Temper.

4.

Loud footsteps pounding against the cement, allowing only the chorus of disrupted puddles sing. The bass of the drums as the heart beats faster, as the melody on the rain peddles hit the surface of every surrounding object. Sweat mixing with the rain creating a slick shield of preservation produced by the adrenaline. Seconds begin to feel like hours as the sense of escape seeps out of her pores.

To fear means to second guess yourself. Second guessing yourself means death. To be completely unaware of your potential yet also completely aware of your power, is a devastating balance. Like walking along a tight rope above a net of fire. You know you are skilled enough to make it across but unaware of exactly how to do it. That is what it was like for a while... being ignorant for a while felt bliss, until you realize ignorance can be a weapon formed against you. The type of weapon where you do not know you have been hit until it's too late, like a bullet hitting it's target. It's not until you disarm it that you begin to see clarity.

"Find her! I don't care what you have to do. Do not let her escape!" 

Angry, gruntled voices can be heard bouncing off of the buildings, towering over the those foolish enough to hide behind them. There can be many disadvantages to living in the city: traffic, littering, crime rates, overcrowded street. However, she's been one of those people that enjoys being in the city, especially because it's where she spent the main part of her life. Some think it overwhelming because of the amount of people and businesses. For her, she used any towering diversion as shadows and hiding spots from those who would follow.

"Dammit, where the hell did she go? How did you lose her!?! She looks like she's 9, you can't handle a kid?"

Footsteps again, faster, running as if they were being chased. Faster they move, yet further away they go. In the shadows, a small girl slowly emerges. Scanning the area, she allows herself to be revealed and she walks out from the dark corner that shielded her. Grey eyes looking left, right, up and down checking every direction to ensure she was alone. Those clouded irises accompanied by a grey hair that could challenge any storm cloud as it slowly cascaded past her shoulders to her back. To anyone approaching, she would be foreign, a perfect porcelain portrait come to life, except for the scar. By her right eye, a slash that starts above her eyebrows and ends just a little before her ear. Faded and scarred, for the wound had been a tenant on her face for years constantly living serve a reminder

As she begins to make her way away from the shadows and into the nearby alleyway, a voice appears from behind her.

"You might've pulled the wool over on them. But you're not getting away from me". The voice sounded sinister, like a predator circling in on it's pray. Yet, also domineering as if he was the master of his own fate.

Stopping in her tracks, she slowly turns around, facing the direction the sound of the voice was coming from. Cloudy eyes land on the eyes of the owner of the voice. Slightly frowning, she steadies her gaze on him, ensuring him that she was the one he was looking for. Scanning him up and down quickly, she remains unmoved from the position she shifted to, causing a feeling of a challenge bubble up into the man.

"Running was a stupid idea. Coming along would've made things so much easier. Now we have play things my way." Each word spills as he steps closer in her direction, doing his best to maintain his dominance as his own shadow begins to consume her.

Her gaze sharpened as it began to pierce his eyes, slicing through any emotions they could've produced, revealing only one. Unwavering rage. Then as suddenly as his shadow appeared, it was gone as was the lingering presence of domination.

Screams bellowed from the man who was now against the wall on the opposite side of the street on the ground, gasping for breath. Blood became his new complexion as it began to coat his abdomen. The rain acting as natures washing machine, as it pelts down. Water and blood mixing together, in the arms of darkness, neither could be distinguished by touch alone. Peaking through like a sore thumb, lays a pocketknife labeled with the man's blood.

"Running wasn't to save me... it was to spare you."

A voice filled with a void that could only be accompanied by it's own likeness. Sharp and edged, creating slices with each syllable. Each word attached itself to the strangers' ears depleting any morsel of confidence the man once had. Taunting and caressing his audacity while simultaneously stripping away any hidden pride the man may have stuffed away. His widened gaze shifts from his stomach, to the weapon, to the girl who he was meant to capture.

"H-how.. When did you-"

His sentence was ended abruptly as he saw the girl move towards him. Her steps were stealthy, almost to be unheard as if she worked with the rain to render her movements mute. Something in him clicked, the girl wasn't running, she was evading. Running would've showed her ability to fear the outcome of her circumstances. Instead, she chose to remain within arms reach of the threat.

His breath hitched, either from the newly gaping wound, or the sudden realization. This girl wasn't the one in danger at this moment. If she didn't run, then she was never truly afraid. Which means..

She knew that I was watching her.

She crouched down, now becoming eye level again with the man. Slightly tilting her head as if she were amazed with the revelation before her, as i not created by her own hand. Quickly she retracted the blade that she tossed to the ground after it made it's mark. The corner of her lip tilt down, as her eyes remained empty.

"Hmm.."

Slowly, a smoke-like mist began crawling from around the girl, moving like tentacles or a tail, they swayed effortlessly as they began encasing their surroundings. As they began circling around the man he reached out and grabbed the young girl by the throat.

"If I'm going to die, then you're damn sure coming with me."

Squirming, that is what he should have felt, he should have felt her struggling for breath. Instead, the girl remained limp, his grasp, and her gaze unwavering. The swirls had now begun snaking they're up the man leg. As he smirked, thinking this would be their end. His grasp on the girl loosened as the once physical form of the girl was submerged by the smoke, and her with it. The only trail left being the remnants of smoke that now caught up to his wounded abdomen. Quickly, he rose to his feet hoping to outrun the approaching devastation that he had just experienced.

Screams rang through the streets again as the stranger contacted the ground again. Looking at his feet, bound by the smoke, he heard footsteps approaching his head. Looking up, he saw the girl looking down at him. Eyes, creating a ghostly appearance (which is only magnified by the smoke) casting shadows in every step she takes.

"Death is the only part of life that makes singularity a companion to loneliness and leaves residue of despair. Enjoy solitude mister"

His screams are muted by the smoke that finally overwhelms his form. After a few seconds, the man lifeless bodied reemerges from the shadows. It places him next to a nearby dumpster as the girl begins her journey back towards the more populated part of the city. Sirens becoming louder as they head towards the area where the screams were heard. Walking past rushing police, detectives and... some sheros.  Making her way through,  she gives of the appearance of an idling child.

A hero huh.... 

(A/N) Okay so when it comes to my own writing I can never really tell if the writing is good or not. Because I automatically assume my opinion is biased so.. I'm relying on your feedback to see how, if and when I decide to switch up my writing style. So, let me know how you guys are feeling about this book so far. I might stop and make a Levi book instead tho... idk)