No One's POV
Now let's flash forward 12 years after that fateful day.
Our story begins in a small town known as Flintwood, at a bar known as Lucky Lucy. A known assassin by the name of Nightshade isn't in the brightest of moods.
Let's just say he's an alcoholic who doesn't like the price of his bill. So instead of solving it the rational way he decided to use violence. Basically he's a grown man throwing a temper tantrum and trying to kill the bartender, because he's not getting his ways.
With all of the commotion going on no one noticed a young girl of the age of 12 and her flying cat companion slip into the bar, undetected.
As the unknown girl and her companion watched the interaction between Nightshade and the bartender, in the shadows, the young girl sighed "Looks like another slay, Soul!"
"Looks like it, Raven!" Creepily giggled Soul the exceed.
Soul is a black exceed with white fur, in the front, shaped like a skeleton. Topped off with her icy blue eyes. Her look is completed with a white skirt and red crop top. She is often seen wearing a red cloak.
Raven is a 12 year old girl with black hair and red highlights. Her cold unforgiving hazel eyes and an X shaped scar on her left cheek are the only connections she has to her past.
Raven is often seen wearing a red dress with blue polka dots sporting from the bottom. While her dark as midnight and blood colored hair is styled in 2 pony tails.
Unexpectedly, the man produced a dagger out of nowhere. Raven knew this was her only chance to save the poor bartenders life.
In the blink of an eye Raven disappeared into thin air, only to reappear behind the unsuspecting assassin.
1 swift kick of her leg sent the man flying head first into the brick wall on the other side of the bar.
Angry, hurt, and downright confused Nightshade turned to face whoever dare disrespect him. After all he is the, self-proclaimed, greatest assassin to ever exist.
Well let's just say, Nightshade wished he never turned around.
Raven slowly walked towards the second rate assassin. Once she was close enough to him so that witnesses couldn't see her face, she smiled a devilish smile. One so creepy it would cause the devil himself would run in the other direction.
Shortly after she smiled the eyes turned an inhumanly red. The color of blood.
Like the true man child he is, the unnamed assassin coward in fear. "W-what are y-you?" He questioned.
"Me? I am death. I am revenge. I am Raven, and I've come here to exact revenge against you for all of the innocent lives you have stolen out of greed. You, selfishly, care more about money than you do about your starving children. Well not anymore!" Stated Raven, "You know Rob ", the man shivered at the mention of his name, "for everyone action there is a reaction. In this case your reaction is . . . Death."
"Please spare me. I-I'll be better I swear!"
Raven smiled, she smiled the prettiest most gentle smiled someone could ever possess.
"No."
With that said Raven thruster her hand towards the man and a black beam erupted from her palm.
Fortunately for Nightshade, who we now know as Rob, Ravens blow didn't hit him, because it was interrupted by a counter attack.
"What the? Who are you?" Questioned a bewildered Raven.
As smoke from the attack faded the figure of a young girl appeared.
To Be Continued In
The Battle Between Life and Death