IX

Kyla's POV

The city's kind of quiet right now, less cars on the road, less people on streets, and more time for me. Being in this killing game is quite exhausting, but after seeing their corpse helpless on the ground, it all becomes worth it.

They deserved it, they deserved every bit of pain they feel when my bullet passes through their skulls. They're lucky I still have a bit of heart, because if I don't...I'd gladly let them experience how painful death can be when done slowly.

"Kyla." I heard a familiar voice behind me.

Dylan, my most loyal companion. When everything went wrong, he was there to help me up. He kept me grounded, safe, and well sane. Whenever life hits me hard, an earful of his voice takes me back to reality.

"Hey." I greeted him. He gave me a soft smile before sitting beside me on the rooftop. Dylan knew me like a book, he's even capable of telling me how I should feel. Heck, he even knows when my period's due.

"It's been years Ky." He reminded me, while I gave him a nod.

"I know, which is why I'm here." I chuckled, as I took a sip of my coffee before staring at the night sky. I don't really drink alcohol, I prefer drinking coffee. Alcohol gets the best of people, although some of those "best" results in bad scenarios.

"Saber's not gonna be back for 2 days." Dylan informed me.

"I know, I'm just taking my time." I replied while he nodded.

"The pain's still there huh?" Dylan said softly.

"It won't go away Dyl, you know that." I informed my best friend of 13 years.

"I know, it's just sometimes I kinda wonder why this happened to you." He said with pure honesty, I knew what he meant.

"Because the world's unfair." I chuckled, looking at the now crime scene happening below us.

"Like this." I said, while Dylan followed my gaze.

"An innocent beggar, arrested. For what reason? Because they wander the streets." I shook my head in disbelief.

"Scratch that, an innocent beggar, killed." I corrected myself, as I looked at the man lying in a pool of blood while the police shot him.

"To think that people should feel safe around these officers." I scoffed, shaking my head.

"If only people knew how much of a faker their idols are." Dylan finally said, while I nodded.

"Why are you still doing it Ky?" Dylan asked me.

"Because the world's unfair." I chuckled.

"I know that, but I don't get what difference it makes." He said. I know he's trying to talk me into stopping, but I won't.

"Listen Dyl. These persons I killed are out there, enjoying the world with their hard stolen cash. While the rest of us suffer beneath them." I started.

"Their families are sleeping peacefully, unaware that they're living with a monster. So here I am, the hunter." I smirked.

"These monsters won't stop, unless I put an end to this. The more we let them lurk around, the more chaos they'll cause. Let's not forget the fact that some of them even have holds on the Police now." I chuckled, while Dylan nodded.

"I won't forget how that Police Chief disregarded the information that Uncle Henry's death was caused by one of his own men." I said, as I remembered the face of Dylan's Dad.

"We're surrounded by two faced monsters that are urgently needed to eliminate. Since no one is strong enough to stand up to them, then this is our only option." I stated.

"But Ky, we don't decide how life g-"

"The innocent doesn't, but for those with hatred like me. We decided when it's time for these monsters to return their borrowed life. Or...let's say pay for the life they took." I said.

I know how bad my statement sounds, and I know that someday I'll pay for this as well. It doesn't really matter to me anymore, the reason I'm still here and trying to survive this cruel world is the fact that a few more of these heartless monsters are alive, and being the queen I am, I will eliminate each and everyone of them.

"Where are you going?" Dylan asked me, as I stood up and looked at the police car.

The hell with these officers, killing innocent people and dumping them in the garbage containers. Then what? When someone reports they'll make up a fake investigation. Since this poor beggar probably has no family, they'll dismiss the case.

"To take life." I replied, before putting my mask on and getting my hook ready.

"Kyla..." Dylan sighed, I looked at him and shook my head.

"You saw what happened Dylan."

"I know, do you really have to bring them karma instead of letting life itself?" He asked me.

"If I wait for that, I'll be waiting my whole life." Was all I said before I took a leap towards the building besides ours.

Dylan and I are very different people, but we still managed to remain loyal to each other. Despite my dirty hands, Dylan always made sure I'm not close to danger, or trouble. If anything, sometimes he helps me escape, or sometimes is the eye below.

Some days I feel like death, taking peoples lives. Although, I think I'm better than death himself. Death only takes peoples lives, no filters. Whether you're innocent or not, he'll take it. While I filter out my choices. And tonight, my choices are policemen.

In a few seconds or so, another vehicle will pass by this part of the town, while our lovely trio officer's are chilling by the vehicle. In an estimade time, they will enter this vehicle the same time the delivery truck passes by them.

I looked by the other building, and noticed Dylan was watching me with a soft smile. He mouthed "careful" before moving back to where he was hidden. Dylan knew my reasons, my deepest reasons as to why I do this merciless.

I got my grenade ready, while I crouched down the rooftop. My aim must be precise, or I'll get innocent ones involved. The plan is to throw this grenade, towards the truck a few seconds before exploding. While the truck drives past the police car, the truck itself should deflect the bomb and throw it inside, or under the police car.

As soon as the vehicle was in my peripheral view, I went to throw the grenade. Before I stood up and hid behind some wall from the rooftop, as the truck passes by safely the bomb detonated. The city was flashed with orange light, followed by a whole pile of smoke.

In a few seconds, people will come to check this flaming exploded car out, and I have to flee to avoid suspicions. I looked to my right and noticed that Dylan was signaling me to jump back there and escape.

So I did.