Author's note: I'm trying to make these a little shorter because I have so many to do, I also feel like they are getting kinda boring and repetitive. Ya'll tell me what you think!
Project Ignite, day seven.
Threat level: 0.
She never expected it.
Never foresaw anything out of the ordinary would happen to her.
Annie lived a normal lived a normal life with her parents and little brother. Their house was large, their property spacious. But nothing new ever happened in their little family. Until one night.
Annie crawled out from under her covers. The clock on her desk read it was past midnight. Though it was late spring, she wore a thick, maroon hoodie.
She slid up the window and clambered out onto the flat roof. She pulled her hood over her red hair, the white tips hung in her face as she climbed to the highest point. Annie lay on her back, sharp green eyes reflecting the map of stars above her. The moon gleamed a soft, silver light on her.
Annie closed her eyes, glad for the moment of peace. She was an anxious girl, afraid to hurt anything or anyone. She was afraid of many things, but not of heights. Not of the dark.
Up here, she felt freed of some weight.
However, the feeling quickly disappeared as a helicopter roared overhead.
It all happened so fast.
Annie got to her feet, preparing to leave. It struck her from behind, that tiny dart.
Just an instant, and the unexpected happened.
Annie couldn’t decide if unexpected was good as her body struck the roof and all faded away.
Project Ignite, day eight.
Threat level: 2.7.
“I suggest you stay on the floor if you want to keep your teeth,” Lyndyn hissed, silver eyes blazing as she stared down the man in front of her. She pushed him, she was stronger and taller than him, the force of her shove sent him sprawling to the dirty floor. Before he could recover, she stole around the corner of a shabby building and disappeared. The man had threatened to steal from her. She delivered a rock-hard fist to his face in reply. When he tried to fight back, she had given him a warning.
Lyndyn had learned the hard way that in her city, you can’t be soft on anyone, because they won’t be soft on you. She had many a scar hidden beneath her dark cloak. The man had made a mistake thinking she was easy picking. He had learned a hard lesson that day.
Don’t mess with Lyndyn Furik.
Lyndyn swept her amber hair out of her face. She pulled the cowl of her dark cloak over her head, obscuring her features. Hidden beneath it, there were multiple daggers and other useful tools. Over her shoulder one could see the feathered ends of arrows. She had strung the large longbow across her chest.
Her cloaked form was barely visible as Lyndyn stole through the plentiful shadows towards her target, a small and rarely visited store. She moved closer.
Ten meters. She took her bow off her back, nocking a blunt arrow. This was not a normal arrow.
Five meters. She pulled back the arrow, back muscles bunching together.
She positioned herself, carefully aiming at her target.
Retrieval in action...
Just as her fingers were about to release, a noise from above startling her and her shot went wide, hurtling over the head of her target, who flinched violently. Lyndyn swore under her breath. The arrow was made to incapacitate its target, but not when she missed.
Lyndyn glanced up, cursing whatever that had startled her. Her colorful language ceased as her eyes fell on a glistening black helicopter hovering the air. It had been years since she saw one of those.
She frowned at it. It was low, the roar of the blades grated on her ears. As she watched, two men sped down almost invisible cables and landed somewhere out of view. Time to go. Lyndyn spun on her heel and hurried down the alley behind her. She had nearly been caught trying to steal from the store, so it would be best if she wasn’t seen.
Lyndyn replaced the dulled arrow in her tall boot and slung her bow back over shoulder as she hurried away. The chilly air raised goosebumps on her skin.
She turned into another alley, almost to her hideout, but barring her way was the two men from the helicopter. In an instant, Lyndyn whipped out her bow and nocked a normal arrow. The gleaming arrowhead was pointed straight at them. “Get out of my way.” she said evenly.
They were carrying guns. They didn’t say a word, but they had an air of confidence around them. One of them leveled his gun at Lyndyn and pulled the trigger.
Lyndyn instantly jumped out of the way, using her momentum to lunge at the man who had shot. He fell, but she fell with him. He hit the ground heavily, quickly recovering.
He jumped to his feet and swung a fist at her.
She danced out of the way.
The other man shot at her.
In the fray, Lyndyn had dropped her bow. She cursed herself for her stupidity and pulled out one of her daggers. The fight came to a stand-still. The two men stood in ready stances. Without thinking, Lyndyn hurled her dagger at the closest man, catching him in the shoulder. He cried out and fell with a thump. One down, one to go.
Lyndyn turned to the other man, but only to find he was gone. She glanced around. Where could he have gone? She got her answer when pain lanced through her neck and head. Just before she collapsed, she saw him. He climbed the wall and shot her from the roof. Smart.
Note: Injuries inflicted due to self-protection.
Featured in this story: Phoebe DeNeve as Annie and Luna Colon as Lyndyn. (correct me if I'm wrong, I don't know if it was another Luna. It just said Luna in the form)