-XYRA-

1) Introduction

"Xyra, what have you done?" My father asks, staring down at the body on the floor. "It's not my fault, I had to-" I begin. "Leave, leave before someone finds you here and sees what you've done!" Father shouts at me, impatient and eager for me to leave. I take the hint and run. "Don't you dare show your face here again!"

I run far; I don't look back. There wouldn't be much to see anyways, just a dirty, run-down house and an evil father. It's okay though, because I'm leaving it all behind now, as I run, far, and farther still. I run until my bones are aching and I can't breathe. I stop, only now taking a break to catch my breath. Where am I, anyway? I take a look around at my surroundings, not recognizing where I am. Sighing, I lean against a building. This is where I start over, this is where everything changes.

That was a couple years ago, I've changed a lot since then, changed everything actually. I'm Xyra, a cold-blooded killer that shows no mercy. I move cities a lot, not wanting to get caught, I don't stay in a place longer than two weeks. I've done whatever I've needed to get by, and it's changed me. Stealing every day, getting chased down and beaten up in alleys, it's all routine now. I don't mind it, not as much as I first did, anyway. I don't feel it anymore, not like I feel much of anything nowadays, though. But it's alright, I manage, and I'll do what I need to as long as it benefits me. I've had to change a lot to just survive in this unforgiving world. I feel so numb.

It's dark, too dark for any normal person to see, but I manage as I've grown used to the dark. I follow closely and quietly behind my target. Don't think, you just need to do it. I think to myself. Only seconds after they enter a shaded alleyway, the job is already done. I take their valuable belongings and leave hastily, no time to waste. I need to get this blood off my clothes.