A.N. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. I also wanted to put in fair warning that this one is a little rougher and harsh, at least the beginning anyway. Also with the use of a bad word.

Artemis looked satisfied as she straightened the picture of Osama bin Laden. She took a few giant steps back before pulling out one of her regular arrows. She pulled her bow back and let the arrow fly. The sharp tip of the arrow sank into the smirking man's forehead.

Artemis began a rapid fire of arrows, all of the, going through the photo to connect with the board with a dull thunk. She was only satisfied when his whole face was covered entirely of arrows.

She went and pulled them all out. The picture was hole ridden, but the terrorist was still smiling smugly in the picture. She snarled, but refused to another round.

What she would have given to be part of that U.S. shooting squad that had finished the bastard. She gave the photo one last dark look before leaving the archery room, slamming the door.

Artemis didn't care who saw the picture still attached to the target. She was glad that the man who had ordered the attack on the twin towers was dead.


Megan wandered among the New Yorkers, disguised as a human. She final Arrived to her destination. Ground Zero. The sight was a sad one. She had never seen what the World Trade Centers had looked like after the attack. Now, looking at the depressing remains, she felt like she know truly understood the grief of the Americans.

She felt the emotions swirl around her in waves as other people stopped to look at the spot. Out of the large crowd came a wheezing old man. In his wrinkled hands he held a small American flag as well as a simple picture frame.

He bent over and, with trembling fingers, placed the picture frame down and leaned the flag against it. He then stepped back in a salute. A single tear fell down his weathered cheek. He turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Megan came forward, a little curious. She looked closely and saw an old fashioned picture, yellowish around the edges. There were two firemen who had their arms wrapped around each other, laughing.

A.N. I hope this was ok and that the first one didn't seem too harsh to you and the last one made sense. Again, any questions please review or PM me.