I stand against the wall in a dark alley, waiting for my next victim. A very indigous man by the name of Slicer. Just thinking of the name gives me the chills. I brush my brown hair out of my face and listen for footsteps. They get closer and I get ready to strike. Stepping out of the shadow with my chainsaw in hand and a smile on my face, I see him. I guy about 6 foot with a sharp smile. "Sorry Sir, but Im afraid its half past your deadtime," And with that I swiftly run past and slice him clean in half right at his belly button. "Piece of cake," I say before rubbing my chainsaw with my finger, leaving residue. I bring it to my lips and lick it off with a smile. Walking back to my team I hear something behind me and stop. I set my chainsaw down and pull out a sword, ready to slice my next target. I turn around to see at the tip of my blade was a familiar face. "Woah, Sakura, its just me." "Sorry, but you shouldnt have snuck up on me like that...you should know better considering what happened last time."
Let's just pause our story for a sec so I can tell you about me.Yes, My name is Sakura. I have Brown hair and Red eyes. My weapon is a chainsaw and Im part of a special group called Cherry Bomb. Dont ask, I didnt come up with it. If I would have it would have been called Bloody Reputation. Where do I start. Well I've always had this thing called trust issues. Lucky you even got this much out of me. Im 15 and yes, I go to school like the rest of this misrable population. Thats all Im telling you about me so yeah. Back to our story.
