Jazz stepped quickly.
The market was packed with shoppers and thieves alike. She stopped in the shade of the tree.
Holy Crap it was hot!
Why was she doing his anyways? Oh yeah. The Hunk Leno. Poor guy, disturbed. But that was just the way she liked them. She fanned herself with her hand. Who was she looking for anyways? Oh yeah. What did he call them? "Blue Bloods?" Yep. It was Blue Bloods.
It means their lines were pure in magic .Which means they are powerful. She unstuck her hair was the sticking to the back of her head. Her long black hair had its problems, but the pig tails worked, so she didn't complain. Jazz flipped on her eye glass. Leno made it. It was supposed to tell if someone was a Blue Blood. "Let's see here." She whispered to herself. Body after body passed. She waited. Nothing. More crowds passed, still nothing! God? Didn't he say she'd be here?
At least she knew the Blue Blood was a girl. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice the scanner beep. She gasped in surprise and zoomed in. A girl, who couldn't be more than 15 walked in the masses of people, a basket under her arm. She was quite pretty, and her pink eyes sparkled as she chatted with a stall vendor .
Jazz chuckle quietly to herself. She couldn't wait to toy with this girl. She seemed strong headed. She would be fun to break. Her hair was a dirty blonde, and it was down in a braid on her back. Jazz smiled. It would be so much fun to pull. She wore a pink blouse with filled sleeves the hung off her a little, a black skirt and pink leggings tucked into boots. Jazz made a mental note not to go hard on her. After all, what did Leno say? Alive.
Well, she wasn't going to spare her too much.
After all, wounds heal. Leno didn't really want to use his mental magic. They had to break them first. Broken Bones lead to Broken Souls right? She was on the move! Jazz had been busy thinking on how fun it would be to break her; she didn't see her leave, and the vendor say, "Goodbye, Amara." Amara huh?
Nice name. Not as nice as Jazz though. Jazz left the shade for the hot sun, and followed her. Her basket was full, and she seemed to be heading back her guild. "Twilight Sun? She asked herself. What would a wimp like her be doing there?
Maybe she bar tends. Amara walked the trail to get to the hidden guild. Only the ones who find it can join it. Thought Jazz, and she took a left down a less walked pass in the grass. Time to strike. Thought Jazz gleefully. She leaps in front of the shocked girl. "Who are you?" she asked her voice shaky. "I am Jazz, your worst nightmare."
With that, Jazz flexed a hand and a deep purple magic seal appeared. "Silencing magic; lost Sound!" she said, and Amara was flung backwards into a tree on the gravel path. Amara shook her head, trying to clear the fuzzy spots in her eyes. She was SO sleepy! Why was she so sleepy? She lifted a weak hand but then went limp, her vision going black. "She was no fun!" said Jazz. "I thought someone in Twilight Sun would be stronger!" she proclaimed. Jazz studied her prize carefully. Not too much meat on her bones. She was number one on her to break list .At least, until she won more prizes.
Jazz walked over to the limp girl and placed a hand on her. This was fun! And she was getting PAID for this? She should work for Leno more often. She thought, as both she and Amara turned into mist and teleported to Leno.
*****one minute later*********
Leno jumped when he heard the crack of Jazz's magic. He turned just in time to see the circle fade, and Jazz appeared, holding her dress in one hand, with a limp dirty blonde at her feet. "Already?" he asked in shock. Jazz laughed her high pitched laugh. "Yes. It was easier than I expected." Leno couldn't process what he was seeing. She was supposed to be a Blue Blood! A powerful mage! How could she be beaten that easily? Jazz spoke, as though reading his thoughts. "I'm just that powerful." Leno bended over his scrolls and checked of something on his list. "Take her to cell A." Jazz smiled.
"With pleasure." She purred. Leno spoke before she left. "Oh, and Jazz, I need her Alive. Don't do anything rash." Jazz picked up the limp girls hand. "Wouldn't dream of it, Leno." She said, and walked away, dragging the girl behind her. Leno shook his head and returned back to his scrolls. He inspected the list carefully. Next up, Lydia Delenoite. Famous name. How old was the actress now? 21? Good.
She'd be the oldest. Maybe the leader of the pack. Then a few others. His plan would be complete! He would get revenge on everyone! He tittered quietly to himself. Revenge is sweet. "Jazz." He called out. Jazz landed on the ground with a large thud, but she still landed on her feet. "What?" she pouted. "I need you to fill this up." Leno handed his goon-for-hire a small glass vial. "Fill this up with her blood. Make sure it's blue." Jazz smiled and licked her lips, glad to be able to cause some pain. "Sure thing Leno." She purred and disappeared to torment her new victim.
