Chapter One: Party Crasher
Her breathing was light and shaky, as she was under much pressure at this moment. This wasn't just a moment, this was the moment. Only three bullets with her and only two shots to waste. But that one bullet had to be used properly and straight on target.
She may only be thirteen (and a half, to be exact) but dang, you wouldn't want to mess with her. Knowing only some training of battle, thievery, and much else to that effect, you really wouldn't want to mess with her. You see, when she was only five, she was left off in the streets. A man, criminal but light-hearted, took her in. She learned the ways of crime, as that was she grew up with for eight years of her life. Only if you give her a reason to be angry, that is. To friends, she was a fun-loving, relaxed, and artistic girl. Or as she sometimes considers herself, "badass". She loosened her arms and used her elbows as a stand for the rifle. She slowly forwarded her head to the scope, and blinked a few times to get rid of her dry eyes. It would improve her shot. Hopefully.
Here we go. I have three shots, and only one to make it perfect. She thought. The thought of missing was making her more nervous. One miss, and everyone would start panicking no doubt, and that certainly wouldn't help her with getting the perfect shot on the target. Calm, calm . . . she told herself and took one last deep breath before aiming. She tried focusing on the target's knee. The plan was to get him to jail, so she wanted to keep him alive. One shot to the knee, one to the shoulder if possible, just for added fun. Sadistic, but who really cares? This man got her only parental figure in prison, and now he will join the prison list. This man was a criminal as well, and there's the reason he will be going to jail. This was going to be fun for her, if she succeeded, that is.
She hesitated to pull the trigger. One last breath, and she pulled the trigger. A loud bang rang through the vent she was in, and all around the walls of the mansion. It was hard to see through all of the people here. But it was easy to track him to this party. Everyone started screaming and running away from the injured man and some attempting to run for the exit of the mansion. She did a little fist-pump with her free hand that wasn't gripping the sniper rifle.
"Yes! Knee-shot, bitch!" she whisper-yelled in triumph. Now we just need to find a way out and get him to prison . . . shit, I didn't think this through. Her heart jumped in this situation. She peaked out through the vent window-railing. Her heart almost died at the sight of the huge body guard searching around the house for the source of the shot.
Okay, short chapter because it's 8 minutes to 9 PM and I'm actually quite tired. If I can somehow come up with some more lines, as in I have the plot but not lines, I will make the next chapter if I have time. Also, some of you may think, "Why is the character always referred to as 'she'? What's her name?", but that will be revealed in . . . I dunno, next chapter maybe? Well, bye. Bye bye bye bye . . . . . . bye . . . bye. - ~She-Devil~