Chapter 5

There in the poorly lit environment, someone lurked around the street, dressed in all black. The silky black hair that had a smooth flow with the wind made it evident the person was a lady. Her black attire also made her blend with the darkness. The atmosphere seemed cold from the coldness that radiated off her. Anyone close by would feel the compelling aura around her. The aura made her appear domineering despite her unseen face.

Hands tucked in the pocket, she walked towards the bench she saw around and sat down. She shut her eyes as she felt the cool breeze soothe her skin. 

A few minutes into the overbearing silence, the quiet lady began to tap her legs impatiently.

“One,” she muttered silently.

After what seemed like eternity, she opened her eyes.

“Two,” she smirked.

“Three,” she tilted her head sideways, just in time to avoid a dagger that was aimed at her.

She stood up, removed her hands from her pockets and dusted her clothes as though there was dust on them.

“It’s fine. You can come out now.” She said to no one in particular.

Everywhere remained silent, as if someone’s life wasn’t just threatened seconds ago. The lady clicked her tongue and smiled.

“Come out now, will you?” she half-yelled. “Whoever sent you know better than to annoy me. I can be really dangerous when I’m pissed off. They didn’t tell you that?”

As soon as she finished talking, different sounds of footsteps were heard from behind the trees around her, and she was all surrounded the next minute.

“You want something quiet?” she smirked as she walked closer to the one who seemed to be the leader. “Is that why you chose to get me killed with a dagger?”

The young man looked unshaken by her as she walked closer and closer to him till she was close enough to stare at him in the eyes.

“While I’m being nice, tell me who sent you.” She said as she tucked her hands across her chest.

The man stared at her for a while like he was hypnotized by her eyes, but when he seemed to snap out of it, he yelled out an order.

“Attack!” 

“Aargh,” she groaned inwardly. “This is about to get dirty, I’m sure.”

She turned to face the rest of the assassinators, who all aimed their daggers at her. She moved away from the ringleader because she thought it wouldn’t be wise to fight his men with him at her back. He could attack her from the back for all she cared.

With a low yell, the men all charged at her with their daggers. Skillfully fighting off the first man that came near her, she collected the dagger in his hand and stabbed him. She threw a punch at the next man, making him move backwards unexpectedly to disrupt the flow of those coming up behind him. It bought the lady enough time to get a dagger out of her socks.

Now that she had two daggers in her grip, she began to fiercely and fearlessly attack, swinging the daggers skillfully as if they were the lightest things in the world. The assassinators fell down lifeless.

Without wasting time, she continued to slit their throats before moving to the next target until she stood face to face with the leader.

The ringleader looked surprised to see his men down. They were the best of his men and he wondered how a lady could kill off ten men within the twinkle of an eye. He should have declined when he was ordered to kill with only a dagger. The boss thought a gun would call for attention.

 She was surely skilled and fearless just as she had been described. But he just didn’t realize sooner that he’d be sacrificing his men and probably himself because his dagger had been knocked out of his hand.

Before he could react, the lady knocked him off his feet and he fell on his knees. She held a dagger at his neck, making the man tilt his head up in fear of her slitting his throat.

“Who sent you?" she asked, but the man kept mute.

“It’d be better for him to die while sticking to the allegiance he pledged than to give out the information she seeks.” He thought.

“You won’t answer?” she smiled. Even her smile seemed cold and cruel at the moment. The man didn’t respond, which made the lady sigh.

“Fine, you know what?” She frowned. “I don’t need the name. But do well to inform him that I’m back for good.” She said as she simultaneously cut the man at his arm. 

“Nothing or no one can stop me. Now, run!” she ordered, and the man stared at her wide-eyed. “Do you need me to repeat myself?”

She turned her back to the man, and she stared at the daggers in her hands that blood dripped from.

“Leave when I’m nice. You won’t like me if I change my mind.” She frowned.

The young man, thankful that she had spared his life, hurriedly stood up and began to run away from the scene as he held his hand that blood continued to flow down from. When he was several feet away, the ruthless lady turned to look at him.

“I might as well just change my mind now.” She smiled as she pulled out a gun from her pocket and aimed at the running man before pulling the trigger twice.

The man screamed in pain before he fell down, holding his two legs dearly. The lady returned her gun to her pocket, pulled the hood over her head and tucked her hands in.

“I’m Lia and I never miss my target.” She said, and she trailed backwards, leaving the area and then gradually blending with the darkness until she could no longer be seen.