Stardancer

A crouching silouhette stood on the roof, near the edge of a glass building, looking out over the city. Tight leather fitted her form, curvy and muscled. A cape spilled out over her shoulders, still in the night. A clanking metallic sound could be heard, if given a closer look you would see that clawed metallic gloves were fitted perfectly on her slim hands, glinting in the moonlight. Daggers were in a holster strapped around her stomach, but the cape hid it, away from prying eyes. Her hood fell onto her shoulders, exposing silky raven hair. Her right hand was over her face, covering one side, but one eye was seen through the gaps in between two claws, revealing a haunting crimson eye, giving her a searching, predatory look. Even thought that eye looked clear, it was clouded by memories that haunted her, stalked her, memories that she couldnt even bear to think about. Leather boots on her feet, silver buckels cactching the glowing light. A large case was strapped to her back, and a handle was poking out of the top, suggesting a huge sword over 5 feet in lenght. A blood red pendent in the shape of a fang hung at her neck, her only remaining tie to her past. Slowly she raised her face to the moon, letting herself a moment to bathe in the moonlight.1

'I have many names. The Silent Assasin, Deadly Beauty, Moonchaser, Deathdealer and many more, yet I answer to few. I am most known as the Stardancer. My real name is Mikoto, but not many people live long enough to know that. Even thought my heart beats so slowly I'm not considered living, I walk. This confuses me no longer, as now I know what I am. I am 17 in mortal years, as I was 14 when I was turned. 3 years already? Time goes by faster when your not bound to the chains of reality, doing what other people could only dream of doing. I belong to no one, but I work for Atharas, one of the elders. But I hate it. Treats me like a slave, even I, a fledgling in their standards, am not that low. When I am finally free from the contract, I will run far away from him and his other slaves. As much as I would love to keep talking to myself, I see the poor soul who I'm supposed to assasinate. Oh, did I mention that I only kill men?'2

'A perfect night...' She smiled then, and her fangs poked out from under her lips. Silently she jumped off the roof, falling many feet before landing, making almost no sound but causing her bones to tingle uncomfortably. The alleyway she found herself in was narrow, cold and damp. Dumpsters lined the walls and rats scurryed away from this intruder who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Her eyes searched for the victim, finding him in the alleyway, leaning on one of the walls. He was smoking some sort of drug that made her nose wrinkle with disgust. Vaguely, she remembered what this man had done to deserve such a fate.3

'Robbery? No...that wasnt it...High School murder I think, he looks my age. My age..bwah' 4

She snorted at the stupidity. She was supposed to be having a normal life, matured but not completly. Instead, she was killing people she didn't know for a cruel master who was even weirder than her. The man whipped his head at the sound she made and drew a gun. 'Whos there?' His voice was steady, but she could hear a hint of nervousness in it, barely detectable. Cursing at her own stupidity, she slowly stood up and walked towards him, hips swaying and eyes glinting. She hid her hands behind her back to avoid him seeing the claws, waiting until the perfect moment to strike. She had fed recently, so she didnt need to drain him, as this would arouse suspicion and doubt. She smiled at him.5

' Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here, I just got lost on my way to Bad Blood, you heard of it?'6

' Well of course he's heard of it you spongehead! It's the biggest bar in town! Now he's gonna be suspicious...' her thoughts dripped with sarcasm.7

He grinned at her and got this glint in his eyes that she didnt like at all. He licked his lips and tried to look sexy. It almost made Mikoto puke up her blood she drank this evening. She was debating whether to kill him right now, and tempting as it was, she couldnt get close enough to him before he shot her. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem but she eyed the gun with disdain. It was a Desert Eagle. The gun itself would hurt a fair amount, but it wasnt life-threatning for her. It was the bullets she could see that were making her uneasy. She would get shot at point-blank range, and the bullets, unknown to the owner were trimmed in silver, which would burn and prevent healing if it pierced her skin.8

' Well missy, I can get you to Bad Blood, but you have to do me a favour....' he trailed off, eyeing the leather that hugged her frame. Mikoto had already guessed what the favour was, and she had numerous objections.9

