Disclaimer- All publicly recognizable characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer. I just make them do interesting things for my own entertainment (and hopefully yours to!)
A/N- I'm going to try and keep these short and to the point because I know that they really piss me off when I have to read them. This is my first ever serious fic, and I'm not going to ask you to 'be nice' like so many other people, but I will ask you to keep the criticism constructive.
The night was black in more ways than one for the man walking along the docks. The ominous creaking sounds coming from the old rotting warehouses, and the splashes his expensive shoes made in the puddles seemed like the perfect soundtrack to the events about to happen.
He reached the building he was looking for and pulled out his gun, cocking it out of instinct rather than conscious thought. He could feel the steady thrum of his heart, and it made him feel powerful. He had at least one thing that the enemy didn't.
A slight crack in the crumbling door frame allowed him to see inside the warehouse. The decades old slime that covered the walls and the slightly darker silhouettes of two figures, one standing tall and menacing, and the other, on the filthy floor, curled in on herself, for protection.
The sight of the girl huddled on the floor made the man see red. With a monumental effort he pulled in his anger and focused on a strategy. Keeping his gun ready, he pushed the door open slightly and slipped in, miraculously unnoticed. Sticking like glue to the wall, he slid to the right, so that he was directly behind the enemy. He sighted along the barrel of his gun, took aim, and with one clean shot, killed the creature in front of him with practiced ease. He rushed forward and knelt next to the girl in front of him.
With a shock, he realized that was all she was. Just a girl, no older than fourteen, but a girl who had seen terrible things. A girl with torn clothes, and tangled hair, and wild, fierce eyes. A girl with no family thanks to the enemy. A girl with no protection thanks to the twisted establishment. A girl with nothing anymore, thanks to the things he hated. And, in a rare moment of compassion, he picked her up, and made a vow to give her something.