An illustrative piece based on a futuristic imaginative world involving character design and plot development.
Accepted Entry in eleven40seven February 2017 web publication format.
One. She took a deep breath. Two. She steadied her stance. Three.
She ran to the edge of the building and jumped. Anyone driving who took notice may have thought she was committing suicide. However, in The City, it came as no surprise once they saw the red blur.
She dropped several hundred feet before pulling out her gun once she spotted her target. The unsuspecting misfits took not notice as they drove ahead. According to her calculations, by the time they were beneath her, she would be in shooting range. Unfortunately, the passenger caught a glimpse of the read blur and panicked.
Only one individual would be crazy to appear from the sky during a hunt.
He silently prayed he and his partner weren't targets; that they just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He quickly rummaged through the car for a spare gun. Once in his possession, his apparent excitement made him drop it. He pressed the alarmed driver to step on the gas, pointing out their possible death sentence. The driver took notice of the form, and sped through traffic, hoping to stay out of its range.
She rolled her eyes while anticipating their actions. As they passed under her, the green haired individual kept a close on her as she took aim. He then began to shoot every which way in a panic, hoping to get a good shot. One laser beam knocked the gun out of her hand. She snarled at her lost weapon. She had expected to kill them both with one shot; less of an effort and mess if she had been able to do so. At least she had a spare, but a moment's hesitation made her think of her sword.
Quick and precise, it would also get the gun out of his hands. She reached around her back, her hand sinking into her own skin to pull out her sword. What seemed to be a large intricate tattoo on her skin, served to be weapon concealer, a benefit for her to keep the extra weight off her small frame.
The passenger noticed this and he paled in realization. Clearly this kid wasn't human.
One laser then grazed her cheek as she dodged the others midair. She winced slightly, but kept her eyes on her targets. She didn't know why they all struggled. In the end, the only thing left was blood.
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