Running. My second favorite pass time.

My hair blowing in the breeze and the accessional swerving car when they look at me. I smile to myself. When my phone beeps. Slowly coming to a walk I answer.

"What"

"Is that anyway to say hello to your best friend" I roll my eyes

"Ok…what Lissa" she chuckles

"That's any better but I'm going to ignore it because you're my best friend" I snort

"since when has that ever stopped you from going upside my head before" I say rembering the last time I made her mad cause I set Christian on fire. This really wasn't a big deal the bastard healed anyway not a single burn no evidence I like to say.

"Yeah well I'm in a good mood today"

"Did you finally break up with that that pyro" she scuffs

"Rose you cannot call him pyro when you're the one who set him on fire in the first place" she screeches as I remove the phone from my ear to keep from going death. I roll my eyes

"Whatever he should have never called me fat maybe then he wouldn't be jumpy every time he's near a campfire" she sighs.

"That doesn't matter I wanted to tell you I got you a blind date" as soon as the words leave her mouth I trip over a rock I didn't see and almost face plat, but managing to catch myself with my fast reflexes. Then hissing into the phone.

"You did what"

"I got you blind date hes really cute and I think you might like him. Besides its time you settle down anyway" walking into my house I huff at her comment.

"Settle down Lissa I'm fucking twenty-two why the hell would I do that"

"Does it matter your going on the date and that's it and I don't care if you have work "she stresses the word work on work her way of telling me I don't have a job. Although I do if I told her she'd have a cow " you need this and you're going to do it dammit"

"oh my gosh Lissa did you curse" she growls before hanging up. Tossing the phone on the bed I strip and slide into the shower. As the steam trails down my back, to my thighs, and then my feet I sigh using my hands to support myself. Lissa what have you done. I've always told her 'Lissa stay out of my dating life' shed say ok then go and do some dumb shit like this. NO this is worse I don't know if they work for her. The bitch who been trying to kill me for three years now because I left a nasty gash on her face after a job my father gave me.

"Tasha" I say it like a curse. It is a curse. I have to deal with this crazy woman who killed my mother trying to get to me after she tricked my father into thinking he had a meeting in Australia. Boy he was not happy to see his dead wife and bloodied daughter when he got home. And no he wasn't surprised he was the reason I did this anyway. I was just following in his bloodied footsteps wanting to make my old man proud. But he left me instead sent me to St. Vlads. Then high tailed it out of my life to grieve in peace. Nobody cares about my grieve he fact that I was there when my mother died. When she foolishly there herself in front of me and took the bullet.

So yeah I can see why no one could see I grieved to. I keep it all bottled up and let it out on my punching bag. I've bought at least five this month sad I know. But now Lissa has to go and set me up.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid" I fuss and let out a yell. Letting myself calm down step out of the shower. Looking at my clock its 8:00pm good I have a job tonight. Slipping into my black cat suite I pull on the attached gloves. I walk to the basement flipping the light switch. Walking over to bar I click a small button. And the closet opens. My weapons closet is the size of a small second bedroom. Covered floor to ceiling in weaponry. From small hand guns to maschettes or a small dagger to a double edged sword. What can I say I get bored.

Rubbing my hand together I think of what I want to play with. ,y old man Abe yeah the guy who left me after he trained me for years. Gave me my first twin daggers. I still remember the look on moms face when I opened it for Christmas. He laughed at her expression and took them from me whispering they'll be in your room. Those were my choice for this job. A woman I guess found out her husband was cheating so she broke up with him. Only he didn't mind at all he's still humping things in a skirt. So she wants me to kill him. Usually I wouldn't take such a petty job I mean so what if he's cheating dump his ass and move on, but I guess when you're married screwing other people isn't on the resume.

So yeah now I got to kill him and she's paying me a good sum to do it to. Pulling on my attached hoody I zip it up where the kneck meets the body. That was spider mans mistake he never kept his mask close. Stupid hero (no offense to spidey lovers) defective costume. Slipping my daggers in their sheaths. I slip out of my house. Placing my helmet on I took off my license plate and put on one I stole a few years back. Putting on a plane black helmet. Can't be stupid and have certain characteristics to draw the cops to you. I set off zooming down silently blinding in with the black of night.