Hit Me...

Run.

Shayde.

Through the sights I could see the idiot moving around his office on the twentith floor of his building. He has three guards posted outside the office's door, five on the ground, and six per elevator and stairway. Now, this wouldn't be a problem if they were  human. Nope, definitely not human. Lycan. Otherwise known as werewolves, these bodyguards are a bit more... intense then your average human bodyguard. They are stronger, faster, and sharper. They have stronger senses, muscles and instincts. They can communicate within their packs and within their relationships. Each lycan has a mate. Each pack has an alpha, luna, beta and gamma. Most have families. All except me.

I was born to a pack. We were small but only in numbers. Our reputation was legendary. We were beautiful. Each wolf had fur different shades of black, white and grey, the higher up the chain of command the darker the colour of our fur. Our eyes were various shockingly beautiful colours. However, what made us distinctive was the black, inky patterns that coloured the irises of our eyes. We were stronger, faster, more skilled than most werewolves.  We were magnificent.

I remember everyone was close. We were family. Being small in numbers only helped that. Until another pack grew jealous. They were ten times our size. They attacked in the night, unseen until it was too late. Roughly one hundred and twenty five lycans went to sleep that night. Only one woke up. Me.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I readjusted the AS50 sniper rifle in my hands. I block out all emotions as I aim down the sights. I have come prepared for these types of bodyguards but I can almost guarantee they weren't prepared for me. I positioned myself downwind allowing their scent to come to me not the other way around. Even if they could smell me, I was too far away for them to reach me before I could at least a decent head start. Anything that could possibly be seen is black so it blends in with the night that surrounds me. A silencer suppressed the majority of the shot's sound, and that is all I will need.

One shot.

One bullet.

Only one to ends this bastard's life. He has done everything to deserve it. He has slaughtered men, women and children to get his enterprise running. In the eyes of the public and in the light of the day, he is nothing but an innocent, successful businessman. Well, as innocent as they get. Meanwhile at night, in the shadows, when no one is watching. He is a monster.

The best thing about this...

He's human.

Most of the time I am hired by the lycans to kill other lycans. Sometimes I am hired by humans to kill other humans. Rarely, am I ever hired by the Lycan council, in the form of the single member that knows of my existence, to kill a human. If the council wanted you dead, you were dead. They are the highest order in the Lycan society.

I take deep breathes as I steady the rifle in my hands.

I aim.

I breath in.

I prepare.

I breath out.

I fire.

Bull's eye.

I look down the sights to see the monster fall on his knees, blood trickle down his forehead, and three bodyguards enter the room looking panicked.

I chuckle and begin to disassemble the rifle into smaller pieces before storing it in the case, shaped like that for a guitar to avoid suspicion, and pull my hood over my face. I keep my gloves on as I pick up the case, as I still need to get rid of it. I wander down the stairs in a quick pace. I walk out the front doors of the incomplete lobby and on to the chilly street. If someone were to look at me now they would see a musician on their way home at night. Not an a assassin fleeing from the building, in which she pulled a trigger and ended a man's life. 
It was only seven o'clock but due to it being in the middle of winter there was a pitch black sky above us. The streets were illuminated by the street lamps and twenty-four hour shops. The wind picked up and I could smell the humans wandering the street in the early hours of the night but what caught my attention wasn't human. That was fast. I'm impressed. But I'm faster.

Three lycans were heading my way. Even though they wouldn't be able to smell me if I was right next to them, they didn't know for sure they were looking for one of their kind. I turn my head and keep walking. I am at a disadvantage. I am on their territory, their land. Land they know better than anyone. That and they might find my distinct lack of scent suspicious. If I keep walking then I can make it to the bus station and get out of here. Slight problem. The three lycans are heading straight for me have company. I'm surrounded.

I need to get out of here, but how?

Observe, Plan, Survive.

Going back to basics. Observe; three lycans straight ahead, three behind. One alley way forty feet in front of me. At least one hundred humans with in witnessing area.

Plan; duck into the alley. Wait for the Lycans to pass. Take out anything that follows.

Survive; don't die in the process.

The alley quickly approaches, as do the three guards walking towards me. I duck into the alley and keep walking, only stopping to throw the guitar case in the dumpster to my left. I am walking a few metres when I could feel someone's gaze on me. I could hear their almost silent, singular foot falls. Where's the back up? Not to mention I was coming up to a dead end. Helpful. Then I see the fire escape. A plan configures in my head. I smirk.

I sprint in the direction of the metal fire escape that clings to the side of an apartment building. I jump and easily swing myself on to the first landing, not even bothering to waste time with the ladder. Once on the weak contraption, I start climbing the stairs two at a time. I don't want to waste precious seconds sneaking a glance at the brave guy who decide to follow me, but I know he also made the jump when I feel the entire structure shake at the impact of his weight. The only thing I know about this guy is that he's is male, a Lycan and most likely an alpha. No ordinary Lycan could have made that jump. I made it easily due to my more enhanced abilities. Lucky me.

I race up to the roof, which is ten floors. When I get there I show no signs of exhaustion. It really is awesome to be me sometimes. I sprint across the roof and look for a way down. Only to find another fire escape clinging to the wall of a building opposite me. One catch. There's a twenty foot wide alley between the building. This should be fun. I look back. Just in time to see the man himself reach the roof. It is too dark to see his face, but judging by his muscular yet lean silhouette, he works out. A lot. Even if he is an alpha.
As he reaches the roof, I can almost feel his smirk. Ha! He thinks I'm trapped. I give him an even cockier smirk. His posture changes into that of a confused child. The foreign alpha has no idea who he's messing with.
I give him a mocking two fingered salute. His posture straightens and tenses when he realises my plan. Good luck following me. I turn to face the other building and jump. Launching myself at the second metal fire escape of the night. I am falling through the air for roughly two floors before I land on the opposite building's wall. I look back at the roof for only a second, but for long enough to see a figure looking down. I chuckle to myself and begin my descent. I am almost at the bottom when I feel the entire frame shake. Oh great. He followed. After the jump I didn't think I would need the rest of the plan. I was obviously wrong. That happens too many times for comfort.
I drop into the alley way but instead of running to the street I go deeper into the alley. Until I reach a dead end. I hide behind a horrid smelling dumpster. Sometimes it sucks to be me.Then again, that is how I could tell five familiar Lycans were heading towards this alley.
Their alpha came towards me first. He started scanning the alley, looking for signs of movement. When he had his back turned to me, I pounced. Literally.
I jumped on his back and used my weight to make him fall back against the wall. I press a knife, that usually resides in my boot, against his throat.
"Don't move. Don't speak. Don't die. Understood?"
He emitted a low growl. Poor alpha doesn't like being told what to do. Too bad.
Then I smelt it. The spearmint and chocolate scent. It was amazing. Enticing. Addictive. It was his. "Ah shit."