Can't love a dead chick, that was the only thing she was wrong about.
She was, in a word, mesmerizing. Her electric blue hair was shaved on one side. And she moved as a gazelle prancing through the meadow while she ended the lives of the four men. The majestic woman turned toward me, the world was moving in slow motion as she flipped her hair out of her face. I watched as she walked toward me, then she started running. As she grew closer, I noticed her expression, anger. She pointed her gun right at my forehead.
She stood upon the rooftop of the Louvre, red hair whipping around her face. She extended the gun in her hand once more. "You want to visit prison??" She was facing a man wearing all black and a mask. You could tell her was grinning. "Oh, so you don't know?" he taunted, laughing as he swung his gun into firing position as well. The girl's stance faltered for a fraction of a second, but the man noticed. "Shoot me, Evie. Let me see your father, after all, I miss my partner in crime. Let me take a visit to prison! "The girl's hair, which had once been pulled back into a ponytail, flipped sideways around her, creating an alarmingly formidable view as the sun rose over the treetops in the distance. The sunrise cast the surrounding area into a golden glow, momentarily blinding the man long enough for the girl to pull the trigger. The following gunshot was deafening to the girl's ears, as she'd experienced so many explosions in the last few hours her hearing was nearly gone. The sun rose completely over the Paris skyline, making the girl's messy red hair resemble thousands of Copper Feathers.