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Maybe I targeted the wrong person. She didn't seem like the she could do what she did. Its only been a month or so.

We're still recovering after all that time.

She was more than an enemy. She was a monster, a freak of nature. I've heard that the gifted all have something wrong with them. Most are psychopaths and murderers.

But that was putting it lightly in her case.

We're just a minor smuggling group. Maybe thirty of us total. We sneak all sorts of things in and out of the city. Weapons, drugs, animals, even people.

It's only a crime if you get caught, but who would be so stupid?

Then again, when I first saw her, I thought she was just a random lost girl. She was even blind!

Who knew I could be so wrong. I tried to get her to leave, if the other men found her they would've killed her right on the spot.

But the next thing I saw was the stars up in the sky. The girl dislocated my shoulder and burst into the warehouse. There was gunfire and shouts.

When I finally managed to pull myself to my feet she was gone. Half of my men were dead, and our day's payload gone.

So the rest of my coworkers grew enraged. They ordered me to atone for my foolishness by killing her. They had handed a sniper rifle with one single bullet.

'If you miss, don't come back here alive.'

What other choice did I have? It was nighttime, easiest to find cover. I found her sitting on the edge if a dock. The area known to be Port Mafia territory.

The idea that one of them slaughtered my friends angered me to no extent. They were animals, vicious carnivores.

Killing one wouldn't make a difference, but it would give my men a sense of pride that they lost when she attacked.

So I pulled the trigger, and her body collapsed into the ocean.