She was walking through what some would consider a nightmare, her feet crunching across broken house and blown up pavement. "Why are you doing this?" The man in a White Lotus uniform cowered in defeat on a pile of ruin. A slow smile crept across her delicate red lips as she removed her gloves, licking them in anticipation and excitement. "Because," she tucked her gloves into her belt so as not to get them dirty, or maybe it was for dramatic affect. "You don't deserve to be saved!" With a jump and movement of her arms a whirlwind passed through them, picking up the sharpest objects it could find and slicing through the man like scissors on paper. The sickening crack of his bones, the wonderful sound of his skin ripping and the blood, so much blood; it was exhilarating. With her same quiet smile, Manaka replaced her gloves back on her hands and turned around, boots crunching once more on broken glass and crushed dreams.
A whistle went past her ear and quickly, she stopped the flood of bullets that was about to pepper her body like rice bags through a corn hole. She could feel the pressure around her drop, Manaka's ears popping as she formed a shield of constant moving air so as not to get hit by a metal ball. Manaka picked up her pace, her purple coat flapping around her as she danced across the grounds of the facility that she used to guard.
"None of you deserve to be saved."
It was fabulous really to watch her once allies burn, the sound of their screams was music to her ears. Manaka stepped through the frame of what once could have been a door, or possibly a wall, it didn't matter now though. Shoes still on despite the strict rule of no footwear in the house (how wonderful it felt to commit the smallest of infractions!) Manaka put her air shield down and picked an arrow out of her quiver, loading it into the bow so as not to alert anyone of her presence. On silent feet she crept across the corridor to the main room where she discovered two already dead. "Oh come on," Manaka quietly whined. "You couldn't leave any for me?" She huffed and continued on in silence, doing a three sixty to make sure that there was nothing behind her. In a dark hallway she heard the sound of breathing and cocked her head to the side before throwing open a broken door to find a woman huddled in the corner like the cowering man she had killed earlier. With a hunters instinct she let the arrow fly, watching as it sunk into the Lotus member's throat.
A child flew out from another room, hardly ten years old with beautiful blond hair and piercing green eyes. "You killed her!" The boy screamed, hugging the woman who most likely had been his mother. Unleashing another arrow, the boy fell just as quickly as he entered. With a rock in her stomach, Manaka stepped forward and gazed into his startling green eyes that would never see again. He was too young to die, but her survival was detrimental. With that kill her need to demolish dissipated and Manaka fell against the bamboo wall herself, feeling out of breath. "What have I done?" She asked no one as the realization sunk in. "What have I become?" It didn't matter though, because for the Leader Manaka would kill until she was the last person on earth.