I stood on the top of a building wearing my raiding uniform. It was an all-black outfit from head to toe: a black latex body suit with a utility belt, a crying red mask with white tears and a trembling mouth, and the word "weakness" written across the face. Finally, I wore two long combat boots.
My utility belt, I have modified so I can use various tools: my gun, some rope, a knife, bobby pins, a slim jim, and finally a shock baton.
The target Paul was last seen meeting a group man entering this crack house below me.
My informant mentioned that they were carrying bags of illegal drugs and had four girls that they paid for the night.
After I finish here, I will ensure that the police are informed about what's happening.
"No time like the present." I leaped off the building and used my water abilities to create a slide to the front door for my entrance.
I quickly and quietly entered the unlocked house and found an unconscious man on the floor while a woman attempted to rob him. The woman and I made eye contact, and she immediately knew why I was there. Tears ran down her face as she quietly asked, "Are you going to kill me?"
What she's doing is a crime, but she's not my target. "I'm looking for Paul Black. Is he here?" I know he's here, and depending on her answer, she might face severe consequences due to her association with him.
The hooker looked left and then right before pointing upstairs, "He took one of the girls-" Before she could say anymore an arrow made from blood pierced through her skull.
He stood confidently on the stairway, dressed in a sleek black suit. His face was concealed by a black smiling mask, adorned with the word "lust" beneath both eyes. "So, you were looking for me?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he playfully manipulated thin air, creating swirling patterns with blood.
In our society, gifted hunters explore the unknown to protect our world from potential threats. There are some people who we called The Rejected. These people have committed a sin that only they are capable of.
Killing another Gifted.
As eternal punishment, we wear these masks for acceptance or respect among fellow raiders.
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The mask tells us how they saw themselves and their emotions when they committed that act.
His mask tells me that he sexually assaulted someone till death and he enjoyed it.
"I believe you know some things that you're not supposed to. How about we step outside and talk where there's more space?" I said, feeling the moisture gathering in my palms.
Paul burst into laughter and decisively made his way downstairs, "I know a lot of things that I shouldn't. Maybe if you refresh my memory I might-"
"The Godfrey family," was the only phrase that needed to be spoken.
He instantly stopped moving and was completely silent. Behind that mask hid what he felt once I asked him that question.
Without wasting time, he shot a stray beam of blood at me, which I blocked with a barrier of water.
Immediately I counter by grabbing with an extending water hand and toss him to the street.
I strut my way out of the house, clutching my shock baton in my right hand and the Desert Eagle in my left. "Looks like you're not as clueless as you seem. Care to share?" I asked.
Paul tried to get up but was still recovering from that attack, "Oh you sexy dommy, you are one of them, aren't you? BOYS GIVE HER HELL!" That moment Paul called out for reinforcement.
The moment I turned around, I faced three big men in suits carrying swords and wearing samurai masks. They tried their best to sneak attack me.
Failure was the only word that could best describe their efforts.
The four-way went on and on even with the interference of Paul sniping from the distance, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! IT'S ONE PERSON!" Paul shouted with his anger leaking through his mask.
Their strategy was to prevent me from firing my gun or attack them with the shock baton.
But they made a slight miscommunication which led to me firing at Paul's leg.
Our gifts provide passive enchantments to our bodies that are specifically designed to enhance our combat abilities. As a water user, we possess a natural agility and nimbleness that sets us apart from the average gifted.
One of Paul's men went to go tender for his wounds which shifted the ties of battle.
With my incredible mobility and reflexes, I shot one of the guards in the stomach four times and for the other, I shot him at his knees, bashing the baton against his face before kicking against his face for good measure.
The last remaining guy held his sword proudly while standing in front of Paul, "Be honest with yourself women, the Godfrey family is something the world will pay good money to know more about. Especially if they knew that one member is living-" with a quick draw of my gun.
Paul's bodyguard fell to the ground.
"You talk too much, you know that. That member of the Godfrey family will remain a mystery to the people. I will ensure that they enjoy their lives and live it the way they want to. They simply radiated a light that not even the sun could match." I reload my gun, grabbing the clips hidden within my outfit.
Pointing the gun at Paul and completely changing the tone of my voice, "I'm their wife after all. What type of wife I will be if I can't protect my partner." Unloading every single bullet into his body while listening to his agonizing cries that echo within the night.