Mystic. [Old]

Chapter 1:

Tiffany appeared out of thin air on a dark city night, up on a building. Gusts of wind blew through her body and her dark, shadowy, flowing hair. She glared around, with her white, glowing eyes and searched for something that interested her. Pain crossed her mind every now and then as she gazed at her pistol. Ruining the lives of so many innocents was her life now, she never understood why she became such a violent criminal. But she wasn't what she called "criminal." And she knew why.

She had been born different, and not different as in "everyone is different." Her parents treated her as if she wasn't their own. Everyday, endless yelling, scowls, and abuse, just because she was different from her 'regular' and 'perfect' family. When she turned 16 years old, she snapped like a stick. As her parents and brother cowered in fear of what she was going to do, Tiffany stepped slowly forward. She held the grip firmly, steadied her finger, then pulled the trigger. Bang! Bang! Bang! Was all that could be heard. For what used to be her mother, father, and brother, were dead on the floor. Police had stormed the apartment hours later, and found the 16-year-old Tiffany by the wall, sobbing and laughing. The walls' plaster was ripped off, as you could see the wood through them, blood had stained the corners everywhere. Police had dragged her away from the place and to a mental hospital and a lab. She stayed there for days on end. Months. Years. Until one day she suddenly just disappeared from the facility. 

She inhaled the cold air and looked at a particular building. I am ready, she muttered. She got herself into a running position, started out at a jog, then ran faster and faster until she was off the building. She was off on her killing spree again.

Gun shots, screams, and blood was everywhere. Her bandana hid her and her identity as she ran through the crowd. Tiffany snickered at the cops as they chased her. She continued to run faster despite the tripping. Shooting began to sound behind her but that only made her more determined and gave her a challenge. She dodged the bullets, which hit civilians instead, but then began to run backwards and shoot at the cops. They tried to gain speed up to her but as they did they all noticed that she was fading. "Officers we may be experiencing difficulties, or even hallucinations?" She grinned as she heard the statement. Tiffany became to disappear even more so and the officers began to walk, dumbfounded.

Tiffany grinned as she started to walk, unseen. "Stupid coppers, can't catch something you can't see." And in a blink, all you could see was the misty, freezing air.