Sweetly Insane

Chapter 1: Royaume du Feu (Kingdom of Fire)

"Merde! You'd think one wouldget used to the cold." Alexa was shivering, hugging her arms around her body for warmth. She was quietly making her way into what looks like an apartment building, carrying a large 50.cal Barrett M82 sniper rifle on her back. She briefly considered warming her hands with her abilities as a fire witch, but quickly decided against it. If the human authorities caught her, she'd be in a lot of trouble. As she makes her way up to an elevator, she walks past a group of teenagers, looking at her as if she was an alien. To them, the sniper on her back looked like an ordinary-looking walking stick, glamoured to avoid drawingany unwanted attentionto herself. She grins a toothy smile at them, briefly making her normally dark blue eyes flash a fiery amber, just to scare them a bit. But they just frowned at her, glaring at her as the doors to the elevator closed.

"Kids don't get scared like they used to." She grumpily crossed her arms and leaned against the side of the elevator.  She thought back to the days when the legend of the shadow witch first started making its way through France. Alexa had grown tired of the other children bullying her, so she decided to take matters in her own hands. She giggled, recalling her grandmother's expression upon learning it was Alexa that had been scaring the other children.  She was the infamous shadow witch.

Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted when the elevator reached the roof of the building. She groans loudly as she stepped out into the icy cold air outside. Other than the slight freezing breeze coming from the east, the night's sky was clear. While setting up her sniper, facing the desired building, she lights herself a cigarette.

"Now what did I forget?" Alexa taps her chin with her index finger, deep in thought. Her pupils dilate when she received an answer.

"Oh! You're right. Duh. Thank you." She waved her hand and locked any and all entrances to the roof of the building. Still shivering, she lays down on the icy concrete on her stomach. Her target tonight was a ruthless gang leader, calling himself Mad Dog. He was responsible for the murder of four innocent women he kidnapped, refusing to work for him as prostitutes. She had a human informant, a police officer named Martin Seymour, who provides her with all the information she needs. She's been watching Mad Dog from the shadows for the past few days, learning his daily movements and routines.

"Ah, 11pm on the dot. Time to add some color to the  walls." She whispered excitedly to herself. As per his usual routine, Mad Dog was in his penthouse of his building, getting ready for bed. She had a good view of his room, grimacing when she spots a blow up doll on the bed next to him.

"Fucking loser." She watches through the scope on the sniper, getting her aim. Like she's done countless times before, Alexa steadies her heart beat and evens her breathing. Once Mad Dog reaches for the lamp on his bedside table, she breathes in through her nose and exhales through her mouth, before holding her breath. She smiles as she pulled the trigger, the rifle barely making a sound thanks to the silencer attached to it. Just as his light goes out, the 50.cal bullet hit his temple, painting his bedroom wall bloody red.

"Got you." She smirks, taking out a piece of paper and crossed off Mad Dog's name. On the paper, a list of all her targets, made up of rapists, murderers, pedophiles, kidnappers and child traffickers. She lays there for a minute, trying very hard not to let her hyper excitement get beyond her control. She rolls over onto her back and looks up at the moon, smiling happily. She puts on her headphones, and listened to some classical music.

After a few minutes of smiling to herself, her stomach rumbles loudly. She gets up and starts packing up her set up, before lighting another cigarette. Just as she hooks the rifle over her shoulder with the strap, one of the entrance doors is kicked open. Unbeknownst to her, 6 police officers approached her, guns pointed at her.