Chapter 1

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A/N: I wrote this story for NaNoWriMo 2014 and it is loosely inspired from fictional characters. I had a lot of NaNo dares so there will be random funny bits in the story which makes it even more better. I really enjoyed writing this.

Ren stared at the tall mirror in the darkest corner of the room. The purple and red disco lights were blazing away but their lights were not reaching her standing in front of the mirror. She was not looking at herself though. She was staring at something in the mirror. She was distracted. Her hands were slightly shaking and she was nervous. After realizing this, she looked down at her cup of coffee which was shaking with her hands. Oh come on Ren, she thought to herself, you've been in a much worse situation than this, you can handle this. With that thought she slipped back and collided with someone resulting in her coffee spilling. She looked up at whoever it was with a slight anger and frustration.

"Oh Ren, I am so sorry," he said looking apologetic. Cory was a friend. He was a good friend but he was not trustworthy. Nobody was trustworthy here. Apart from the ones she handpicked. Of course. She had to turn on the assassin inside her tonight. She had been training everyday but she didn't get a chance to apply the training. Until tonight. Hopefully if her plans go according to the plan.

"It's OK Cory. What is that you've got?" Ren asked over the loud music of the party. Cory flashed his wand and stood back to show his gown. He even had round glasses on. Was he trying to be Harry Potter?

"I'm a wizard from Hogwarts and this is my 8 inch wand," Cory said showing off.

"8 inches? Wow," Ren said without any interest. She was looking around to see if any of her gang was around. There were loads of students here having fun who wore different costumes. One had come wearing an Iron Man suit. Iron Man was not even scary. What the hell was that boy thinking?

Ren herself was Lady Deathstroke. Well, the lady version of Deathstroke. Luckily Cory brought this up. She wanted him to. It was part of the grand plan.

"And what about you? What are you dressed up as?" he asked.

"I am Lady Deathstroke. Master of assassinating," she said innocently and took both of her dummy katana swords out to show him. The swords were made of plastic foam and she nudged her sword in his belly playfully.

"Do you really want to start a fight?" he asked smiling.

"I'll kick your ass every single time like I always have been for the past year," she said nudging her sword more.

"We will see about that," he said.

Ren had been in this school for a year and a half now and this was truly a crap school. This wasn't the school for the rich and posh kids. All the poor people came here. All the crooks and bullies came here and that is what she was going to sort out today.

She didn't notice Cory still standing there. She was distracted when he asked her about her sister. "Where is Rira? I don't see her."

Ren looked around again, this time genuinely looking for her older step sister. "She should have come by now."

Her eyes lingered toward the door when she saw her. Her sister was beautiful. That pretty but forlorn face which made her sad too. Ren loved her. She would do anything for her. Just like she was about to do tonight.

Rira was not wearing anything. At least it didn't look like a fabric. Green vines and branches entangled her body from legs to her hips showing her bare waist and navel. Her breasts were covered with more vines and leaves intermingling with each other. Her green hair dangled perfectly down her shoulders. She didn't wear any heels as she was tall enough. She looked remarkable.

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