Disclaimer: The usual. If I haven't owned Twilight for the past 9 chapters I certainly don't own it for this one…sigh
Ayra turned her motorcycle off and stared at the house through the pouring rain. No one was home; they were all out playing baseball. Pulling her cloak closer, she approached the house.
Taking a moment to examine the door, nothing special on it, she kicked it. It didn't move. She did it a second time, still nothing. But the door was starting to give. Finally, a third kick made the door fall open.
"Third time's the charm." She laughed. Racing upstairs, Ayra skidded to a halt in front of Casey's room. Glancing around the room, she grabbed his glasses, both them and their case, and a jacket along with a shoe. She placed them neatly in the bag on her motorcycle.
Ayra replaced the door to disguise her break-in. They wouldn't know. Riding off to a street near the school, Ayra left her bike and evidence. She waited for a group of boys to come past the alley she was hidden in.
"Hey, boys. You guys look like you could help a little girl like me." She said in a childish voice. The leader looked at her, but couldn't see her. He came closer, stepping into the street light. Ayra saw a knife on one, another weapon on another, and the last unarmed.
"Show yourself." The leader yelled at the darkness. Ayra reached for her whip. They were still too far to attack with light reaching her.
"Come on, I need some help." She crooned.
They came over, just one more step. One realized she was armed, but it was too late. She cracked her whip across the guy's chest, then flicked it around another's legs and pulled back, causing him to fall. The leader's knife fell and slid toward Ayra. She picked it up and threw it at the last one standing. He fell to the ground, dead.
The one that fell got up to punch her. She ducked so that he hit the wall. She came up punching him in the gut. Ayra felt a rib break and his heart stop from an overload. The last got up and ran toward her. She stepped to the side and punched him in the back. He fell and she broke his neck to be sure of a kill.
Wandering back to the bike, she put the shoe in one victim's hand, tore the jacket and put it in another's hand, and placed the broken glasses by the last.
"Poor child, he never had a chance." She sighed, wiping the handle of the knife off, Ayra pulled out a piece of paper. On it was Casey's handprint. Pulling the tape off, she wrapped it around the handle.
Mounting her bike, Ayra sped off into the dawn, the deads' blood turning the rain water red.
And the plot thickens…once again! What do you think? Please review!