Hero of My Own Story

I Want to Go Ninja on Your Ass

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I am so sorry that it has been so long since I have updated! Life has just been so crazy. School is starting soon so I am trying to get ready for that. And my sleep schedule is completly wacked up because of Hawaii so I'm pretty much a walking Zombie.

So once again, I apologize. And I promise that I will try to update more frequently because I hate having to wait when I'm reading a story! So thank you for sticking with me and supporting me in my dreams :)

Here it is! Remember to vote and comment if you enjoyed the chatper! Love you guys!

I slowly tiptoed around my room, my toes tediously cracking against the hard floor. It was still pitch black outside. The moon was the only light shining in through my windows.

The clock on my nightstand read 4:00 AM.

I usually woke up around this time because the whole house was asleep. It was completly silent and that was exactly how I liked it. Plus, I got to go down and practice shooting without having to worry about getting caught.

I pulled my hair into a high pony tail, stripping off my shorts and oversized t-shirt in the process. I quickly grabbed my black, tight yoga pants, threw on a sweatshirt, and tied my black tennis shoes on.

The door creaked on my way out and I froze, my whole body listening for the sound of any rustling.

My breathing was slow and soft.

My body movements were sly like a cheetah stalking its prey.

I made my way into the dark kitchen, prancing to the fridge. I grabbed a fresh water bottle, popping the lid. There was small light dancing across my face from the fridge, but other than that, the room was an abyss of nothing.

The cold water rushed down my throat. I could feel my body soaking it up as it ran its way down. My muscles seemed to stretch and come alive, my bones cracking, ready for the days events.

I took a deep breath, my eyes closed. It was completly silent, and the non-existent sounds were undeniably soothing.

"Could you pass me one of those?" My eyes snapped open, my body whipping around.

A dark figure stood in the corner, his eyes glistening in the moonlight.

And I knew exactly who it was just by the sound of his voice. The sound was branded into my memory like a tattooe.

"I-I ... What?" He had completly caught me off guard, and my body became extremely tense.

"A water. Could you please pass me a water?" He questioned, his tone laced with humor.

My brows furrowed and my mouth scrambled into a tight line.

"Here," I quickly chucked a water bottle at the direction he was in, my anger flying through the air along side the bottle. "Catch!"

His hand shot up and caught the bottle with ease, his fingers almost completly engulfing the bottle.

I could hear him twist open the top of the bottle, the water sloshing inside of it.

I cleared my throat, crossing my arms over my chest. "What are you doing up this early?"

I could barely see his figure; I was pretty much talking to a dark room. My eyes were trying to adjust, moving back and forth quickly, but the darkness was still overtaking my senses.

"I like to go jogging early in the morning." He stated, his voice dark and rich like a Dove Dark Chocolate.

My eyes widened, my hands clenched into fists. "You run this early every morning?"