Evangeline Lakewood, Age 16
"No, please! I have a family!" The man begged, pressing a hand to his bleeding eye. I pushed him back down to the concrete with my foot and held him there, bloody knife clutched in my pale, blood caked fingers. In the distance, I could hear the sounds of wailing police sirens. I smirked.
You wish, blue boys.
I glowered down at my victim, a huge, muscly, thirty year old man, sniveling under the foot of a tiny, twig boned, runt of a teenager.
"What is she paying you?" He groveled. I clutched my knife tighter as the sirens grew louder. The man cringed under my flinty blue gaze. If only I had a few scars. I'd have looked so much more terrifying with a ruined face...
"Whatever she's giving you, I'll...I'll pay you double--triple! Just please, please let me go!" He was crying now.
"I have a family..."
My lip curled up in a disgusted sneer.
"So did I."
My knife flashed downwards. He didn't even have the time to scream.
I huffed, rolled my shoulders, and wiped my knife off on my shirt, listening to the chaotic symphony of the sirens. I attempted to wipe the blood off my face but only succeeded in smearing more on with my gory hands. Car doors slammed. Voices shouted. Feet tramped the road. I jumped on a roof and flattened myself against it.
The tramping sound grew near and then stopped. A gruff voice cursed and said,
"Little heathen got away again!"
A more timid voice entered the conversation.
"Sir, are you sure it's...her?"
I smiled to myself. the few people who weren't too terrified to confess to the police only told the m I was female. It was the only thing they new or saw for sure. I made certain anyone who saw more was dealt with.
"Are you daft?!" Shouted the gruff voice. "Look at these wounds! Clean, precise, obviously made with some sort of blade. Who else could it be but her?"
I chuckled silently and dropped noiselessly down to the other side of the building. I listened to make sure the police were still busy with the corpse, then stole away into the shadows of the dusky backstreets. The filth that I named my home. My territory. My kingdom. I owned the criminal underworld. I owned the network of mercenaries spread over every inch of this city. And I, Evangeline Lakewood, a little homeless sixteen year old, owned this city.
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