DrgnLadyLuna
Star
- Joined
- Feb 23, 2009
She had been tracking him for weeks now. Angel had followed him everywhere, questioned-and killed-numerous people, all in preparation for this day. Finally, she had predicted his next stop-and this time she would not miss him. Boss didn't like when she misread targets...the scars along her back and arms and legs were reminders to her. She could not fail. She could not dawdle...Angel had to be swift and precise if she wanted to live. She was always unseen, blending in perfectly with the shadows of the night...or the shadows of a dimly lit room. Doors were no barrier to Angel, even when they were locked. This had earned Angel the nickname Death's Shadow.
Down below in the alleyway, her guardian stood, waiting patiently for her signal. They bonded when he was just a young pup, after Angel had rescued him...before she began to work for Boss. He had thought it was a bad idea, but he was her Guardian and vowed to protect her no matter what path she took. They worked flawlessly together, predicting each others moves and working together to take down targets that were a little more stubborn.
Angel looked to the sky. It was almost time...She loosened the daggers in their holsters-one in her boot, the other at her right hip. At her left hip was a long, thin bladed sword, strong enough to hack through armor made of the toughest material but just thin enough to slip through ribs and pierce the heart. She loosened that as well and crouched down, invisible to all that passed by...waiting.
Down below in the alleyway, her guardian stood, waiting patiently for her signal. They bonded when he was just a young pup, after Angel had rescued him...before she began to work for Boss. He had thought it was a bad idea, but he was her Guardian and vowed to protect her no matter what path she took. They worked flawlessly together, predicting each others moves and working together to take down targets that were a little more stubborn.
Angel looked to the sky. It was almost time...She loosened the daggers in their holsters-one in her boot, the other at her right hip. At her left hip was a long, thin bladed sword, strong enough to hack through armor made of the toughest material but just thin enough to slip through ribs and pierce the heart. She loosened that as well and crouched down, invisible to all that passed by...waiting.