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Rain poured down onto the ashes of an old building in the middle of nowhere. It used to be a hospital where the sick were taken care of; where babies were born, where people came to get help. That was before the fire happened. The fire came and burned almost everything down to the ground. It happened so fast, it couldn't be stopped.

It happened years ago, but the city didn't bother to do anything with it. The hospital was out in the middle of nowhere and going out of business. No one has bothered to come and clean it up, or rebuild it. But the hospital wasn't alone, no. Someone was there.

"Shit," they muttered. The person was standing on the wood when the rain came down. The droplets destroyed what they were working on in the dirt.

The person stalked off toward another part of the hospital. Thunder and lightning clashed above, lighting the wood and ash in an eerie way, creating shadows that danced around. Normally, a person would be scared to the bone, but this person wasn't normal. In fact, normal was the last thing on their to-be list.

"Come on," they muttered, "it's gotta be here somewhere. Shit, if that bastard was lying, I will skin him alive. And burn him at the stake."

The stranger flipped through ashes after ashes, and still found nothing. "Where the hell could it be?" they wondered. They have been at it for hours, trying to find something that was very important, that could bring a very important someone down.

The person kicked a piece of charcoal and sent it flying twenty feet away with frustration. A thought entered their mind, Give up. The stranger growled and punched a table with a broken leg, leaning on its side hard enough to give the metal a good sized dent. They didn't know the meaning of "give up". It was not something they were taught back there. Back there, they would be shot right then and there if they gave up, and that's what happened to most. Only the best of the best survived, and the stranger was one of them.

A shudder went through the person's spine. "There" was shut down, gone, thanks to someone who just had to get her hands dirty and bomb the place. Almost no one came from that massacre alive.

Just as they were about to go back to their informer and do "things" to them for lying, lightning struck a nearby pole 200 yards away from them. For a split second, light appeared and glinted off of something buried in the ash five feet to their right. The stranger whipped their head to the sparkle and thrust their hands into the ash, searching for the treasure that was surly there.

Their hand brushed against something, and they tugged it out. They gasped. Finally. There it was, the thing that nearly cost their life and hours of searching in this fucked up shit-hole. The treasure was small, and exactly what they were looking for.

The stranger grinned evilly and cackled as they whipped around and ran at blazing speed toward what was once the main entrance of the hospital. A silver Mazda 3 was parked in the charred parking lot. The blacktop was covered in debris, with the faint smell of wet cement lingering in the air.

The Stranger splashed toward the car and yanked open the passenger's seat. Sitting there was a man in his late 40's with graying hair and a torn suit. He looked unconscious, but the Stranger knew better, after all, they have been trained for this.

They shot their hand out and yanked on his hair, nearly ripping it out.

"Wake up, Marakov," they hissed.

The man's head flew back and revealed a bloodied face with skin whiter than paper. The Stranger glared at the man and promptly slapped him with their hand-they didn't have time for this. His head flung to the side with the sound of skin slapping skin.

The man named Marakov groaned and slowly woke up. He winced and squinted up at the stranger. His eyes widened with fear as they stared into the eyes of death. The eyes were dark emerald green, but were filled with psychotic evil.

"Wh-what do you want…" he whispered and looked away from the frightening gaze.

"Good new-I found it," they said, "Bad news-I no longer need you."

In a flash, Marakov's head was roughly grabbed and twisted it effortlessly to its side in a sickening crack! The head snapped and the neck was broken.

"Weak son of a bitch," the stranger muttered.

The stranger rapped their arms around the now dead Marakov's waist and heaved him over their shoulder, as if he were a sack of flour. They walked to the back of the car and opened up the trunk. Marakov's body was sloppily thrown into it and the stranger slammed the trunk shut.

Cracks and snaps were heard and the trunk was shut. The body wasn't fully in, so the bones and muscles were torn and broken. A hand and a bloody finger were lingering out of the trunk, leaving trails of blood dripping from the tailgate.

The Stranger climbed into the car and turned it on. The engine roared to life and sped out of the parking lot, leaving a tiny trail of blood from the back. About 100 yards away from the hospital, the person stuck their hand into a pocket and pulled out a small remote. Click. Milliseconds later, a loud BOOM shook the earth. The bomb went off and the hospital went up in flames once again.

But this time, it was different. Among the ruins were new bodies. These bodies were of young girls between the ages of 8-16 with bright red hair that was cut to the shoulder carelessly with a knife and pale skin. Each one was dressed in black clothing with their eyes closed. Each one of them was dead. there was no sign of even a scratch on them from their murder, except a cut on their stomach. The cut was a two inch long hourglass embedded into their skin, like those of a black widow. The blood from the girls' bodies gave the hourglass a dark red outline, making it stand out even more.

From inside of the car, the stranger took off their hood, revealing a woman no more than 25 with green eyes and hair as yellow as gold, slightly standing out from her skin, that was beautiful and pasty looking at the same time-from not getting enough sun, but that wasn't her fault.

The woman watched the explosion with a gleeful sparkle in her eyes through the car mirror. She kept on driving and took out what she was after. She pulled out a locket. It was once originally a beautiful gold locket shaped like a heart. After years of wear and tear, not to mention the ash, the locket was brown and black with splotches of dirt and grime. If it was to be cleaned up, the locket could well be worth thousands of dollars, for it was originally created out of 24 carat gold.

But that's not what the woman wanted it for. She hastily pried it open to reveal a tiny, dirty, picture of a little girl, what looked to be like her sister, and their parents in black and white. They were all smiling like they were having the time of their life when this was taken. Too bad that was a while ago, before their family was destroyed, courtesy of her boss.

She stared at the older girl. She looked to be about four or five, with black and white pepper hair that would've been a fiery red. They girl's little round eyes would've matched her own. She threw back her head and cackled with laughter what would've shaken the Devil himself.

"Come get me, Natalia," she said, "I'll be waiting."

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