A hooded figure was running through the streets after a woman. This particular woman wasn't human though. Every now and then the woman would throw a knife or two at the hooded figure behind her but none of them ever seemed to hit her. The hooded figure was toying with her she knew it. And that made her want to drown that person or slit their throat. The only thing she was sure of at that moment was that she wanted to hear this person scream in agony. She didn't like being played with. The woman looked behind her and the hooded figure was gone. Had she lost her? Or even worse, was she just not worth that person's time? Did they think that she was so pathetic that they should just get someone less skilled and less competent than that person to handle it because she was so weak? Oh how she hated this person. She turned to walk the direction she was running she walked out onto the lighted street. Then a black cat walked past, this woman wasn't superstitious she bent down and pet the cat. It took a great big swipe at her and cut her face. This was where things got a little strange. That cat started to talk, it spoke a chant. "Feline line, Feline line, Line Feline," The cat began to change, it grew bigger then two black points protruded from either side of its lips. The black cat was now the hooded figure. She could see now that the hooded person was a girl. This wasn't what the woman was focusing on though her mind was slowly shattering over the fact that the cat in front of her changed into a human. "How? How is this possible it can't be possible...? I must have died that's it! I died!" Then a crazy laugh escaped the woman's old cracked lips.
"Amelia Dyer," The girl began.
"Who I don't know a Amelia you must be mistaken,"
"AMELIA DYER!"
The woman then screamed a blood curdling scream. The girl bent down and slammed the woman's mouth shut. She was crying the tears flowed onto the girls hands.
"Will you stay quiet now?" She asked. The woman nodded still crying.
"Y-y-y-your going t-to k-kill me aren't y-y-you?"
"In The name of Lord Death I will send this soul to the fiery pits of hell," The woman was crying loudly now cowering at the girl's feet. "You are guilty for killing 274 BABIES! Pure, innocent soul's. AND YOU ATE THEM!" The woman screamed. The girl lifted her bow and her arrow, "Your soul... Is mine," She shot the arrow through the woman's chest. The woman screamed and cried and wailed until the moment her last breath escaped her cracked, old lips.
***
"Jess, can you hurry up!" Yelled a young boy, who went by the name of Luke, he looked too normal to be a weapon but he was. The only strange thing about him was his hair, it was blue, not a bright blue, but still blue. "Come on how long does it take to put a cape on!"
"Just because you take thirty second to get dressed," Jess said and she started walking with her partner.
"Did you hear that there is a new weapon apparently she's a bow," Luke said putting on that sly voice he always has when he's talking about any other girl other than Jess. "I think there might be some... Fireworks between us," He said making an action with his hands.
"Dream on," Jess said.
"What? I think I can be pretty smooth,"
"Yeah sure,"
"You don't think I can, don't you?"
"I am 99.99999% sure that, that girl is too good for you,"
"How do you figure that?"
"Because almost every girl is," They had reached the DWMA now. The whole group were sitting at the front of the school. There was Kid, Luke liked Kid because they got along so well, but for Jess it was something... a little more...
