Shotguns and Roses

Cobra

                        KatelynnPOV
I put my key in the door and took a deep breath before turning the handle and entering my house, knowing that I probably wouldn't be met with anything pleasant. Sure enough, I had barely crossed the threshold before I was accosted with a slap across the face - deja vú much? There was no time to dwell as I looked from my feet to the fierce eyes of my furious father.

"Why are you home so late!?!" he yelled in my face, almost loud enough to make my ears ring. I knew for a fact that it was only just after five, meaning that he had probably only been home for ten minutes at most. I wasn't sure why this was such an issue, but I went along with it.

"They kept us at school a little later than usual," I lied convincingly in a quiet voice while silently praying that he was in a better mood than yesterday. I guess fate was on my side this time because he just grumbled and walked away. My lucky day, I guess. As soon as he went into his room and slammed the door behind him, I quickly went to my own room and locked the door... finally, some security! I sat down at my desk and pulled out my homework, wondering why in the hell teachers think it's a good idea to give it to students right before weekends. It's almost like they want us to hate them, for some reason. Whatever - at least I don't have to worry about my father, since he's never home on the weekend, doing whatever he does. I don't care to know and I certainly am not going to ask. Luckily, I finished my homework pretty quickly, and decided to just chill on my phone for a while, scrolling through social media and playing games to pass the time. I still had a few hours before I needed to leave for work, anyhow...

                  Time skip to 10:00PM

I plugged in my phone and went over to my closet, not worried about staying quiet since my father has this thing for going to bed early. Since there's absolutely no way he's still awake, I'm all good to leave. I opened up the closet and felt along the side of the wall until my hand bumped against a handle. Said handle opened a four by four safe without a lock. I have no idea why it's there, but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. It's the world's best hiding place... and I definitely have things to hide. I grabbed out my suit and put it on - it's made of this strange rubbery spandex material, and it's hard to explain the feel of it. The suit consisted of tights, a long sleeved shirt, gloves, a utility belt with various items such as smoke bombs and knives. My combat boots, which make me like three inches taller - something that I certainly don't mind - and my mask, a weird sort of bandana that goes over my nose and covers from just under my eyes all the way down my face, a long sleeved hoodie made out of some type of breathable material and two long sheaths that cross crossed at my back completed the outfit and made it look far less like a wetsuit and much more like what I really am. Lastly, there were my weapons. I have many, but the ones I decided to take with me tonight were throwing knives, a combat knife, two pistols, some basic things like extra mags, and smoke bombs. And, finally there were my prized possessions: two long, shiny, and gorgeous katanas. I put all of these weapons in their places - hidden pockets, my belt, and my sheaths - and pulled up my hood before taking one last look around my room. I opened my window and jumped out of our two story house, landing gracefully on the thin strip of sod landscaping below and beginning to walk down the sidewalk. I got about a block away before climbing onto the roof of another house, proceeding to run and jump across roofs in order to exit the neighborhood as quickly and discreetly as possible... or so I tried to convince myself that this came from a logical standpoint. However, part of me knew I simply enjoyed the feeling of freedom that running across rooftops gave me - it was one of the few things that I could get it from, sadly. After a while, the neighborhood came to an end and the more city-like area began - I jumped down from the last house into an alleyway and walked over to a vehicle repair shop. The back door was wide open as always, so I went inside and headed straight towards my motorcycle, which was parked in it's spot as always.