From The Ashes

PROLOGUE

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The alley was dark but she did not care. It was of no hindrance to her, but rather an advantage. She could see fine in the dark but the ones following her were not so fortunate.  She had just finished her job. Her prey had been a gang leader and her job was simple: kill him.  She heard shouting and footsteps behind her. They had obviously already found their leader’s body and hunting her. She cursed under her breath for the servant had ratted her out.

 Oh well, this ought to be fun, she thought to herself as she positioned herself on a roof. She had to kill the leader quietly and without a struggle, but those following her were a different case altogether. Either way of course they had to die. She couldn't leave without them seeing her. She closed her eyes and within seconds there was a crack of lightning, and the clouds drew over the previously clear sky. The woman smiled. Oh how she loved dramatic effects. She was showing off and could practically hear her Superior chastising her for showing her Specialty so clearly. The woman wasn't worried. Her pursuers would never know what hit them. Even if they did, they wouldn't survive long enough to share their story.

The men ran down the alley which she herself had just been in no more than seconds ago. It had been a dead end, intentionally… because she knew how to ambush.

She heard the men’s confused words, ‘Where is she?’, ’ The servant said this way!’ Her suspicions about who ratted her out had been confirmed. She will make sure that the traitorous pig was punished justly. She could taste the fear and the confusion radiating from them in strong waves that carried a sour, bitter taste. As they turned around to resume their search elsewhere, she dropped from the roof, and blocked their path, their only exit. They started and jumped as lightning cracked across the sky, casting eerie shadows across her form. The men saw her instantly,

“Get her, we need to teach the little slut a little lesson.” A tall, slender man said, she recognized him as the gang leader’s second in command, Ray, she believed his name was, not that it mattered. The men stepped towards her, knives and guns drawn. She smiled and stepped closer.

“Aren’t you afraid?” She asked coming even closer.

“Of what bitch? Sleeping with you?” A pug nosed man cackled.

“No that would be silly, I meant you ought to be very frightened right now.” She stated matter of factly.

“Why should we?” Ray asked amused.

“Why don’t we explore that? The feeling of fear” And upon uttering those words she disappeared only to reappear behind them.

“Where she'd go?!” Someone shouted

“Oh boys!” She sang, “Over here!”

“What the hell?!” One yelled.

Those were the last words they uttered for she wasted no time disarming and binding them up. She moved like a snake, cold and calculating. She had quickly disarmed six men, twice her size, and tied them up in little over five minutes. She stepped back and looked at her handy work as she debated on how to dispose of them, wondering what punishment was terrible enough, when one of the men decided to speak up.

“Bloody bitch! I will kill you! You witch! You deserve to be burned!”

“Aha! That’s it!” She said in bubbly, mock joy, clapping her hands together, a definite contrast to her icy, cold blue eyes “Let’s have a bonfire,  shall we?!”

She watched with a smirk as the men’s faces grew terrified at the thought and begged for mercy.

“Oh come, come, it will be fun... for me at least.” She smiled a terrifying smile.

She had called the flames! Tongues of blue fire sprouted from her palms, leapt to the ground and curled about her legs.

“I’ve always had a thing for fire, you see, they seem to rather like me.”

The men watched in disbelief as her previously blonde flowing tresses turned black as midnight and her blue eyes went like ebony. With a self-satisfied smirk she hurled the masses at them and watched as they were writhed in agony. The flames leapt to work, devouring their flesh, hungry for their blood. Their anguished screams filling the air along with the smell of burning flesh until at last they burned to nothing. She looked with distaste at the place they had previously been sitting and spat on it

“Dirty bastards.” She muttered and called her ride.

The blue flames encircled her, a tender caress against her skin. They were her only true friends. They covered her, ready to take her back so she could report her success and the filthy traitor, when a little hand, no bigger than that of an infant’s, grabbed her cloak and disappeared with her.

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