The way she walked stated that she was on a mission.
Her midnight blue hair flowing down her back like the moon was lighting up the night but only on her hair.
Her eyes were a crystal clear blue, sharp looking analysing everything around her.
Everyone would call her beautiful, amazing, pretty and the list goes on.
But the people she dates ends up tortured until they aren't recognisable. Everyone knew there was only one person who did that.
Nightingale.
But in the end no one suspected her. Whenever a death of her 'loved one' happened she would have tears rushing down her face as if it was a never ending waterfall.
8 months later the same thing happens and everyone thought this 'poor young soul'. If only they knew.
Every person that died was someone who knew the person who killed my family 12 years ago.
I'm now 27 years old and known as Jacklyn Harvard.
Or also known as Nightingale the unforgiving assassin.
And the Hood, I'm coming to pay back a debt from one Rebecca Tracy.
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Death
FanfictieI was at school when it happened. I was sitting in class, music class when I got called up to the office. There... There was Colonel Casey waiting for me. "I'm Sorry Rebecca." My whole world came crashing down.
