A/N: Welcome to my very first fanfic! Yay! *cue confetti and ballons*
But I warn you, it may take me a while to update, due to...complications...
So read and enjoy!
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Vix smiled and closed her eyes as the horrible screams of her victim echoed through the alley in which she stood, hidden by the shadows. She opened her eyes and looked down at the writhing figure on the sidewalk.
It was an Irken girl, whose eyes were a sickly yellow color. The girl had cut in front of someone in the line at the grocery store, and Vix, while watching the girl from outside in the dumpster, had promised herself the girl would pay. And now, slowly dying, she choked out one last word as she realized just who her murder was,
"Vixen..."
This wasn't Vix's real name, of course, but a mere nickname that sent shivers of fear through all of the Irken population here on Home Planet, and quite possible through the whole Irken empire.
Vix watched the light slowly fade from the girl's eyes and smiled. Another victory for Vix.
She bent down and drew a bloody V with her gloved fingers, then made a nice crimson handprint. This was her trademark, her signature, to let the Empire know she had struck again.
She had barely stood up to leave when she heard shouting down the street. The girl's screams must have been louder than she had thought. She peered through the darkness, and by the dim light, saw that there were four soldiers standing there, pointing and yelling.
She realized that they were all Irken Elite, identifiable by the black insignia painted on their foreheads. The Almighty Tallest had sent mountains after mountains of them to catch her, but to no success.
She grinned and saluted to them, then took off running down the sidewalk. She could hear the slap of the Elite's shoes as they hit the pavement. There would be more of them, no doubt, hiding somewhere in the shadows. There always were.
She smiled as one of the Elite screamed as the group came upon the body. She imagined the looks on their faces as they took in the destruction of the girl's body, and how perfect and unspoiled her face was. She laughed to herself.
Suddenly, the brick walls beside her turned black. They were shooting at her with laser guns. She nodded to herself. A respectable foe, but nothing could bring her down tonight.
Whipping out her PAK legs, which were covered in a fresh new coat of blood, she laughed manically as she ran faster ahead of them. She heard the click of metal hitting pavement increase as the Elite took out their PAK legs as well, shiny and clean.
They were gaining, she could tell. They were still shooting at her, and suddenly there was a bright flash of light and her PAK legs retracted instantly. Vix stumbled but kept running.
They had hit her on her PAK legs, and it would take at least five minutes to get them working again. She didn't have five minutes. The Elite were almost upon her.
Suddenly, she cried out as her left shoulder was hit, just under the shoulder blade. She kept running, but every movement of her arm made her want to scream. She was slowing, she could tell.
She stopped suddenly, dived into a window. Standing up, she brushed the glass off of herself and looked up at the two Irkens staring, eyes wide with fright, sitting on their couch.
"Vixen!" one of them started screaming. She grinned at them and ran out the back of the house.
She could hear the Elite jump through the already broken window, and both homeowners started screaming. Vix chuckled to herself.
The Elite waited until they were outside the home to begin firing at her. How thoughtful, she thought sarcastically.
She began to run from side to side, making herself a harder target. Suddenly, her PAK legs came out again, catching her by surprise. Racing ahead, she laughed out loud.
The scorch marks on the pavement increased, and she looked behind her. Two more Elite had joined the original four. Did the Tallest really need six Irken Elite soldiers after her? It just showed how weak and pathetic the Irken society really was.
That's why Vix liked to murder people. It was her way of wiping out the weaker ones, and letting the stronger ones live. She knew it was cruel, but someone had to do it. And she took so much joy from it.
She laughed as she remembered the way the girl screamed as Vix had stabbed her in the chest, viciously, with her PAK legs. Laughed as she remembered the way the blood gushed from the wound.
She just knew the Elite soldiers were exchanging glances between, wondering what was wrong with her.
There was so much wrong with her.
So much.
Vix was so busy thinking to herself about her mental issues that she had forgotten to dodge and weave like she had been.
