I watch and wait for the perfect time to strike. She sits there smiling next to Ryan, oh, how I despise her, evil sister. Wait; did I just call her my sister? Twitch! OMG, I claim her not to be my sister. That's my queue. I pick my gun up for the ground as I slowly, still crouched, slowly, sneak closer. I'm in regular shoes today, for once. My high-heels make too much noise for a job like this. I'm dress differently as well. I'm wearing a pair of sweats and a Canada T-shirt. I aim my gun close to her head. I shoot. Of course, she catches the bullet, as if she were Bull's-eye from Daredevil. She is in my life. And I'm Elektra. Hoping to win the fight. She's spotted me. I run behind the wall and continue firing. She catches every bullet, throwing them each, one by one, to the ground. I flip forward, drop my gun, I'm standing atop the wall. She closes in. I flip her around like a pancake. I throw her down. I pull her up and throw her again. Over and over, I repeat the process. Finally she gets up on her own and kicks me in the face. I wipe the blood. She slaps me. Over and over again. I flip back, and kick her in the face in the process. I'm atop the wall again. Why there's a wall there, I have no clue. But it's not like I care. She pushes me off. The wind's knocked out of me. Fifty times, I take another breath with an ambiance of nothing left. I get to my feet again. 'You witch,' I can barely speak let alone fight. She pulls a knife and stabs my left side below my stomach. I fight the pain and try not to scream. I pull out the knife. 'I'm sick…..of…..you.' Holding my stomach, I reach down, pick up my gun and take a cloth out of my bag and tie it tightly around me, as she taps her foot, waiting. I shoot again. And again. I hit her in the arm. 'I'll be back to get you.' I gasp for breath. And walk back to the spot of my house…away from her