The sounds of car horns and whooping in various directions were something of a comfort these days. It masked and faded most of the horrifying things done in the shadows. With people causing excessive damage to themselves and other's, most followed the ever-growing flock of the Trinity - save for one in particular.<br/><br/>With abandoned buildings scattered about, there were plenty of places for people to cause trouble. In a small, nearly collapsed apartment complex was a single soul, determined to stay out of any and all paths. Her sculpted frame was slumped over a deteriorating couch, with barely more than a tight pair of pants and a ragged sheet concealing her. A muscular arm covered her tired eyes, making her appear dead to anyone who could see, until their attention might catch the shallow breaths that rose and fell at her naked chest.<br/><br/>Surrounded by turmoil and little more than necessities to live, she was content with what she had and the lack of mission in her life. But these days she was beginning to question the kind of life that<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>being lived. But she ignored the persisting questions in her head and looked around to the peeling wallpaper and crumbling concrete. This must have been a perfect little brownstone once, with a park strip out the front window, a mass amount of the city towards the back, and friendly neighbors on either side. Those were the days.<br/><br/>Across the room was a singular window the gave a view down four stories to the ally between the buildings. Like most, is was piled with trash, old and broken things and junkies. Above the mess sat a dim, flickering side lamp which once lit the alleyway perfectly, but these days it provided just enough for those skulking through it. Low hanging heads suggested the obvious, as one in particular made this his business base. Like many, he was usually quiet and discreet with his business, but there were times a certain restraint would do just fine. This was one of those nights.<br/><br/>Her head snapped up at his shouting, growling as she forced herself up from the couch and stomped to the window, topless and with a flap of cloth hanging before her knees. She pushed the sheet over and sat on the ledge, looking down past the light at his skinny frame. His hands were waving frantically in the face of a young female, short and dying with her hands shoved in her pockets, only taking one out to rub her empty nose.<br/><br/>"I'm not hungry." she muttered to no one.<br/><br/>With a devilish grin, she sat up and slung herself back inside. She pulled at the funny cloth hanging in front of her legs, slipping her arms through the cutout sleeves and pulling the hood over her rich red hair. A gruesome scar was all that could be seen through the open back, it's mangled shape framed within it, changing it's image with every rise and fall in lighting. She plopped back onto the couch, standing up her knee-high combat boots and swiftly lacing them up her shin, hopping through the kitchen, and swiping up her soft lined, polyester coat. A quick latch freed the window, sliding it up with ease surprisingly. Her feet met the clangy railing as she dropped the weighted garb over the side, following right after over the edge of the fire escape. She never bothered with the stairs, especially when in a hurry. Her hands simply clung to the outer railing and dropped to one right after the other.<br/><br/>The final one was always the loudest as she landed, standing steady for the moment until the chatter around the corner resumed. Snatching up her coat, she spun it around, sliding her arms through and pulled up the extra hood, skittering off past the gap without so much as a second look.<br/><br/>Several blocks down the street she slowed her light jog into an easy walk, her hands tight in her pockets, one clenched around a slender collapsible blade to keep her restless fingers in motion. She felt fidgety even though an onlooker wouldn't suspect a thing with her walking in a simple straight line. The slender tone of her legs carried her down the sidewalk, a little cold this evening with nothing but spandex to cover them. None the less, she ignored it, continuing on and wishing she had a stone to chuck at every street lamp that hovered over her as she passed.<br/><br/>She eventually wandered into a more lively district of the city, forcing her to deal with a larger collection of people on a more frequent occasion. As much as is lacked appeal to her, it was better than sitting alone right now with an assortment of issues bouncing around her head.<br/><br/>Most people seemed to pay no mind to her - why would they with all their own problems and agendas - but she still found herself disturbed by the one kind of person who mistakenly took her as a client. His scruffy face looked side to side before trotting over to her in the middle of the sidewalk, stepping away from his friend seducing the nearest hooker. He paused just beside her, stopping them both in front of a set of doors rattling from the loud techno beats blaring inside<br/><br/>"Crazy night huh?" he sniffled.<br/><br/>"What do you want?" she said simply, he no nonsense attitude playing at nothing.<br/><br/>He shrugged and bobbed his head a little, backing up slowly into more of the shadows next to his pathetic friend. The young woman's eye slid over to the hooker who made eye contact and smiled, chewing her bright blue gum and winking playfully as the schmuck in front of her made his way down her abdomen. Nothing more than an eye roll was returned as she crossed her arms, standing defensively at the mislead dealer, poorly coming down before her.<br/><br/>"I got anything you need. Just name it. I got a quota to make, y'now?" he jabbered.<br/><br/>"Do I look like I'm on something to you?" she hissed.<br/><br/>"Well if you ain't here to buy, what da fuck are you doing in this part of town?"<br/><br/>She raised her brows, glancing over at the scantily clad women once more before sliding her hands to her hips, opening her coat to her impressively toned body and cocking her hip. She knew this invited trouble, and despite every sense in her body telling her to walk on and avoid aggravating this temptation, she stood fast with a smirk playing on her lips.<br/><br/>"Maybe I'm just here to have a good time."<br/><br/>His surprise melted quickly into agreement, an equally devilish smirk pulling at his lips. He turned down the dim alley, finally removing his sweaty hands from their confines. Several paces down, he reached for her, swinging her around and slamming her against the brick wall at her backside. He blathered on about the beat inside making a nice rhythm for them to move to as he moved in to kiss the extended, smooth flesh of her neck.<br/><br/>It lasted a second before the bone of her knee lifted swiftly to his femoral region, forcing out a brief pained noise before ramming her head into his nose and beginning the flow of blood. Another swift kick slammed him against the opposing wall, his hands flapping up and pinned into the crumbling cement by the blade produced from her pocket. His pained noises were still muffled, as his free hand held his nose, tears beginning to fill his eyes in a blur. There was no rhyme or reason for her actions. As long as she could remember, there had never been a basis for her violent outbursts. It was just an urge she felt on occasion, like when someone sad just needs to cry. There was always a simple justification in her mind, but seeing as she hardly knew anyone and didn't have anyone of the title friend to speak of, she felt no need to an explanation anyway.<br/><br/>She simply brushed her fingers back through her hair with a grin and departed the alleyway, passing the shaky glass doors as they shattered and blew her backward into the street. The sound of the music ceased as she lifted her head slow, wincing as she opened her eyes to see a scattering of people from in and around the buildings. Her head dropped back onto her arms for a moment, gritting her teeth at what kind of repercussions this would bring - aside from the inevitable authorities.