Chapter one

No witness shall live

It's passed midnight. The once crimson sky had turned gloomy and dim. Not a clatter nor chatter, just peace and chill. But not in the modern world, though. Lights after lights burst into the moonless night, the rowdy road, skyscrappers towering over thousand feet, illuminated pathways, headlights slicing through the dry asphalt. But of all places they chose the rooftop of a partially finished construction building. Classic. 

One with strawberry blonde locks, tapping her feet relentlessly, her slim blade she swiffled around her slender fingers. Anxious and strained, until she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Took her long enough.

"How many?"

"I reckon twenty-six. Thirty at most"

"Damnit!" She cursed under her breath, her fingers running past her hair. "Weren't you supposed to get rid at least half of them?!" 

The younger girl puffed her cheeks, with her lower lips puckered, "I thought I'm supposed to include the dead!" She hissed back.

The girl in strawberry blonde hair sighed, eyes rolled in frustration, she could taste the annoyance writhling in , barely surpressed. She tilted her neck to face the younger, gripping her shoulder hard. "How many times have I told you," she clicked her tongue, "we have no business with the dead." 

Feel wronged, the girl in shorter hair was about to retort. "B-bu-bu-but--AH!"

Two shots. Beams of green laced the blades. Quick, but dodged. This was no time to talk.

At least ten, armed with blades, chains and themselves, wrapped in hooded cloaks. Hisses that passed through menacing masks captured the cold air in little transparent smokes, their eyes deadly and cold as ice. No hesitation, no glances back and forth, poised jets of green light flew alongside a throw of their blades. Just before they reached, another figure stood inbetween the two opposing facts.

Graceful as a gazelle, deadly as a viper. She had leapt from a few rooftops away. She turned, dismissing their little tricks with her hand, subsiding the sorry attack. She glanced at her two companions. A little nod and they soared upward, away from the hooded figures.

One building to another, leaping through towers and sideways, they were fast as little cats. 

But their pursuiters were not less quick. From five to six. More followed, stalking in, unseen, converging from three directions. 

"Go on first. I'll deal with this"

And the girl pulled her strawberry blonde locks into a tight ponytail. A little smirk now plastered on her plump lips as she clutched her double blades each in her hand. With more grip, red beams laced her blades. She let them reeled straight into their abdomen, one by one, perfectly in a straight line. The closest hooded figure swerved to avoid her and his hood slipped, and by the red light of her blades, she saw the viscious grin of a man she vowed to despise. 

"Tch!"

A little duel now between the two. Blow after blow. She hissed and he laughed like a maniac. 

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