rogue ⇒ l.h

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i run and run until i reach the end of the alley.

i stop against the wall and pant, my chest heaving.

i can hear their footsteps coming now, and my heart thuds quickly in its cage.

it's going to be now or never. they reach a few feet away from me carrying guns and knives. that doesn't faze me. i have my own weapon.

the men surround me, their smiles evil and menacing, their weapons glinting in the moonlight. there's a total of five men and i glare at them, trying to make myself look dangerous.

they do not know who they are dealing with. they do not know that my face would be the last they see.

i unglove my hands and let the leather gloves fall onto the ground. i make no sound.

"get the girl!" the leader yells and they charge forward. they are bigger and stronger but i am agile and swifter.

i duck under the first one to come forward and twist his bare arm, making him scream and drop his weapon. he falls onto the ground, writhing in pain.

i turn to the next person and he shoots at me but misses, and i kick his jaw with my boot and grab him by the neck, which makes him whimper in agony. i let him go and turn to the next two.

they both have guns pointed at me in point blank. i grin and rub my hands together.

"let's have some fun."

they shoot at me but i duck down and move behind one of the men and grab his shoulder. i use all my strength and jump up, swinging both my legs at the other guy. he gets knocked out and i use his gun to hit the man's head. they fall to the ground and i jump on my feet, ready to face the leader.

he was gone. i shrugged and look at the unconscious bodies at my feet. i had touched them all. by the time they wake up, they wouldn't remember who they are. i had taken away their identity, with my own hands.

my hands were not normal. they are powerful, strong, and deadly. one touch could poison a person. one touch could make me take all their memories and identity. one touch, if long enough, could kill.

i pick up my gloves on the floor and walked away, out of the dark alley, into the streets that would lead me home.

xxx

i come back home, which is a small apartment in the central part of los angeles.

my housemate, raven, walks out into the living room and sees me.

"anna, where did you go? i've been trying to call you for the past two hours." she drops onto the couch and switches on the television.

oh, nothing, just kicking some men's ass and wiping out their memories, did you save dinner for me?

"i was out for a walk, my phone died, sorry." i shrugged, heading into my room and then to the bathroom to bathe, washing away all events that happened earlier.