An assassin's assignment.

The attacks came quickly, and had she not been fast, then she would not have made it out alive. The sounds were almost musical, a hidden rhythm of twigs quietly snapping beneath her feet as she ran, wanting to get away from both the truth and the attacker. To the left, the *thwack* of the bows in the training fields could be heard, resonating off the trees and seeming dangerously close to her. She realized as she ran, she had to fight to survive, and in this world, it was kill or be killed.

One would have had to strain to hear it, but it was heard, the quiet *shink* of a sword being pulled from its sheath. This left the perpetrator thinking about the obvious attack about to come. although nobody could see it, the assassin smirked, ready for an easy kill. The victim was panting, ready to get attacked, but she refused to die. A faint glow in the assassin's vision gave away the hiding girl, probably preparing something. The assassin can't take chances, and is ready to strike, eager to be paid. A blink, two, this is taking too long, the assassin could be getting paid right now. She took her move, moving quickly through the forest, almost too quickly. A flash, and a sting of pain. The assassin's expression changed from the awful smirk to one of fright. 'But she was almost 10 feet away a second ago' the assassin thought. "Why have you people ruined my new life?!" She asked with tears streaking down her betrayed face. The assassin felt a ping of guilt for this girl, the girl that would decide the fate of thousands of people, having been taken from her home and experimented on by the most awful people, and then thrown in this pit-of-despair world, thrown away by all of the people she held dear. This isn't how she should have come to this world, it was supposed to help her, to give her a new life, but she was met by a horrible group of people, who wanted her hidden potential more than anybody. Those were the only thoughts that came to the assassin's mind as everything went black.