The Death Game

-3 years ago-

The young man lay sprawled on the concrete floor, pale in his grey bed where it rained lightly. He lays there gently, barefoot. He slept. Smiling as a sick child would, he took a nap. The night cradled him warmly for he is cold. The distinctive smell of copper filled the evening. He slept in the dark, his hand on his chest. Quiet, he had two red holes in his right side. He was bleeding out. Dying.

''I was born bad.'' She says a devilish smile spreading across her face as she walked away.

-Today, Thursday September 2nd 2010-

Her name was Juliet Waters. Born June 26 1986, making her 24 years old to this day. Born in London, England. Grew up in Paris though, for all her life she have lived in the luxury of the most beautiful city in the world but a few events have made her change location and go back to her ordinary life in the rainy city of London.

She was of average height with a heart shaped face and angular cheekbones. A small nose hooked over continually heavy lips, which are always painted a bright red. Her hair was thick, tangled and brown. The sharp features of her face were merely a reflection of her entire body structure, and everything from her skeletal arms to my paper-thin waste screamed of unnatural skinniness.

She walked in long strides, her shoulders back and face held forward, wearing tall stiletto heels and a simple black dress with puffed see-through sleeves. A short black pea jacket was covering her frail shoulders. The strong fall wind was making it hard for her small frame to battle but she managed to make her way to the tube. She got in and left 5 stations later. As she was walking up the stairs to finally let the sweet, cold air hit her face, a young man grabbed her purse from behind. He ran as fast as he could, fitting in with the crowd with his black jacket, he now was just another face in the crowd. He quickly turned down the nearest alley and kept running but something suddenly yanked him back. 

A hand.

Miss Waters had managed to catch up with him. The boy she had yanked back so hard was now on the pavement. He gave her a quick look and didn't hesitate to point a M1911 gun, also known as the Colt Government at her face. Not even flinching, without breaking a sweat, she easily grabbed the gun out of his hands and turned it back at him. The young man didn't have time to say one word before she pulled the trigger, piercing the man's body with a bullet. He tensed and let his upper body fall to the ground. She hit his shoulder. He wouldn't die.

She picked up her purse and turned on her heels.

''You're crazy..'' the young man managed to spit out.

''All the best people are." Juliet replied calmly with a smirk on her devilish red lips.