One of them shot her in the PAK leg, and they retracted instantly. Vix stumbled, and the other soldiers wasted no time firing at her. She gasped as she was hit on her right side and in the middle of her back. She kept running, but she was so slow now, like a little old lady. She fell as she was shot in the leg. Even though she was down, she wasn't about to give up.
She tried to pull herself away with her fingers, but an Elite solider, obviously the leader of the group, stood straight in front of her. She stopped moving, and slowly looked up at him. He glared down at her, with bright red eyes staring into her bottomless black ones.
He knelt beside her. "Well well well," he whispered, "what do we have here? The mighty Vixen? Brought down?" He glanced up in mock-surprise, and put a hand over his covered mouth, his eyes wide. "There must be some mistake? Right? Wrong."
Vix opened her mouth to say something, but another solider kicked her, viciously, in the side. She cried out.
"Silent!" he barked. How she wished she could end his life right then and there.
The leader stood up and smacked him clean across the face. Vix giggled a little. "Do you want to become like her?!" he shouted. "Do you want to become a cold, vicious murderer like this?!"
The solider shook his head violently and rubbed his cheek, which had turned a nasty dark green.
Vix started again, "How do you know I am the real Vixen?" Her voice was barely a whisper. The red-eyed leader knelt beside her again. Vix coughed, and dark green blood came up. That solider had really kicked her hard.
She tried once more, "How do you know I'm the real Vixen? I could just be an innocent, harmless, cute little Irken girl." She blinked her big black eyes at him. This time he heard her.
Standing up, he looked down at her, disgusted. "How do we know? How do we know?!" He was getting angry now.
"You are Vixen! Anyone could recognize you! A child, a smeet, would know it was you upon first glance! You are the terror of the empire!" She smiled at this.
He shook his head. "I'm tired of arguing with you. Someone get her up, and handcuff her. Watch her antennae too," he said, and turned to speak to the other soldiers.
A solider grabbed the red cape around her neck and tried to yank her up, but it just snapped off. Vix laughed.
"Why are you even an Elite if you can even pick up a harmless Irken like me?" Vix said.
The solider kicked her in the leg, hard. She grimaced. "Quiet, you," he said in a gruff voice. He bent down and pulled her up by her collar. Vix coughed as the fabric pressed tight against her throat. Someone slapped handcuffs around her wrists, which tightened themselves a little too tightly.
She was going to try to run when she felt the cold barrel of a laser gun on her neck. Running now would be suicide. "Move," the solider behind her said. Vix obeyed, and they marched to a parked Spittle Runner on the side of the street.
Three of the Elite stayed behind to deal with the body, while three others, including the red-eyed leader, got in the Runner.
Vix slid into the backseat, next to a young Irken boy with ocean blue eyes. He looked new, brand new. Must have been just recruited. She smiled at him, and he moved the slightest bit away. He looked to the front, pleading with his eyes for help.
The leader started the Runner instead.
Vix decided to use his fright to her advantage. She twisted herself around so the solider could see her shoulder, which hurt the most. Blinking her big black eyes him, she wanted to make sure he noticed, and saw that she wasn't a threat to him.
Not yet, anyway.
He did notice, and pulled out a little vial from an unseen pocket on his uniform. Success. She would get help for her other wounds somehow, later.
"This may hurt a little," he said, and moved away the fabric from around the wound, as the cloth covering it had burnt away. He opened the vial and let a few drops fall onto her bunt skin. She hissed and twisted violently. The solider pulled away, alarmed.
She calmed herself. "Sorry, it just stung so badly," Vix said apologetically. The solider nodded and wrapped a bandage around her shoulder under her arm to protect the wound from further damage.
She would remember this when she killed him in his sleep with the rest of them. She would remember this act of kindness, and she would make his death a little less painful than the others.
But he would still die.
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A/N: Eh? Eh? So, whadda think? Not bad, huh?
Reviews are welcome.
So yeah. Until next time.
Nae out, fools!