Disclaimer: I own NOTHING… PERIOD.

A/N: I screwed up again, didn't I? Why does this keep happening?

Thanks for the advice anyway, it was appreciated.

"Terra…" The voice called, its tone strained. Terra opened her eyes. Pitch black covered her vision. Her feet weren't touching ground. Where was she? "Terra… come, Terra…" The rumbling voice echoed through the void. Terra couldn't move the rest of her body. Something was wrong. She tried to speak but all that came out was hot air. She couldn't talk. "Terra… help me…" It growled in a pleading voice. Her pupils moved uncontrollably, confused and afraid as the voice got louder. She closed her eyes tightly then opened them again to find a blurry image of a figure kneeling above. She groaned in exhaustion. A sharp pain piercing her stomach like a dagger… a dagger! The man that had attacked her earlier stabbed her. She shook her head and looked down at her bandaged wound. This raised questions. Then she realized that David was right there, right above her. Her mouth felt sticky and metallic. She spit at the side to find more blood swimming around in her saliva. She looked back at David with eyes of worry.

"Where is he?" She stuttered, lying back down to ease the pain in her abdomen. David was silent. They both knew who she was talking about. He bowed his head slightly to avoid eye contact. "What happened to him?" Terra demanded as the feeling in her gut got stronger. Something wrong must have happened.

"Terra… he's dead." He mumbled. Terra paused, letting what he had just said sink in to her, processing. She blinked and looked up at him in disbelief.

"You killed him?" She whispered the question as if they could be heard if she raised the level to her voice. Cain gave her an eye but later shook his head to say no.

"No, Terra," He trailed off as he looked back at the other end of the room. Terra followed suit as she slowly but surely rode along his gaze to find out what he was staring at. Once she found it, her breath got caught in between her throat. There, at the end of the room, was the man, impaled by a sharp boulder, drilling him to the wall. Terra couldn't breathe, talk nor think. "That wasn't any normal boulder, Terra; it was carved just for him." David added. Terra was trembling uncontrollably.

"No…" Terra sobbed, her eyes moistening.

"I'm sorry Terra. We never expected your powers to awaken this way." David soothed. Terra's heaving became uncontrollable as she began to tear up out of surprise and fear.

"…No…" Terra whispered, covering her mouth out of shock. David picked her off the ground and headed out the abandoned clock tower with a bad feeling scratching at his stomach. He knew how children were whenever these things would happen. Murder was not tolerable for sensitive people and Terra was certainly among this category. This wouldn't look good in her future.

When David had dropped off a sleeping Terra in Marcello's office and gave him the entire story, Marcello was surprisingly proud of her. He said that if it didn't happen sooner, it would have been worse later on. He was right actually. Terra was in the Mafia now and she was going to have to shed some blood at some time. It was only a matter of time until she had her first kill. David still had his doubts but, on the other hand, this might have happened for the better.

The next day, everyone found a great change in Terra. She would barely speak and would zone off a lot. She also seemed very restless and constantly moping around. The week after was no better. But as time roared by, she went back to her same old self in two months but much quieter. Once the moping faze had lifted, Marcello began giving her jobs again. None of them involved murder but Terra was still hesitant to agree with these new orders. Then one day, during a mission, Terra had killed again. Everyone thought it would cause problems like the last time but it turned out Ok. It was very bizarre but she said that in order to protect herself she would have to go to extreme measures. Marcello was very proud. Cain, on the other hand, was worried and concerned. He was there during her second murder and once he saw how she stabbed that guard and how blank her expression was once she saw his blood smearing her. This wasn't normal yet he knew that Terra would have to train her mind to get used to all this. And though Marcello was proud even he didn't expect such an attitude to arise.

Then two years had passed and Terra had taken a new habit of killing people in the quickest ways possible. Marcello was so happy that he had promoted her from a thief to a hit man. Terra was fifteen at the time and didn't take the promotion happily like most people would if they were promoted. She didn't seem angry either. She just took the job and did as she was told. During that time she had earned herself an apartment and a legal job as a normal, everyday cinematographer. She only films little-known products so she's paid little. Luckily, Marcello pays her cash after a job well-done.

