The Mission

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A/N: this story was actually an assignment for school so I thought I'd post it :D

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I watch as a young girl crouches atop a rooftop, rolling a rusty coin across her knuckles. Waiting. Watching. Listening.

Below, a man emerges from around the corner of the street, his brown hair was ruffled and something was clasped in his hands. He swivels his head from left to right, as if waiting for someone. He walks a bit further and stops at an empty fountain that hadn't spout water in years.

The girl watched the man's movements, and slowly pulls out a bow and arrow, aiming it at the man. She drops the rusty coin on the streets and it makes a clang noise as it hits the ground. The noise echoes in the silence and the man looks up in terror.

Then Raven lets the arrow fly. It hits the man square in the chest, killing him in an instant.

Another male appears, about 18 years old, his dusty blonde hair brushed across his sea blue eyes. He approaches the dead man and pries a rolled up sheet of parchment from the man's hands. He then raises his hand in a thumbs up and flashes a cocky grin at Raven.

Their job was done. And mine had just begun.

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A/N: oohhh spoopy am I right?

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