Chapter 1
"If you're going to do it," the man on the ground moaned, "make it quick," In serious pain, the man clutched the gunshot wound to his stomach, bleeding on the frozen ground of the pine woods. The sun hid behind white snow clouds, which mulled around the forest in a cold haze. Snow fell silent through the trees as three others stood around the dying man. One held a .45 Automatic in her left hand, waiting to deliver the coup de grace.
"Are you ready?" she asked him.
"Go ahead."
With the order, the young woman held up the automatic to the other's forehead. Yet somehow, she could not force her finger to fire. Her hand shook, and lowered the pistol again. "Are you alright?" one of the men behind asked her.
"Don't rush me," the young woman muttered, covering up the obvious fact that she never wanted to kill the man she aimed at.
"If you can't I can for you."
With that, the bullet cut through the silent air, shattering the peace of the dense woods. "I just didn't need you rushing me," she hissed. The three then departed to their car, leaving the body for any opportunistic creatures of the forest to take with them.
Four years had passed since she came home, yet the memories still remained in her mind. What the young woman had done were things no human was meant to do. So many lives she took. So many lives cut short. So many, she could not even count. Yet, somehow, it was all she knew how to do. And when she finally returned to her home, she could not leave the past overseas. Others came to know her, and utilize her certain skills gained to take advantage of their enemies. And to take advantage of her as well.