Tahmi sighed and looked to the rising Sun. It was beautiful, the clouds morphing into bright, beautiful colors. The pinks, the purples, the oranges… It was gorgeous. She stood, her black hair falling from the bun, to her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes scanning over the wooden floor underneath her feet as she walked through the hallway.

It was quiet, she loved it that way. She walked into one of the rooms of her dojo and smiled. One of the newcomers, Elijah, had come in yesterday. He was very sick, and injured from a previous battle with the police. He didn't seem like a bad guy, so she helped him like she would everyone else. She didn't know what he did, but she hoped everything would work out for the best.

Elijah was sleeping, the blanket wrapped around his beaten body. He looked better than yesterday; maybe rest was all he needed. She took only a step into the room, when his eyes were wide open and he was sitting up, his eyes wide and alarming.

Tahmi looked to him with a comforting smile. "It's alright, Eli. I patched you up, and you're all better now." She smiled.

Elijah looked to her and raked his finger through his white hair. "Oh, yes. Thank you, Miss. I appreciate it, very much. I don't know what I would do without you. How could I ever repay you?"

Tahmi smiled and sat down beside him. "Just be the best person you can possibly be. Whatever trouble you're in… Just know things will work out for the best." She wasn't going to ask how he had gotten injured, or why he was running from the police. It was best to not ask any questions. Curiosity always killed the cat. Just as long as they were not violent towards her, she would always help them. Tahmi stood and started to walk out of his room.

"Thank you, again. Miss, I will be leaving as soon as possible, though. I do not wish to put you in any danger."

She laughed. "Sir…? I do this for a living. I am always in danger." She smiled. "Alright, but come back if you ever need anything… Alright?"

Elijah smiled. "Alright," he said, pushing himself up from the warm comforts of the bed. He pulled on his shirt and grabbed his katana. "Goodbye, Miss Tahmi. I hope we meet again… Well, not that soon." He smiled, and walked from the dojo.

Tahmi smiled and continued down the hall, continuing to check up on the others. Most of them just needed rest for the night, and all left during the morning. There was only a few left, and one of them she was a bit worried about. He had been there for days, worrying about the police. She suspected that maybe he had killed someone, maybe a cop. She was getting antsy about getting him out. She didn't like murderers. It was the only people she refused to help. She always believed in 'a life for a life,' for it was the way she was taught.

She hesitantly approached his closed door. "Allo..." She said, knocking on the door. "Come on… It's time to wake up." It was silent, maybe he had left. Maybe, not. She put her hand to the knob, but jumped hearing a heavy knock at the door.

"OPEN UP! IT'S THE POLICE!" The Sergeant yelled.

She backed away from the door, and sighed. "Oh, no."

Allo's door was ripped open and she was thrown against the wall. "You bitch! You brought them here, didn't you? You told them I was here! Bitch!" He grabbed his knife and thrust it towards her chest, just as she was looking up.

She moved out of the way, but not completely. Her shoulder was struck, the blade ripping through her flesh. She fell to the floor as Allo ran from the police, which were trying to break the door down.

She ripped the dagger from her shoulder, never screaming once. She pushed herself up, holding her bleeding shoulder. "Damn it." She cursed, and rushed out the back door, same as the others. They had all escaped before the police had come. They were smart, but they were obviously ungrateful, for not telling her the information. They didn't care. She fell to the ground, rushing outside.

Many of the villagers were running from gunfire and the hordes of police. Some of them were being shot and killed out of panic. Her eyes shot to a crying girl, behind one of the dojo's.

"Daddy!" She cried, reaching out for a limp body of a man. Tahmi could already tell he was dead by the great puddle of blood underneath of him. She looked to the young girl, taking her hand off her own injured shoulder. The girl was bleeding from her lip and from her temple.

"Shh… Shh… It's okay." She told her, picking her up in her arms. She was like a feather, light as air. She raced from the village, knowing that the police would probably kill her on spot. She had helped their enemy, their prey. And she would become the hunted.

She ran towards the closest village, looking behind her seeing a group of troops after her and the young girl. They had found her and they would never give up, until they got her. She turned her attention back to in front of her, her black hair rippling behind her. She left a blood trail, which was slowly getting thicker. The village was up ahead, so many people out already. She dodged through the many people, yelling and cursing at her bumping into them.

Her heart was racing, almost jumping straight out of her chest. Her breathing was rapid and shortening as pressure was building up on her chest. She still held the girl tightly, turning around to see how far she was in front of the soldiers. Her eyes widened, seeing that they were closer this time. She let out a small sigh and turned around, running again. "Get out of my way!" She yelled to the people, hoping they would clear a path. "Get out of the way!" She yelled again, starting to get weaker, the blood trickling down the front of her. She was like a wounded animal, and the soldiers were beasts, smelling her fear and blood waiting to rip their razor-like teeth through her.

She tried to breathe and turned around, only knocking into someone. She dropped the little girl, which was still crying hysterically. "I'm sorry!" She said, pulling herself up and grabbing the girl again. "Sorry." She told the man, picking her up.

The light girl was now like a million tons. Both of their bodies were shaking, the girls from fear; hers from weakness and the determination to continue on, to get away…

Keep going, keep going. She told herself, the little girl slipping from her grasp. She couldn't breathe, but she kept going as long and as fast as she possibly could. She turned back, seeing them farther away but still there. She cried out and dropped to her knees, letting the little girl fall to her bottom on the loose dirt.

Tahmi looked over to her; tears were still rushing from the little girl's eyes. "I'm sorry…" She whispered, the soldiers coming up from behind her.

Her shaking arms were the only things holding her up as she tried to breathe, as she tried to move but she was frozen. Her heart was pounding against the inside of her chest, rattling every single part of her. Pressure was building up on her chest, making it feel like she was going to explode. "God… I'm… Sorry…" She breathed.

The soldiers came up, a sly smile wiped across their faces. "The bitch finally gave up." They laughed, unsheathing their swords. One put his foot on the small of her back and kicked her to the ground. He smiled, putting the blade against the back of her neck.