A little boy gasped at the sight in front of him. He couldn't believe it. The murderer of his father was finally dead. His dad was finally avenged. And by this little girl? He quickly rushed back to his dilapidated shack, ripping open the already broken door.
"Mother! Mother!" he shouted.
A woman in her thirties was cooking soup when her little son barged in.
"What is it, my dear? How many times do I have to tell you not to treat the door like that?" she sighed, tasting the soup.
"Big Kenny is dead," he whispered.
The woman dropped the spoon, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"What?" she asked.
"He's dead," the child confirmed, his big eyes revealing every ounce of truth in them.
The woman laughed maniacally, leaning against the counter, wiping away her joyous tears.
"Who was the one who killed him? I must pay him or her a visit!" the woman said, digging around for anything of value.
"It was a little girl. She looked barely older than six," said the little boy.
This stopped the woman in her actions.
"A little girl no older than six took on Big Kenny? What tale are you telling me?" she asked, exasperated.
"It's no tale mother. I saw it with my own eyes. She didn't even break a sweat. I'm telling you, she's going to be the new Queen of the gangs," he said.
"Well, nonetheless, let's go pay our respects and thanks," said the woman, covering something in a black pouch.
The little boy led his mother to the center of a graveyard, at the very heart of the little girl's territory.
"Where is she?" asked the woman, looking around.
Just as the little boy opened his mouth to answer, the two suddenly felt a presence behind them. They turned around and saw a little girl with bright ruby eyes and dark raven hair. Just as the little boy said, she looked no older than six.
"What are you doing here? This is my territory," she said, tilting her head.
"I heard from my son that you killed Big Kenny. Is that correct?" asked the old woman nervously.
"Yes I did. Is there a problem?" asked the little girl.
"No, none at all. We just wish to thank you for avenging my husband. Big Kenny killed him a while ago and we were never able to get our revenge. So thank you again," said the old lady, handing the little girl the black pouch.
She smiled an innocent smile.
"Thank you," she said.
"It's not a problem dear. Might I get your name?" asked the woman.
"Astacia Jane Secret, otherwise known as The Atrocious Vulture."
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Within days, her name spread around the gangs like wildfire. The Atrocious Vulture. People cowered in fear when they heard that name. The thought of someone even more powerful than Big Kenny was quite unnerving.
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Astacia opened the black pouch and saw a pendent shaped like a "V".
"Hmm...."
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