The Glass House~

Anja sat back in the truck her black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail leaving two strands hang in front of her face. She had on a black shirt that had Celtic cross on the front; she had a pair of baggy black cargo pants on with numerous chains hanging off it. You could see she worked out by the fact that the muscles in her arms were huge, if she wanted to she could probably take out half the tactical force. Anja looked down at her black combat boots making sure they were as tight as possible, these weren't your average boots, these boots could be used to defend herself against ghosts, she had made them herself and boy did they work! She had a pair of black leather gloves that the fingers were cut off at the knuckles; these worked the same way as the boots did.

The truck pulled up at the glass house. "This it?" she asked cocking an eyebrow. "Yea just looking at it gives me the creeps," said one of the officers said. "OH quit whimpering or I'll buy you a dress." She mumbled climbing out of the truck and walked up towards the house. "Hey don't forget your glasses!" one of the officers yelled. "In case they didn't tell you, I don't need 'em," and with that she walked into the house.

"Holy shniper monkeys," she said to herself looking at the wreckage. I wonder what's down here, she thought to herself walking down to the basement or what was left of the basement. Anja looked at the containment cells and shook her head, she came across one that had a beat up car in it, she arched an eyebrow staring at it I wonder what this was, thought walking up to the car and running a hand over it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a crash behind her, "So it begins," she said and turned around. There before her stood the Juggernaut, the Jackal, and the Torn Prince. "Hello little girl, are you afraid?" said the Jackal laughing insanely. "Dude, why should I be? I mean come on now. Look at yourself through perspective. 1, you have a huge box on your head it's hard to take someone seriously when they have a box on their head. 2, you start laughing after each sentence. 3, you look like a girly." The Jackal lunged at her only to be met with her foot in his face knocking him into the containment cell across from her.

"How the hell did you do that?!" said the Torn Prince. "Humans can't touch us," "That's where your wrong, without my gloves on I cant touch you," took off her glove and tried to poke him in the stomach. "But with my gloves on," poked him in the stomach. "Do you understand now?" she asked raising an eyebrow. The Torn Prince nodded and took a swing at her head; Anja caught the bat and ripped it out of his hands. She shook her head "That wasn't nice at all," swung the bat connecting with the Torn Princes' head sending him flying into the same containment cell as the Jackal.

"You might have been able to hurt them but its going take all you got to hit me," the Juggernaut said with a wicked smile and went to grab her arm. "I like a challenge," Anja jumped out of the way hitting the Juggernaut in the head with the bat. The Juggernaut let out a yelp of pain and dove at her, Anja ducked out of the way watching him sail into the containment cube that held the Jackal and the Torn Prince. She rubbed her hands together. "That should hold them," she started to walk away twirling the Torn Princes' bat in her hand. "We have to kill her! WHY CANT WE KILL HER?!" Yelled the Jackal angrily. "SHE'S MINE I TELL YOU!" he ran after Anja. Anja kept walking not knowing her fate.