Destiny the Deadeye. No one knows where she came from or why she is the way she is now. Since she can remember, she's always had a thing for shooting. . .at least not with a gun. Her hand glides up to the scar on her left cheek, barely going across the corner of her eye. Her other hand hovers above the blue amulet around her neck the only two things, reminding her of her. . .
Her daydream is cut short when she hears a pinging coming from the comm device built into her gauntlet. It reads: welCome tO My town, strangEr. Today shOuld Be A good day like any otherS. Each day you live here will be NO Worse than the other districts. enjoy!
"Shit, I nearly forgot," she whispers under her breath. Hastily strapping in her 7 inch dagger to the back of her waist, just above her rear, emergency silenced 9mm and bow and arrow set, she slips out into the night. It smells of rain although not a speck of moisture was in sight.
She walks into the nearby woods, dagger drawn, knowing wolves prowl around the area at 01:30. As if on cue, a wolf howls in the distance.
"C'mon out, bastard," Destiny says loud enough to hear herself over the gust of wind. The wolf reveals itself, fur swaying almost in synchronization with the wind's patterns, baring its fangs and growling. It's expression wore that of a ruthless killer coming to take the life of its victim. Seeing Destiny's blade glimmer in the moonlight made the wolf hesitant to approach her, but it kept moving.
The wolf made the first move, pouncing at her face. She easily strafed aside, countering the attack, with a slash against the wolf's side, leaving a large gash in its body. Letting out a cry, the wolf stuck the landing and attacked once more the same way. This time, Destiny ducked and stabbed it right in the abdomen, but her knife was stuck. In a flash, Destiny spun back around and landed an arrow right in its head, between the eyes.
Smiling, impressed with herself, she ran over to retrieve her arrow and dagger back. But she let her guard down too soon. Moments later from behind a wolf pounces onto her. Not having her dagger drawn, she shoved off the wolf, regaining her balance. Her vision recovering, she now realized there were three wolves, knowing good and well she could only take on two, with her current level of training.
"First time for everything," Destiny says, "yeah?" She hears a loud, familiar, whistle. In a blink of an eye, two of the wolves drop dead from white arrows with a golden "S" on the butt of it. The third wolf is confused. Using this opportunity to her advantage, she throws her dagger right in the eyeball of the wolf. A figure drops down from a nearby tree.
"Scarle--," Destiny begins but then hushed by Scarlet's hand.
"There's more coming. A lot more. If we don't move now, we're the pack's dinner," Scarlet says, moving her hand, grabbing her arrows and tossing the dagger back at Destiny.
Scarlet Dawn. 19. Freckles. Red head. Deadly. Runaway convict from the FBI, all for knowing her constitutional rights. Tired of this so called democracy and really a tyranny, she wants to fight back. Or at least that's what she says is why she's in Organization XV. Destiny's sure there's a deeper reason, especially considering the fact that she got recruited by Scarlet when Destiny tried pickpocket-ing her. The two girls have become an unstoppable force together what with Destiny's skilled stealth and all. Not to mention, all five of Scarlet's senses are heightened to an inhumane level. She claims Destiny has far more augmented senses as well.
"Where did you come from," Destiny begins.
Stammering, Scarlet replies, "You needed my help."
"Cute. Now the real answer?"
"I think the real question is why do you wonder where I came from. Do you doubt me?"
"No, of course not. But you're--"
"Then this discussion is over."
Making their way from tree to tree, they arrive at a supposedly abandoned shack. There's an insignia on the wall, the same symbol that all Organization XV members bear in their backs to identify them. Scarlet walks up to it and the retina scanner opens the hidden door that is the symbol.
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A Missed Shot
ActionCover Art by @Lindsey-Chan A fourteen year old girl is found by a group of vigilantes who fight against one of the world's most politically powerful organizations. She gets promoted to a level of which only a select few are granted and soon after, s...