1: Enemies at the door

The beautiful orange sun hanged like a huge fireball casting it's shadows down on the towering city of Los angelos, with the position of the sun and the angle of the building. The day was perfect gradually fading to night and a young lady with orange brown hair on blue jean and pink shirt hugged a middle aged woman from her apartment building. 

"Good bye mum".

"Hazel, stay clear from guys and take care of your self" the woman said waving goodbyes.

The middle age woman was beautiful, pale skinned with white hair, orange eyes on a blue jean and a red top. She walked into the elevator and in few minutes she was at the seventh floor of the ten story building. She walked into a large room apartment which consists of a large palour directly connected to the kitchen, bed room, and three extra rooms. The living room wall is painted in white colors with red chairs, a tv on the wall, and a kitchen colored in brown with regular kitchen items.

" Bells, where are you? Your pancakes is ready". A young pale skinned boy of ten with brown orange hair and orange eyes ran down from his bedroom to the kitchen. 

"Thanks Mum, " he said excitedly hugging his mother. They sat at the dinning table sharing pancakes and juice when at the very same time. Ten men armored to the teeth dressed in black armored suit like swat team descends with a rope from the top floor of a ten story building aiming for the seventh floor where the duo sat chatting. 

"So who is Rachel? Bells don't tell me you already having a crush at your young age"

"Mun, she is my friend from school" Bells blushing

"Hmmmp, is that so, your babe from school right".

" Yes mun, huh!, Mun she is my just friend"

"See, you already admitted it, you like Rachel hahahaha".

"Mun, stop acting werid" Bells mun was Still laughing when suddenly she begins to sniff the air, perceiving odd smell. Her eyes widens instantly as her sharp senses could recognized unknown visitors.

"We have some unwelcome guest" she said

"Mun, what are you talking about?" bells roams his eyes around the apartment and back to his mother " there's is no one here mum" Bells replies.

"You won't understand, come with me, quickly" she holds Bells by his hands running to the living room. She reached for a small door which leads to small compartment made for keeping coats. She grabs Bells placing him into the small compartment and she said.

"Alex, No matter what happens, don't make a sound and don't come out. Do you understand me?". Bells nods his head and instantly he knew that there was danger because his mother only calls him by his actual name when there is danger. She shuts the down and Alex watched from a hole inside the door while his mom walks away. Five armored men stood by the front door of the apartment and five hanged by a rope out side the apartment holding heavy guns. These men speaking in a language of north korea.

"Bravo, ready" said a man to his walkie talkie hanged by a rope

"Alpha ready, we need marilyn dead or alive. hit it" An armored man commands the four men. Swiftly they rammed their foot against the door breaking it door. Swiftly, smoke gas was thrown into the living room

Swissssh!

Suddenly, the men hanged by the rope shattering the window storming into the apartment releasing their ropes rolling on the floor instantly aiming their guns. The men by the door enters into the room aiming Ak 47rifiles. They had gas mask on scanning the room for the enemy they came to find. 

Suddenly, one sees a very fast agile blur movement inside the living room running swiftly into the kitchen. Two men looks at each other and begins to walk to the kitchen holding their guns. They entered the kitchen and could not find anyone. Suddenly, Marilyn walks behind an armored man tapping him by the shoulders. The armor man quickly turns around, and a kitchen knife slice splitting his throat with torrents of blood splattering into the air. Another Armored man standing by the entrance door between the parlor leading to the kitchen saw marilyn. He quickly aimed his Ak 47 rifile however it was too late for him as Marilyn"s knife was toss into the air straight away aimed at a diabolical part that she envisioned. The knife thrust into the throat of her enemy. The armor man in the kitchen did not realize what has just happened, he turn with his gun 360 at the sounds of movement aiming his gun. His eyes widened when he saw marilyn running towards him. He aim to shoot, however the reflexes of marilyn was quicker redirecting the trajectory of the Ak-47 rifle of the armor man to the roof. 

Parararaaaah!

The gun shoots at the celling drawing the attention of the other men at the palour. Marilyn grabs the head of the assailant and violently rammed his head against the kitchen concrete slab designed in form of a cupboard. The sheer amount of force from her brute strength crashes his head against the slab violently crumbling the concrete slap to the floor. Instantly, the man's helmets was destroyed with his face to his head damaged beyond repair. 

The two armored men rushing forward into the kitchen shooting and spraying bullets into the kitchen however theirs eye widened when the saw a clawed wolf hand swing in such frightening speed right in front of their faces scratching their eyes out. Marilyn swiftly swings her clawed wolf hand like a cat left and right detaching the head of the two armor men standing at the front door leading to the palour. The remaining five men inside the palour shook in fear when they saw the horrifying way an armor man falls to the parlor floor with torrents of blood splashing with his head rolling on the floor without his body.

" Fire! fire!! fire!!!" The captain shouted

Parararaaaah! Parararaaaah!! The heavy sounds of Ak 47 rifiles and spraying of bullets thrusting giants bullet holes around the parlor recklessly, Alex in hiding could feel the intensity of the gun scattering and destroying the living room firing through into the kitchen. Brave Alex quivering in fear made a sound from his mouth due to bullets scratching his right cheek. The noise draws the attention of the commander who tells them to stop shooting. The noise of fear still echos from the compartment. He motions two men with his fingers to the attention of the compartment. Two arm men begins to walk closer to the compartment aiming their rifles. The two men walked to a mid distance falling on their knees taking proper aiming position at the targeted compartment. They pull the muzzle and their hands begins to drift right their fingers about to pull the trigger