Note: This was something we had to write for homework. The task was to do with changing writing styles and stuff. It's incredibly short.
She soared and landed silently on the slick roof, turning her back on the humming city. It was a canvas of brown, black, and grey, flecked with gold and ragged at the edges. The houses leaned against each other like drunken kings, their steep gable-crowns off-kilter and slipping.
She tucked her knife into her sleeve, turning her attention through the coalsmoke and rain, toward the empty Leidsestraat below. The rain mirrored the soft glow of the oil lamps. The Leidsestraat wouldn’t be empty for long.
As she waited for her quarry, a lioness awaiting her kill, the wind blew. It caressed and whispered to her, cradling her as it had done the first time she’d come to the city. She’d arrived, barely a teenager with nothing but a backpack and wide-eyed dreams - a silken-coated puppy about to be devoured by the strays.
Her stomach twisted as the sky darkened to Prussian blue. The city’s lights, the glimmers that had lured her in all those years ago, winked and flickered as they did every night. They’d whipped their old promise of stardom and fame out from under her feet so suddenly. She’d had nothing to hold on to as she fell.
And then, she’d risen. Up into the shadows, she became a cat-like, striking down prey one by one. The gang that had taken her in became the most powerful in the city. As time went on, she’d begun to wear the newly-sparked legends as armour.
Her hands begun to numb against the cold, losing their battle. She shook off the trickling regret, stalking toward the edge of the roof. She stalked like smoke, brushing over the slate without seeming to touch it. It was as if she were a spirit from the next world that no-one had the sense to send back.
Her sharp eyes caught the fleeting movements of her prey. The familiar, clenching, cold-fisted doubt caught her in the gut and froze her for a moment. Each time, she’d push it away, and each time it grew stronger and begun to gnaw its way back.
She’d never be fooled by golden lights again.
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