightly. She was her best friend, and her antics are what keep her going at times.

The estate she ended up heading to look…rough to say the least. Council housing she presumed. She didn't visit these estates often. It tended to be more dangerous than the normal estates she went to. She often tried to get to the higher up ones, because exposing who they were was a good way to counter the courts.

Speaking of courts, she conversed with her spirit silently, giving a simple nod so that she could get a vision of the court paper. 'Not guilty' flashed before her. She knew that this was not true. This person had sexually abused his step kid, and yet had got away with it in court. The judge had said there was not enough evidence. Some of jury had dared to disagree with this statement. She now has a kid and a restraining order against him, and Rhythm was going to keep him in check.

She glided down gently, landing in between some houses, and shaded by trees. She perked up her head and looked around. Had anyone seen her? No, she didn't think so. All she could hear were the leaves of the trees rustling in the wind.

She came out of her hiding place, and jogged across the street. She had made up her mind about her choice. She would focus on it later though. It was distracting her from her job.

She knew that there would be little to no security, so took the easy option; she looked for an open window. There were none at the front of the house, or the side, or the back. There was nothing. She was wondering if it was a good idea to do some lock picking. It was something she had learnt recently to get at the richer people. Of course, since she had gone viral they had all upped their security systems. However, before she did, she saw a slight glint at the back door, walking closer, she could see a crack. The idiot had left his back door open. Switching into her stealth stance; she pushed open the door and crept inside…

(About 10 minutes later)

She had reached the room. Finally. He was asleep thankfully, and his drunken girlfriend had clambered downstairs somehow and vomited on the rug. Rhythm was forced to use her powers, and winced as she remembered. She had almost been caught that time. She began considering how to do the deed. Slit it like anyone else? Or gun him. Gunning him would wake up his now passed out girlfriend that had dozed off at the bottom of the stairs. Slitting him and everyone would know that it was her. Screw it. I will slit his throat.

Summoning a dagger by using her powers, she held it and looked at the guy in a slightly tortuous way. She green eyes flashed, and she tilted her head to one side. She then tilted it back, so that you could see where the top of her green eyes began. Her mouth was open slightly, and she began to move forward when…he woke up.

The man was sluggish and beyond the definition of drunk, and yet her was able to figure out the situation a lot quicker than Rhythm had expected him to. His mouth was open, and his sleep-filled eyes slowly widened in shock. 'This is her?' He thought, after a moment of looking her up and down. Rhythm began to move forward again, and pulled her hand backwards, ready to strike him, but he lashed out a drunken arm and managed to strike her in the stomach, his fist landing right on the digestive organ. He did it again. Rhythm at this point was dazed. She couldn't focus on what was going on around her. She was beginning to snap out of it when she realised that the man had gotten out of bed, and was holding onto her arms. She snapped her head upwards, looking him square in the face. He had a drunken smile stitched onto his face.

She grunted. This man was strong considering what state her was in. she had one option left. A slight last resort but a good one nevertheless.

Kick him where the sun doesn't shine.

Lifting up a metal tipped knee, she put all of her strength into the blow. Her aim was dead on, and the man let go and groaned in pain. He fell to him knees, clutching at what remained of his crotch. Metal does more damage than you think. He fell sideways onto the floor, curled up into a little ball. Regaining her composure, she crouched down, one leg over his body, so that she was standing in the middle. She raised her dagger, and said one word to him:

"Guilty"

(20 minutes later)

Now that was well done. I am surprised that he didn't try it on in any way shape or…form. Couclia winced under the ravenette's glare. Went well? To her, that killing was the total opposite. Mind you, she had dealt with a lot worse.

You never answered my question.

Any specific one?

Will you travel?

Yes.

I mean, I know that you are stubborn and like it here and want to cleanse this world but…wait, what?

Yes.

You serious?

She hovered in mid-air for a moment. Before merely thinking,

Yes. I will indeed follow your lead.

Couclia smiled at her. She opened a swirling blue portal that would lead to the other world. It shone in the new daylight, and enchanted her, awaking the sense of excitement that rose within her whenever she had to run from the police. It awoke her.

We can't land too close or we will raise suspicion. We are 10 miles away. It's a day's flight. You don't mind do you?

Rhythm merely grunted and she at flew full speed towards it and entered the portal. It was a new day and a new life. But one thing plagued her mind.

What if they find out?