Bump boy bump!!! Oh btw I added you in my story Something Missing because I'm not continuing Meredith
Female, arrogant, master of weapons. Takes law into own hands, and kills without mercy. Wanted by both sides of law. Dark-witted and sarcastic. Is this alright? insert in ur fav girl's name.
Chapter III The glass shattered and flew dangerously into the room. I turned just in time to avoid the small yet deadly fragments of glass. But a drop of crimson hit the thick rug. I touched my cheek and felt the area where the glass had made contact with. Just a superficial wound; I should be fine. I looked out of the window, only to find more of the thugs quickly approaching the house. Immediately, I ran up to my bedroom. I dived onto my bed and frantically pulled the mattress up, revealing a slightly rusty dagger. It was the only weapon I had. It would have to make do. As I ran out of my room, I felt a sense of impending doom. As soon as my head stuck out of the door frame, a fist smashed into my jaw, flinging me to the end of the corridor. I grimaced and looked up to see a hooded figure. In his left hand was a sharp blade Whig glistened when sunlight beat down on it. But it wasn't the usual reflective gleam. Instead, it gleamed red. Then I realized, it wasn't a red gleam. It was blood. It was the person who killed my guardian. A wave of ferocity swept over me, but I knew I wouldn't stand a chance against the individual. I turned around and fled. It wasn't exactly the bravest thing to do, but I didn't want to end up like my guardian. I didn't know where I was going. I just ran. Past the town hall, the city square, and into the market, when I finally realized the thugs were hot on my heels. And not only that, they were gaining on me. I took a risky look back to see how many of them tree were, to see if I could possibly throw a few punches and get away. But 15 grown men with machetes against a boy with a rusty dagger. The odds weren't too good. And when I turned around only to find a hand pushing me onto the uneven cobble ground. The female stood tall and proud, staring at me with disgust. The thugs seemed confused too. They hesitated, and when one of the bugger thugs shouted some incoherent words, the group finally split into two. So it seemed the female was also wanted by the same people as me, but why? Without thinking I blurted out, "Since they're after you too, why don't we stick together?" She scoffed and exclaimed "Oh and a 15 year old will save me and be my knight in shining armor! You'll just slow me down!" With that, she kicked me kicked me into the thugs, unsheathed a longsword and decapitate two thugs with one strike. Screams resounded through the market as witnesses fled at the sight of the gory scene. Arrogantly, she lifted her sword to the leader's neck and whispered, "If you're smart enough, you will not follow me." And then she turned around, walking towards the woods. One of the thugs grabbed my collar and lifted me up, breaking into a smile. And then I saw him. Hooded and concealed in some shrubbery, he notched an arrow onto his bow and took aim at the female. If he had shot her there and then, she would have been a goner. But instead, turned to face me, and fired the arrow...
Gasp! And I shall add a character! Farrah Looks: Tall, auburn hair down to her waist, tan skin. Personality: Mysterious, nice, not the proudest about her job, tends to yell at people if they can't keep up with her. Skills: Uses a katana and poisoned throwing knives as weapons for an assassination, but she prefers hand to hand combat with enemies. Flexible and can climb well, ability to lock pick almost anything, and very stealthy.