On a pitch-black night, three men were walking down an empty street. Each obviously drunk by the way they walked, talked and smelled. The middle one looked like the leader, as he was two steps in front of the other two and had a muscular body. His skin was a pale white colour, his eyes were blue and he had blonde hair.
To the left of him was a fat man, who had tanned skin and brown eyes. He was also bald with no facial hair. The one on the right was skinny and had black skin. His eyes were brown and his hair was black. All three of them were wearing hoodies of the same white colour and black baggy trousers.
"Remember wash she shaid?" Asked the fat one, with a slur in his voice.
"Yesh! That'sh wash sho prishlesh!" Said the muscular man. "Pleash Mistersh leave mesh alone!"
They all started laughing hysterically in unison.
"Very funny" Said a stone cold voice. "Too bad it wasn't fake. Or I might not have to do this"
A women stepped out the shadows, with a katana and a gun in her belt. The women was very athletic if her muscles and shape was anything to go by, she also had straight and long pink hair, was white and had a black tank top on, covered by a fur trimmed coat she also had tight jeans on.
"Wosh the fucsh are yoush?!" Shouted the skinny man, pulling out a switch-blade, along with his two other friends.
A smirk slowly made it's way on the women's face. "Your worst nightmare"
She then rushed at them at shocking speeds, ready to take them on. The muscular one ran at her at a much slower rate and the two collided in the middle. He attempted to punch her, but she dodged his fist with no effort as she then punched him in the solar plexus, making him double over in pain.
"Fucking bitsh!" Snarled the man, as he then turned towards his followers. "Helpsh!"
They nodded and rushed at her, the skinny man attempted to stab her with the switch-blade but the women grabbed his wrist and broke it before head-butting him to render him unconscious. The fat man noticed he wouldn't win and ran away, to which the women smirked at and caught up to him in seconds.
"Pleash, dont hurt mesh!" Begged the fat man, now on his knees. "I'll give you monesh! I'll give you waponsh! Anything! Jush name it!"
The women raised an eyebrow. "Begging, huh?" The women picked him up by the neck and brought him to eye-level with her. "Isn't that what your victim did?"
The man's eye's widened. "Nosh! Waish! That wash a mishtake!"
The women put the gun to his head. "A mistake, I wish to correct!" He fell to the floor with a bullet within his brain.
"Foretsh about me bish?!" Screamed the muscular man from behind as he then grabbed both her arms. "Now what will yash do?!"
The women just rolled her eyes and sighed, before bringing her head back to smash up against his face, making him let go of her in surprise. She then took this advantage to punch him in his throat, crushing his trachea.
"Idiots" She muttered under her breath as she walked over to the unconscious skinny man. "Can't have no witnesses" She broke his neck with a swift kick to the head. "I better get going"
She slowly walked away, back into the darkness.
This entire scene was being recorded by hidden cameras, connected live to a TV in a certain woman's house. A dark, mysterious but young women was sitting at a desk watching the scenes unfold, as the table in front of her only contained the TV and a chess set.
She turned to the chess set. A black soldier was close to a white soldier, who the women picked up and took out as the black replaced it, making the women smirk maliciously.
"You have finally made you move~" Said the women, as she turned her attention to the screen. "Time for the fun to begin~"
