The World is Chaotic wherever you go!

The sound of gravel crunching underneath my feet, as I entered a dark alley. The eerie silence fills the air around me, it alerts me that something is about to happen. A man appears behind me attempting to lacerate my throat. My hand snaps up to catch his snagging his it in a matter of milliseconds capsizing him over my back. Smacking him into the pavement. He seemed to jump up and face me in a matter of a few seconds, before I could have slammed my foot into his back.  His face was in mine, he spat some very profound words, as he tried to lash out with his concealed gun. I used his own knife against him, the one he tried to use earlier, as I slice down his arm that held the gun. The blade of the knife cleanly sliced past his thumb and deeply embedded into his elbow. He cries out in pain the cries bounce off the alley walls unheard by the rest of the world. A bullet he fired at me mere seconds ago ricochets against a metal post, hitting him in the gut. A twist of fate to be killed by ones own weapon. I narrow my eyes as I watched the blood coat me like an ocean spray. A faint smile can be found on my lips as laughter erupts from my lips. I laugh to the sky for a mere few seconds before looking down at the lower than scum man.

“Scum that comes near me like you--- are more than likely dead.” I spat playfully “Hope you like to live with demons.” I teased

The man struggles with his last breaths, I let his words drift past my ears, he was scum of the earth to me. He had been ranting the entire time, about how many people he had raped and killed, and yet to be caught, and to be killed like this was a disgrace. I felt as though this is what he deserved more than anything closer for families everywhere. I took the edge of my shirt pulling it over my fingers, as I pulled out his wallet tossing it to the side. I checked it for money first, there was a fifty, I pocket it. I was thinking more along the lines of disposing his scum donkey butt to a cindering pile of ash. Blood dripped off my knuckles. I could hear the droplets hit the hard ground like thunder in my ears. The blood of my attacker coated my arms. I had taken a life in order to live.

Pfft it was more like he took his own. It was completely self defense, besides if you think about it, he clearly killed himself with his own gun all I did was dodge the bullet. I strike a match with my trusty flint and steel. After I had poured an accelerant on the body. I stood back watching the flames erupt in the cramped alleway. I jumped up to the top of the one of the buildings escaping the smoke, by using the ladder fire escape that was attached to one of the buildings. I looked down from the edge watching as police and firemen race to the scene in a dither. They looked like ants trying to overcome a dropped cookie in the middle of summer.  The fire had consumed the body in a wonderful arrangement of crimson flames. I disappear into the darkness like a ghost I was.

I know this town like the back of my hand even though I’ve only lived here for like two weeks now. I was a streetfighter, I didn’t value it at all, it was just a skill that paid the bills. My older brother did most of the fighting, but I was the one who scouted people out, as well as the places. The person who attacked me was a serial rapist, I could tell once I had one good look at his face. The way he talked It just oozed off rapist. Sure I must of looked like easy prey. I’m far from the average senior in high school girl. A wicked smirk dances across my features. The sound of my feet is the only sound surrounding me. Until a crack of lightning flashed before me mere inches from me. I loved being close to death by nature it gives me the biggest thrill rushing through my veins.  It started to rain the cold water that pelted off like bullets from the heavens washed away the crimson stains. My shirt was still ruined. I make my way back home to change before I’d go back and scout around some more.

I wasn’t surprised when I could see some of my classmates stirred up in this bloody line of work. There was one in particular that I was rather impressed with. His name on the street was called “Eternal J. Death” but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t his real name. I had only been in the school like what a week. My twin brother should be starting tomorrow which is a friday, so I’d most likely get more of a rep than before. I usually stuck to myself always lurking in the shadows. My feet crunch on the dead grass coming to a sad excuse for a house. It was a two bedroom one bath house the rooms were tinier than livable, I lived here with my stepmom and my two brothers. I also happen to get lost with days all the time. It happens when you pull all nighters more than an owl!