Darkness
I laid still in my gray king size bed on the dark listening intentely for sounds in the gigantic house hearing nothing I slipped out of my bed standing up to 6 foot tall with black shaggy hair and dark eyes mixed with my black clothing and olive toned skin I almost blended into the darkness of the grand room. I silently slipped out of the window,dropping roughly 3 feet my hair slightly brushed to the side and I quickly flipped it back over my eye. Even in the dark scars were prominent. I swiftly ran off into the dark and down the street.
About a block down I spotted what I was looking for. The radio tower. I ran towprds it using the momentum when I got to it to swing myself onto the radio tower climbing it with the grace of a cat.(ok weird comparison there) when I got about half way up I leapt off it onto the nearest rooftop successfully landing on two feet. It was obvious I had been doing that for a while. I quickly ran across the rooftop leaping from this one to th next in the huge city that was New York. I was one of the "rich people" but a few years back I had gotten involoved with the wrong people. Now I was an assassin. I didn't like this job,there was blood lieing and murder involved. Yet I messed up so I payed the price. I continued running along rooftops getting to the one that was shorter than the rest I jumped rolling across the roof landing on my knees. I looked up looking for the signal after a few minutes of searching the skys I saw a feather painted on a run down hotel wall across the street. Running to the edge of the abondended apartment building I was standing on I jumped over the edge, sliding down the drainage pipe of the building I reached the ground I sprinted across the street toward the black feather. I studied the feather for clues, my "employers" would leave clues on the feathers as to we're the next victim just loved making my job harder. After a few minutes I discovered a message written on the feather that was the size of half of my body. It said "Fang-hes locked in the room between letters q and s I groaned in frustration. More riddles? Really? With a sigh I entered the building repeating the riddle over and over again. In the alphabet in between q and s was r but as far as I knew there wasn't any rooms labeled r in the building. Looking around the lobby I saw a dry fountain against one wall across from the cheak in desk on th other side of the room with 2 arm chairs and a flower patterned couch inbetween them. With a sigh I sat down on the couch putting my head in my hands. I thought r? What in a hotel has an r? I started running names of the things I knew were in hotels through my ? No too obvious. Room service? A cleaning supply closet really isn't there style. Reservation? Hmmm...I pushed myself off the couch walking over to the cheak in desk and jumping over it. I cautiously looked through the open doorway. Hearing a voice I quickly pressed my self back against the wall. I slowly edged into the room going by unnoticed. What I saw shocked me. There was a beautiful girl with mid back length dirty blonde hair and brown eyes she looked about 5'9 and was wearing a tanktop skinny jeans and had on combat boots. She was lying in the middle of the bare concrete floor. There was a boy who I couldn't see much because he was sitting in the shadows but I think I saw a flash of blonde. In the middle of the room there were 2 chairs with severed ropes. They had managed to escape their bonds,then why we're they still there. I found this out a second later when the one I couldn't see went sprinting suddenly out of the corner running towprds the door way I could get through do easily. "we have tried everything igs that's not going to work." the girl said as the person went streaked towprds the door. Her voice was so much diffrent then most girls I had heard hers was strong and confident instead of airy and weak. I was shocked out of my thoughts quite literally when the other person went skitteding across the gray concrete floor along with blue shocks of electricity the boy I figured out was sprawled on the floor with blonde almost white spikey hair and clear blue eyes which made me think he was blind. He was wearing a shock collar. Momentarily confused I looked back at the girl being careful to hide I saw previously concealed behind her hair her shock collar. For some reason I couldn't just strike like I did mostly with these for some reason I felt the ultimate urge to protect them. What the hell?