Chapter 1
After three hours had passed, my mother convinced me to go into the house to warm up, get changed, and sleep. After I had got changed I sat at the kitchen table, slowly drinking a cup of coffee. Me and my mother made small talk while we slowly finished off the twelve cups of coffee the coffee pot could make. After a few minutes we sat there in silence, smiling a bit. I let out a soft laugh, my mood uplifting a bit. I looked around the kitchen, hearing creaks coming from the wood.
All around us was silent, except to the soft ticking coming from the clock that hung on the living room wall. We enjoyed the silence that was around us. Then all of a sudden we heard a loud, ear shattering scream, the sound of a hand gun go off, then silent. Nothing. Everything was like time itself had stopped. I looked at my mother as she just gave a slight nod. I walked into my room, getting changed into black leggings, a black sleeve-less turtle neck, and black socks with a pair of knee high boots. I tied my waist long brown hair up into a high ponytail with a blood red ribbon.
I grabbed my long bladed katana, which I had tied to my waist. I had a few throwing knives, and a dagger in a small bag on the back of my waist. I had a hand gun in bag as well so I wouldn't be seen carrying it around. I slowly slunk out of the house, and to where myself and my mother had heard all the noise. I wore no jacket as I hardly ever grew cold. I got to the spot then frowned, seeing one of the girls I had known back in grade three. Her throat was slit and a bullet though her brain. I let out a slight sigh, shaking my head. I said a silent prayer, kneeling down to the girl. I smiled slightly, closing her eyes as I said a soft "Good-bye". Her eyes held fear and sorrow.
I hung my head for a few moments, thinking of a few good memories that I had had with the girl when suddenly a tall figure dressed in a white cloak with some weapons and a hood over his face dropped down. My eyes darted to him, trying to take in some facial features but the shadows clung to his face, hiding him. I growled slightly, taking a defensive step back, going to get ready for a fight.