Snake (simon riley)

Reveal

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She walked along the streets, police sirens sounded around her. She still had her brown jacket on that she had stolen, which was now splattered with blood. She walked, stalking through a neighborhood, her knife in hand.
She creeped around the side of a house, stalking through the grass to a backyard where she found a clothes line. She examined the clothes before picking out a pair of baggy pants which were way to big for her, a new shirt, and some boots were were laying on the ground. She thoroughly searched the rest of the yard before walking over to a set of bushes, once she was behind the bushes she quickly slipped her shorts off, then put the pants on. She repeated the same process with her shirt, slipping her jacket back on, then lacing her boots.
She walked out from behind the bushes, strolling through the backyard. She lurked around the rest of the neighborhood being careful to stay behind buildings.
After a few minutes of walking she was making her way through another backyard when a woman's voice ran out

"Hi sweetie, what are you doing all alone out here?" The kind woman asked

She turned, facing the woman, not uttering a word

"Would you like to come in? You must be freezing" The woman asked, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she gave the girl a warm smile

The girl hesitantly approached the door, walking into the woman's home, which was decorated nicely, and smelled of freshly baked bread, candles were lit around the house

She sat down on the woman's couch, pulling a book off the coffee table in front of her

She opened the book, which contained photos and names of snakes, her eyes scanned over the photos before they stopped on a brown snake with stripes, she glanced at the name below it, a small smile on her face

The woman sat down across from her

"Whats your name honey?" The woman asked, concern filling her eyes

"Adder" The girl muttered, shutting the book
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Her muscles pumped, her heavy breathing audible as the bag swung with each hit, sweat dripped down her toned muscles as she hit the punching bag again and again

Her eyes were slightly bloodshot, she hadn't slept all night, sleep was impossible to find after she found the photos, and the phone call had her especially confused, her emotions were clouded, a mix of rage and confusion.

So she took it out on the punching bag, all her anger and her pain.
She was wearing clothes that were unusual for her. Free time was something she usually didn't have, always in her tactical gear. So now she had her mask on, a long sleeved shirt, and cargos.

Not only was she taking her anger out, but she was training...preparing herself. She thought that after years she had finally gotten rid of the source of all her pain and hurt.....Nikolai.

Turns out he wasn't the only one. A terrorist by the name of Makarov had organized the whole thing, and now she was angrier then ever, she had gotten rid of one of her biggest problems, now it turns out theres another.

She didn't know how or when, but she would find a way to kill him, rid of of this world and send him where he belongs.

One down....one to go
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He walked down the hallway, he hadn't seen Viper since the mission yesterday, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was worried about her, which was unusual for him.

He was especially worried because once they boarded the plan she seemed off, her usual cold demeanor was gone, replaced by something he couldn't quite read