Many things have changed over those two years. Terra finally knew how to drive after getting private lessons from chauffeur Bobby. Her martial arts skills have jumped to a whole new level of speed and strength. She had also mastered the sword with David Cain's intensive training. She would practice holding, swinging and jabbing it around for five hours per day. As for her rock manipulating powers, she had tamed with patience and finally kept under control. As soon as she was able to control that, she began to get creative by forming her rocks into any shape she wanted which also helped a lot during any given job. Terra seemed very comfortable with her life except for one thing always tugging at her. Terra would occasionally get nightmares of her hands being covered in blood and she would look into a mirror to realize that her entire body is stained with crimson. It would end with her screaming in complete fright, soaking her clothes in sweat. It didn't come often so it wouldn't bother her that much during the day. Overall, things were just fine for the time being.

"And cut! That's a rap for today people; I'll see you tomorrow at seven sharp." The director said as he placed on his coat and made his way out along with everyone else. Then he turned around to a young sixteen year old blonde who seemed to be organizing the camera and placing it back in its position. "Hey camera girl... uh… what's your name again?"

"Terra; Terra Capri, sir." The tall girl replied in a small voice as if she were lying.(hint, hint, nudge, nudge)

"Ah, right, Terra. You don't mind cleaning the camera would you? It's kind of in need of dusting. Thanks." He called out, chucking to her a washcloth and slamming the door behind him, leaving Terra in the dark. She shook her head and began to polish up the camera.

In a few short minutes, she was done cleaning her camera inside and out. Once she reached out to the exit door, her cell phone started to buzz in her pocket. Hissing a curse under her breath, she answered it with a well-mannered 'hello', despite her mood.

"Terra, is that you?" A husky voice asked in a whisper. Terra stiffened up and covered her mouth as she responded 'yes'. "Get to my office as soon as you can, got that?"

"Yes sir," Terra responded walking toward the restroom as she put away her phone. In one of the stalls, she dressed up quickly, throwing on her business suit, matching fedora, her oxford shoes and her demonic-looking mask. She was also equipped with a sheath for her sword along with the sword itself. Terra climbed out the window and fell right out the ten storey floor. She spread her arms and legs wide open and, all of the sudden; she began to fly back up into the sky. She extended her arms forward and closed her arms as she flew straight forward at breakneck speed, holding on to her hat as she thought of what Marcello might have in store for her.

Terra entered the office as she relieved herself of her mask by pulling it down to her chest, letting her blonde hair fall over her right eye. The man at the desk, a slightly short brunette at that, grinned at her, his golden tooth gleaming in the little light of the room. Terra bowed to him slightly and straightened up. After an awkward silence Terra asked if he needed a new job done. He nodded.

"Take a good look at this man here," Marcello told her, slipping the picture of a rugged man probably in his sixties down to her. Terra took it up in one hand and did as she was told. It was a white male. He had brown eyes, scarce, grayed hair, a wrinkled, worn face with a goatee and a pointy chin. Terra looked up at Marcello with wondering eyes.

"When do you want him dead?" Terra asked, sliding the picture into her breast pocket. Marcello chuckled and shook his head.

"No, Terra, not today. Today, you're going to escort this man around the city; as his bodyguard. His name is Frederick Costa. Instead of killing people, you'll be protecting him since his bodyguards called in sick and he's a wanted man in the opposing Mafia. He retired but he's still one of us. Whatever he wants you do, understood? He's was a great member of us so you treat him with respect." Marcello ordered. Terra hesitated to nod. His grin got wider. "Don't worry; it's not like he's sexually active anymore. He's got a wife and kids to look after." Marcello comforted. Terra blushed before heading to the door, embarrassed. "He lives all the way down south; you can't miss his house since it's a ten million dollar mansion." He added as he searched his pocket for a cigar. Terra exited, slipping on her mask.

Terra made it to the mansion. It was fairly large and it definitely stood out. Terra was dressed in a pair of hiking boots, khaki shorts, a rugged tank top and brown gloves just to look as casual as possible. Terra rang the doorbell while at its enormous gates. Terra waited for about a minute before losing patience and was about to ring again until…

"Hey, are you from the Playboy Manor?"

Ok, weird ending for a chapter. So sue me… no, wait, you can't. That's too bad. Also, I realized the chapter was pretty small. I apologize for the inconvenience. I'll try to make it a bit longer next chapter. 'Try' being my keyword.

All of that aside, please review and give me advice if I messed up again. By the way, before you think of reporting me for the slight violence in the beginning please think twice. I was being very mild. Thank you. Have a great summer.

Sorry I took so long, I was busy with summer school. I can't help it, I hate math.