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</div><br/><br/>Neferet Blanch<br/>Age:17<br/><br/>Her boots clicked as the heels hit the damp pavement. She was alone, and she prefered it that way. She was more vulnerable looking that way, and that's what she wanted. She wanted to look like a easy target to the monsters of the city. She loved the look on their face when she pulled out her guns on them. Her guns, where she had placed around her hips, were conveniently hidden under a mid length skirt. With them she felt so strong, even when she remembered their intent.<br/><br/>The bullets inside the guns were silver, a perfect weapon against those demons she hated most. She had killed many with them, but just not the one that counted the most. Him, the muderer that killed her family. Her baby brother and sister, her mother, her father...gone because of him. She vowed to kill him, but had not seen him since that fateful August night.<br/><br/>Rain began to sprinkle down from the inky black sky, which brang her back to reality. She didn't realized she stopped or even tensed up. How long had she been there? Her hands unclenched and she took a deep breath, as she continued on her way finding no use to ponder the matter.