Jack's Story

Jack sat cross-legged on a garbage can in an alley, her eyes closed and her mind focused. She was waiting for her prey which would be any person who went through the alley. Then she spotted him. Her ears perked as she heard the guy come closer and closer, oblivious to the danger in front of him. He only saw a small girl sitting on the trashcan, probably thinking she herself was trash. Jack then opened her eyes as a small piece of ice rose from the ground and trapped the man's legs and feet. He barely let out a sound before he was dead, a dagger stuck into his throat. She quickly melted the ice and caught his dead body as he fell, reaching into his bag and pockets and pulling out anything that was in them. She found a bit of money, a loaf of bread, and a single tea packet. She then noticed how richly he was dressed and smirked. "Tweedle Dee without his Tweedle Dum." She then walked out of the alley, pulled up her hood, and walked down the sidewalk. She ignored the scream from the alley as she searched for another place to hunt.

Jack reached a small opening where a few people were hanging out and sighed as she sat on a bench. "No one here even looks like they actually have anything of quality." She pulled down her hood and scratched her ears. "Well, at least all they see in a nine year old girl." She then stood from the bench and continued walking, eventually walking into an alley and sitting on a garbage can. She pulled her onyx diamond edged dagger and began wiping the blood from it, liking to keep her weapons clean.

Jack sheathed her dagger and looked side to side suspiciously, having the feeling of being watched. She gave a short growl. "I know you're there." In truth, she didn't, but she wanted to see if anyone really was there. It was her way of bringing out spies. She waited a few seconds, icy blue cat eyes darting side to side.

Jack looked to the person that had stepped out with a scarf wrapped around her face. Jack was curious, but as usual she stored that curiosity due to her weakness in it. The person, most noticeably, was wearing a trench coat. It'd be very easy for the person to hide a weapon in it, so Jack stayed on her guard. "Glad that you're just watching, though I don't understand how you can see through that idiotic scarf." She looked down at the tablet. "Nice electronic. Probably useful." She hopped down from the garbage can and turned towards the girl. "Now, if you have a weak stomach I suggest you leave. There tends to be a very disgusting sound around here. Or so I hear."