I remember this. We should continue it, although I completely forgot the plot Sorry for not updating.
༻༺༻༺༻ Colette cautiously peered around the corner. As a rule, she despised all Indians, and didn't care for any of them to see her. The woman's camel's hooves made a distinctive thudding sound as it plodded docilely along. She smiled. A camel was not a good animal to ride when trying to remain unseen. The French spy could easily follow the Indian as she slipped through the throngs of people. She trailed behind her at a reasonable distance. But what she didn't know was that they were heading into the poorer section of the city, a place where she was sure to be noticed. ~<>~<>~<>~ Colette shuddered as filthy hands clasped her pale ones. The owner of them was a frail old lady, half dead from her starvation. "Please," she croaked. "Do you have something to eat?" Wild-eyed with anxiety, fearing she might break down with a panic attack, Colette hastily snatched a piece of half-chewed bread and threw it at her. She tried to snort contemptuously but only managed a weak sniff. "J-just take this." Sighing, she silently cursed the stammer in her voice. "Get… get away from me." The woman had greedily gobbled up the bread and was now scrabbling in the dirt for crumbs. Colette's generosity had not went unseen by the other beggars; now they were crowding her, touching her, pleading for food and money. She screeched in terror and twisted away from them. Then she ran. Ran. And ran. Until she reached Anika. Panting with exhaustion, Colette nearly fell over at the sight of the strange woman being charitable. She was feeding the starving children. Logic told her the Indian was not a cold-blooded assassin; instead a caring, innocent person. Instincts told her this woman was living a lie. Which one should she believe? In truth, both were correct. But if she had known that at the time, perhaps she would have chosen differently. After all, Colette was a sworn enemy of all Indians. She wanted to avenge the death of her brother. But didn't want to break down at the mere mention of the traumatizing incident, of course. The latter was far more likely, she conceded reluctantly. It was better to get this job over with quickly than to draw it out, waiting for the perfect opportunity. This would have to do. Colette drew her dagger, the long, sharp blade glinting in the afternoon sun. She chose instincts. The woman was going down. ༻༺༻༺༻
~~~~~~~~~~ Anika suddenly felt some eyes creek up to her, as she didn't have any sudden reaction to it, she just knew that something was going to get her. But she wouldn't let it happen, not any day. She looked up from behind, and a white woman with luscious blonde hair held a gun to her face, and her eyes were glaring with the exact words of hate and disgust. Anika was confused. How could anyone be mad at her, when she barely made contact to anyone. Anika's mind was racing, and slowly the woman with a French accent told in a low voice,"What exactly the hell are you? What are you trying to pull?" she yelled in Hindi, and the children were frightened and ran away, with the basket, so that no food was going to waste. It made Anika twitch, at the sight of the woman. She seemed like she was a cheerful, woman that was supposed to be in the arms of her family, but she has this to deal with. An intimidating, French poodle. Anika sighed, and said in a clear tone, in English,"You see, I not here to hurt. I here to help." Anika didn't want the woman in get way, trying to figure out and blow her cover for an agent. The woman still had a harsh tone, with the gun ready to shoot, as a tiny click ringed,"I will tell you once more, Indians are no less than to be killed. Every one of you....you....."She trailed off. Tears were forming to her ocean-like eyes, but she held it back. Anika seemed curious, but she wasn't ready to die. Not yet. And that's when it came. The woman shot the bullet, but Anika escaped quickly, and tossed the gun into the village, unaware of where it could be. The woman struggled, and was very strong. Unexpected for Anika. They twisted and turn, and kicked and punched each other, but Anika was quicker, and finally slammed her to the wall, where the woman was bleeding on her forehead, panting. Anika was bleeding all over her body, but wiped it away gently with a spare cloth. The woman fell down to the wall, trying to run away, but Anika did something the woman did not know. She bent down and looked straightly in her eyes. The woman was startled, and tried to swing, but she couldn't. Anika has curious eyes, shifting around her face and features, looking. Anika was confused. Who was the woman. Anika sat down quietly, not caring for the dirt, and said quietly, with the softest tone possible.... I don't know why you look for me, I'm not worth the fight. The woman looked at her fully, and she felt insane that her sworn race would ask a question. They would ruthlessly kill everyone, and were animals, as what she had been told. She completely trusted in her agency, but she now thought that she might feel disconnected from everything. Anika stood up, started to walk away. ~~~~~~