This is the first chapter of an ongoing project I started, literally, years ago. I've recently regained the motivation to go back to work on it. I know it's not 100 perfect, even the first chapter here, but I'm hoping to get feedback and improve it overall. It may seem a little disjointed at first, because I wrote the story in pieces that I later tried to patch together. Please bear with me.

The current title/chapter titles are working titles. I'll update when I feel I've decided on something concrete.

Reviews are GREATLY appreciated. Enjoy.

Walked into our world and made
horrible sounds
I can still hear them today
Strangely they seem
Beautiful now.
—"Endlessly, She Said" - AFI


There he is.
The woman's eyes dashed to a shady spot in the empty office building. No, wait. Is it him? This lone warrior had been forced out here to collect a head for her "employers". She hardly knew where to being looking for this man; the building was huge, and he could be anywhere. Trained or not, finding the target would be no simple task. The woman's eyes dashed to a shady spot in the empty office building. This lone warrior had been forced out here to collect a head for her "employers". She hardly knew where to being looking for this man; the building was huge, and he could be anywhere. Trained or not, finding the target would be no simple task.

There. Something definitely moved that time. Her cerulean eyes caught a quick glimpse of golden-brown hair and dark shades as a figure hurried by. Certainly she wouldn't be seen from her hiding spot beneath an unoccupied desk. She kept her breathing as quiet as possible after she realized where he was going.

Agilely, as though flying, the man rushed up a flight of stairs in the corner of the room.

"Then up it is…" Somali crawled into an open space, and then glided up the stairs as quietly as the one before her. Peering over the rail of the second floor without being in her targets' sight, she saw a businessman with a strange tangled around his beck. Oddly enough, said wire seemed to be coming from something on the assassin's wrist. A second later, with a swift pull, a sickening snap resounded and the body hit the floor as the assassin reeled back in his weapon.

Once again, the silent killer sprinted to the stairs, and went up at least another flight.

So this is what they look like in action… Weiß. Finding her own way to the roof using the fire escape ladders on the outside of the building, the first thing Somali saw was a lifeless body lying in the moonlight. A man she hadn't noticed before held silvery claws on his hands; claws which shone with blood.

This was unexpected, and she remained ducked in her shaded spot. There was only supposed to be one man here; Weiß had four members, but Balinese was the only target tonight. He'd been lured into a solo mission as a trap. But now, there was a second man. Hopefully, that would be all.

Deciding that their job was over, she stepped up. Materializing from the shadows, she slowly came into view. A crimson halter made of PVC stretched over her chest, and matching capri-length pants moved silkily with her legs. Over the guise was a long beige coat that hung open in front. The bottom hem of the jacket swayed around her ankles, which were covered by the tops of jet-black boots.

"Weiß." She looked up at them—a pair of young men with sickeningly bloodstained clothes and faces, both carrying an expression that showed his vigor and power.

"Balinese!" she cried, lunging at him while simultaneously pulling her daggers from either side of her waist. In a stunned silence, he stepped back, grabbed his wrist, and let wire fly. She'd nearly closed the gap between them, but his weapon caught her arms and torso with painful tautness. Somali had just stopped her forward charge when she was decked across the face by a figure to her right. Swinging wildly with her daggers in response, she caught nothing but air. Somali turned her head and faced Siberian, the assassin with the metal claws.

Irritated, she swung both daggers around and cut the bindings holding her there, and Balinese was forced to reel it back in for the time being. At the same time, Siberian brought his clawed fists at her, growling. She tangled her daggers in them. Somali overpowered his fists and threw him backwards. Spinning the blades around in preparation to stab the off-balance brunette, Somali had to stop immediately when her air was cut off. A sharp pain pulsed from her throat… the wire was now pulled tight around it. Turning herself slightly, she once again sliced the wire behind her with a dagger, letting what was around her neck loosen and fall to the ground.

Balinese's face went flat when he looked at his broken line. He reeled it back in with little enthusiasm. Perhaps he'd have to fight with his fists.

But for now, she and Siberian stared one another down. It was hard to see his face in the darkness, and the same must be true for hers. They had to be wondering…

"Who the hell are you!" Balinese demanded. As far as he knew, this young woman had nothing to do with their mission.

"I am the black cat that has come for you." Somali's words were quiet but blunt. This clearly revealed her position as an assassin as well.

Balinese adjusted his sunglasses, unnecessary in the moonlight. "So someone wants us dead."

"Who sent you?" Siberian in turn snarled, expecting an answer. Here, they stood to either side of her, and could easily overpower this woman, they were sure.

But before she could answer, an overhead helicopter would drown out any words that could possibly have been spoken. Seconds later, a rope ladder was dropped. She took hold of it, and Siberian looked ready to charge.

As the ladder rose, she watched the men with a smirk. At least she had put fear into them.

The brunette began to run across the rooftop in pursuit, but when he neared the other man, a hand on his shoulder halted him. "Ken, stop. She's not the target… We're done here."

The pair began to retreat into the darkness, and a nearly inaudible chuckle came from somewhere in the rooftop's shadows. There was a figure behind the stairwell; an observer who had seen it all.

"I'll find you, Weiß… just you wait."