Chapter 1:

A Walk in the park

Heat rose from the ground. The cops had been on her tail for a while. She didn't mind though. It was just another walk in the park for her. Ever since she was seventeen she had been a mercenary and thief. She kept close to the wall and kept out of the flashlight's beam.

"Are you sure she went in here?" One asked.

"Well, besides the fact that it's dark, creepy and big, I saw her run in here." The other responded.

"Shut up. She might hear us."

"She can't. She's probably on the roof by now."

"Then why are we here Jackman?"

"I dunno. You're in charge Forten."

"Just shut up." Forten commanded. She snickered at their stupidity and skillfully leapt up to a beam above. She crawled on the beam following them: debating if she should just shoot them or cut their throats out with her sword. She stepped in the wrong spot that made a loud creak.

"What was that?" Forten jumped. "It came from around here somewhere." She stayed completely still and rose to her feet. She stepped in the same spot intentionally to toy around with them. Their hearts thumped out of their chest. They cast the light around the small room everywhere except up. She rolled her eyes and stomped on the beam as hard as she could causing it to cave to the floor with a loud echo. They spun around and shined the flashlight at the beam and up where it had fallen and caught a small glimpse of her.

"There she is!" Jackman yelled and ran after her. She laughed softly and ran. She dodged in and out of the beams and jumped from side to side.

"Stop in the name of the law!" Forten yelled drawing out his gun. "If you do not stop, I will shoot." That was almost too much for her. They could barely keep up with her speed let alone try to aim and fire. She ran across a weak point and fell to the ground. She skillfully landed on her feet and absorbed the shock of the fall and sped off.

"Fire! Fire Jackman!" Forten commanded. Jackman drew out his gun and began to fire recklessly.

"His aim sucks." She laughed. She took a sharp left to a dead end. "Well, I guess this will be fun." She backed up to the small window and looked out. "Note to self, never run up to a twentieth floor dead end with cops chasing you." She thought quickly and let an evil smile spread across her face. She adjusted her hood so only her eyes could be seen and grabbed her two pistols from their holsters by her ankles and faced the only exit. "Three......two.....one....." As she said one Forten and Jackman appeared in front of her.

"Hands up now!" Forten commanded raising his gun to her. She didn't do anything.

"Hands up now!" Jackman repeated. She peered up at them and her purple-red eyes pierced through the darkness. She detected their fear and loved it. "

Hands up now! In the name of the law!" Forten commanded yet again. This time she snickered.

"What's so funny?" Jackman demanded. Her snickering grew into a soft laughter. "Speak now!" Jackman demanded. Her laughing grew louder and spine chilling. She stared them straight in the eye and extended her arms, pointing her pistols right at them.

"Shoot Her!! Shoot her!!" Forten yelled. Jackman shut his eyes and fired. Her laughing ceased and she began to fire continuously at them. Bullets filled their bodies and blood splashed to the floor. She kept firing even though she knew they were dead. She just had to vent out the anger that was captivated inside her. She lowered her guns and watched the bodies fall limp to the floor in their own blood. She heard more cops coming and made her escape. The reinforcements arrived shortly after she left.

"She got away again." The chief groaned in frustration.

"Chief, Jackman and Forten have fallen." The chief spun around to his fallen recruits. He kneeled down next to them and examined their bodies and rose back to his feet.

"Damn it. What kind of sick monster is this?" He calmed down and turned to his partner. "Contact their families."

"Yessir." He ran to the car and passed other officers and medics. The chief walked over to the broken window and glared down at the street. He saw a shadowed figure casually walk off into an ally. "I swear, one day, I'll catch you. And you'll beg for death."