screams echoed and bounced off the alley walls, and blood pooled and sprayed on the floor and walls.
a couple and they're child had been slaughtered, in the middle of this chaos, a teen girl.
a fifteen year old much smaller than she should be at her age, she didn't exactly have the ideal upbringing.
she panted, her breath visible on the cold air as she watched the small clouds disappear from her victims mouths.
she wiped tears and blood that and mixed on her face with her sleeve, then desperately shook her arm to stop the blue flame that emitted from it.
"I-it's you! YOU DEMON!" a man cried from the opening of the alley, pointing accusingly.
the girl swiftly spun on her heel and bolted twords him, grabbing his throat and flinging him into a pile of bodies. she was smaller and weaker than she should've been, and yet she can do all this without a weapon.
she punched that mans face in until he stopped struggling, then she continued until there wasn't much left to identify, the blood taking it's place on her face where she had just wiped.
she stood up, noticing the flames had stopped, then hopped a fence at the end of the alley, and sprinted away.
finally coming to a storage building with boarded up doors, she carefully climbed through one of the windows, stepping over the shattered glass, and not changing the appearance on the outside at all.
10 a day, she decided would be a minimum. it was much, much harder than she expected, she hadn't fulfilled it very much, and some days she didn't kill at all. right now she was at 8, and the sun was setting.
she huffed, laying back in the cold dirty floor. she'd take a moment to rest and then go for a small group.
she thought over her plan, that man recognized her, or maybe just one of her features, none of her victims had survived so she didn't know how. or maybe he had just known of a murderer near and assumed it to be her when she was standing over three bodies.
either way she'd have to move soon. every week she travels three towns over, and the police had picked up on this, so she'll travel farther, somewhere more rural, maybe she can wipe out an entire town.
'how is this gonna help you're just furthering their reputation, your hurting everyone involved dumbass'
she stood up, and walked over to a pipe that stood over a drain. she punched the pipe and broke it, cold water spewing out, then cupped her hands and splashed her face with the water, the closest thing she's had to a shower in weeks.
she took off her pants, and looked down at her legs, blue dashes representing days lined them.
a blue light came from the palm of her hand and she hovered it over her leg, wincing as another dash appeared.
these dashes were just bits of magic she had embedded in her leg, which had an added effect of glowing in the dark, but in the light they just looked like blue tattoos.
she counted the marks once more, three months. three months since her twin had died in her arms.
Opal scratched at her neck, a nervous habit she had developed over the past months.
she stood and began putting her pants back on, and ran back out side when she was done.
she broke through the door this time, she wouldn't need to come back.
She stood for a moment. moonlight shined down on her, had she really taken that long? her still wet jet black hair glistened in the soft light, tall blue horns jutted straight up from the top of her forehead head, horns the same shade as her eyes, and an odd tuft of hair on her right side.
