Valerie shook her head of the memory and whipped her bow from the table where it leant. From a hook next to her oak door, she took a sheath of arrows and flipped it around her shoulder, propping it up and sitting it in place, so it sat neatly on her shoulder and stood up for quick access to her many, many arrows. She looked to the door, contemplating whether to open it, or just use the window. She chose window, and, with the window being open, ran at full speed towards the opening, jumping and spreading herself out, flipping in the air once before she landed on the pavement, on her feet and crouching. She was ready for her midnight shoot.
As Valerie wandered the open streets of Burgess, memories ran through her head, every corner reminding her of something that had occurred in her old life, a memory bound to that particular spot. With these memories came feelings. Anger, Sadness, Happiness; all different. Until she got to one house, one that stopped her in her tracks as it always did. It was Jack's old house. It was the only house that was left as a house, whereas most of the other houses that were once in the small village of Burgess, where now giant buildings and houses; including Valerie's old family home. Screaming, shouting, all washed over her like a tidal wave, as it often did when she past this house, which was every night. Valerie wandered to one of the windows and placed a small, pale hand on it, remembering when Jack's hand would be on the other side, along with his smiling face. A tear rolled silently down her cheek, and her hand slid from the window pane as she moved on. She did not want to cause unnecessary pain to herself, and lingering at that one spot would do just. She readied her bow for the first shot, waiting for a worthy target. She passed a house that appeared to be hosting a party, and Valerie decided that it was the perfect place for her. She made her way up the little pathway and the porch, the little white house filled with party-goers and people having fun. There were smiles surrounding Valerie, but she kept a straight face as she looked for people to start with. Finally, after a few minute of looking the house up and down, she found a boy. He was standing all alone, and looked as if he was only invited because he was a friend of a friend. Valerie made her way to him, and, standing right next to him, began speaking to him as if he could hear her.
"What a party, huh?" she asked, without reply. She sighed deeply, and looked around for another person for the boy. She looked to a group of girls, and singled out one with brown hair and brown eyes. "Let's go," said Valerie, and she got an arrow ready and pulled the string back to her chin. She was the best archer there was, and never failed to hit where she wanted her arrow to go. As the string of the bow touched her face, she exhaled, focussing on her prey. Then, with deadly aim, she hit the girl in the group in the centre of her back. The girl jumped, but only slightly. She had closed her eyes, and turned to see what had hit her. But when she opened them, she set sight upon the lonesome boy and fell deeply. The boy noticed her looking at him, and she smiled. He then gained the confidence to go to her and speak to her, sparking a conversation that Valerie knew would very well turn into a relationship. As Valerie moved on, she looked back and saw the boy and the girl smiling and laughing, warming up to each other every second they were in each other's presence. Valerie's work had been done, and, after she shot a few more teens, she exited the house, wandering back to her home on the outskirts of Burgess.