Bea was walking alone through a dark alley hoping not to run into any of the kids who usually drank and smoked in the area when all of a sudden she heard voices. Her eyes widened in shock. They had found her. She pulled down her hood casting a shadow over face causing her to look not even half as dangerous as she really was. Her hazel eyes cast downward as she started to walk away. She felt a hand placed on the shoulder of her black leather jacket and cursed inwardly.
"Hold on a second-" Before the guy could finish his sentence Bea had flipped him to the ground and had a foot on his chest. The man looked up to see her smirking at him, then he looked down at his chest to see what was restraining him from breathing. He saw a leather black boot with a silver buckle, the heel placed right above his heart.
He smirked attempting to hide his fear behind a confident façade "Come on now El- ahh-" he was interrupted by the boot pressing harder into his chest. She reached down and grabbed the gun that was attached to his side when she saw him reaching for it. He felt her bend down and watched as she grabbed the top of his shirt pulling him to his feet. Her lips in a scowl as she twirled the gun in her hand and in one swift movement she managed to knock him out with the back of the gun. She dropped the gun and the body to the pavement before looking around and sprinting back off into the shadows.
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Bea Razlevu and the beginning of the end
Teen FictionBea Razlevu is a girl, no ordinary girl. She ran away from home at 14 and no one knows why. She can fight like an assassin and no one knows why. She has the knowledge of people far beyond her years and no one knows why. She wont let people in and no...
