The dark alley is filled with many mysteries; from spontaneous shadows to unexplained footsteps. But all this didn't bother the little five-year old girl. She strolled around the darkness as if it were her natural habitat. Suddenly, laughter erupted from the corner of the dim streets, causing the little girl to snap her head towards that direction. A sadistic smile appeared on her face as she sped to the sound, jumping on a lamppost, and observing. Two thugs in black uniforms twirled knives in their hands. From the corner of her eye, she saw a man scrambling around, trying to find a way out of the dead end. Within minutes, a scream echoed through the night, a body slumped against the ground, and organs splattered all over the ground. The thugs laughed and ripped the golden watch off of their victim's bloody hand. Just as they were about the leave, the little girl jumped down from the lamppost, causing them to stop in their steps.
"Hello darling. What are you doing out here in this hour? You should be back home with your mommy and daddy," one chuckled.
"They're dead," was all she said.
The nonchalance in her voice made them stop chuckling and take a closer look at the figure I front of them. One may have thought that she was just a normal girl by her tiny height and innocent disposition. But if one were to look closer, they would see her long, floor length raven hair. They would see her long black dress, dripping with blood. They would see her black leather gloved hands. They would see a huge scar running across her right eye. But most importantly, they would see the death and evilness behind those dark ruby eyes.
"Why did you kill him?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in honest interest.
"It's none of your business girl," the shorter male said, growing a little cautious of the figure in front of him.
"This is my territory. You shouldn't have ventured beyond your lines. Now I have to kill you," she said innocently.
"Back off little girl. We can easily take you on one handed," they hissed.
A chilling laughter filled the air, causing the air to tense.
"Kill me? You thick-headed pigs really think that you can take on me?" she asked, amused.
"Don't be so cocky," the taller male hissed.
"But I'm not," smiled the little girl.
"That's it. Let's get rid of her and be done with it," the other one hissed, getting ready to charge at the little girl.
They ran straight at her, unaware of that the corners of her mouth lifted just the slightest at the new game. Mere milliseconds before they jabbed the knives into her body, she disappeared.
"What the bloody hell?!" they hissed.
"You're so slow," came a chilling voice from above.
The two thugs snapped their heads towards the top of the wall. The little girl was sitting there casually with her legs dangling off the edge.
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