1. She wasn't a whore10

2. He's not even hot11

3. She didn't even KNOW him12

4. She's a lesbian13

5. She just didn't WANT too14

Sighing to herself, she played along, acting innocent. She did need to get to Bad Blood, but she knew where it was, no need to get raped by an ugly murderer for it. He growled 'sexily' and advanced towards her. She waited till his arms were around her waist. Slowly she raised her hands, making sure the metal didn't touch him. As he was about to kiss her, she curled her fingers and plunged the claws into his neck and back. His eyes widened and he stared at her before coughing up blood and collapsing to his knees. She pulled the claws out from his body and looked at him in disgust. Licking the now warm metal clean, she made sure no one was watching before leaving him ouside to die. Even if he did get medical help it was too late now, she tore open his liver and he would die anyways. She heard him gasp and gurgle, trying to speak. She crouched down and picked up his gun, putting it in her leg holster. Mikoto didn't like guns. She didn't use them if she could avoid it. The memories that haunted her were tied to guns. 15

'No... I can't think about that, not now, not ever.' She hissed to herself, pushing the memories further back into her mind where she could forget them for a little while.16

She looked the man straight in the eye, and now he could see that burning crimson which held so many secrets. He started to panic at the site, fear bubbling up inside of him. His knees buckled and he landed on the ground with a thud, wincing in pain at the contact.17

'Do you know why this has happened to you?' she demanded, her voice taking on a dangerous tone. The teenager shook his head.18

'You have killed over 30 people in a shootout at your highschool, and have not given yourself up to the police. I am a sort of hunter if you will. I hunt down and kill or bring in to my master the people he tells me too. You, are but one of them. Unfortunately for you, you have maximum 20 minutes to live. Any last words?' She smirked and looked at him once more, waiting for an answer.19

'B-but t-t-those people...t-they deser-rved t-to die.' He managed to stutter out. Mikoto hissed and put one claw to his neck.20

'They were innocents, with dreams, lives, passions and hopes. They despaired together, they cried together, they laughed together and they celebrated together. Now they died together. How did they deserve to die, you sick bastard?!' Mikoto raised her voice, put off by his arrogence.21

He smirked and replied. 'T-they were nobodies. I was the m-most popular at my sch-h-ool, and it only i-increased my fame. A-anyway, they're d-dead now-w, so what does it m-matter? Your s-still alive, and I can't kill you. D-d-on't bother with t-them anymore. I was always t-the best, and a-always will be, e-even in d-death.' He finished22

Mikoto decided to break his spirit before he passed on. ' Yet you lie here, broken and dying, slowly fading away and you tell me this? Your pathetic. You can't do anything on this floor, paralized. Is it from pain? Nerves? Fear? Don't say your better than them when you've been assasinated by a 17 year old girl, much like one of the ones you killed. Your more dependant right now than a newborn. Besides,' She smirked. ' you just pissed your pants.'23

He turned red with rage and tried to lunge at her, but could barely curl his fist. Something inside him popped, and he gasped in pain. Mikoto could slowly see his eyes clouding. She leaned in close to him, and as he drew his last and dying breath she whispered into his ear.24

' You are and always have been weaker than them. As you drift to Hell, know they are laughing at you from Heaven, while your body lies broken and abused, just another punk killed on the streets.'25

A single tear slid from his eye as his eyes clouded over completly and his body rattled as he exhaled for the last time.26

Slowly Mikoto stood up, satisfied that her job was done. She heard shouts from the end of the alleyway and decided she should make herself scarce. Taking one last glance at the body, blood still slowly dripping from the wounds she wondered to herself, 27

' How could a boy like that go so wrong?'28

She decided to mull over that later, right now his friends were coming and if she didn't want to be shot to bits she had to act. Drawing out a map in her head, she exited the alley into the cold streets of downtown New York. This part was deserted, but she could hear cars honking and screeching not far away, and the lights of the buildings shone far and wide. The street was wide enough for 2 cars to drive side by side, but now all the businesses were closed around here, making it an ideal spot for a kidnapping. 29

' Or a murder.' She thought sarcastically.30

Rolling her eyes she took off at a sprint, following the map in her head to get to the Bad Blood, where her master resides and her destination to get her reward