Zre's feet clicked on the shingles of a high rooftop.  The Grim lived. And there was one other she needed to destroy.  The woman who stole her childhood.  Forced her to fight for her own survival.  Stealing her inheritence when her father was gone.  But now?  Now there was no stopping her.  For 3 long years she's been alone on the streets.  These years felt like decades.  She withdrew her concealed blade from her skirts and held it outstretched in her hands.  The metal glinting in the dimming light.  She heard the calls of Drake behind her... she did not acknowledge this.  And glided across the telephone wires to the next building, the open window welcomed her as she slid in.  Ever so carefully....she crept into the hallways of her home.  It was time for 'mommy' to perish and suffer as she had.

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"Dam it." Drake hissed in between clenched teeth, after losing sight of Zre.  He ran his fingers through his hair in distress as a low growl like noise escaped his throat.  He looked around, spotting Asphalt, Renegade and a boy he did not reconize in the distance.  He looked back to the rooftops...desperately searching for Zre. 

Asphalt laughed at Adon's comment. "Of course. The homeless... the other runaways..." He sighed. "This alley is the hangout of most of the social, criminalistic teen runaways and homeless. The quieter ones, the kids, the adults... They all live hidden, mainly. I used to actually know of a few of the younger ones..." He grimaced.

Before they died.

Renegade yawned. "Anyone have a clock?" she groaned. "I have no patience,"
She slumped.

(( Major brainfart. ;())

Zre crept down the pas.sages that made up the apartment in which her target lived... she saw the dimming array of orange ahead, so she knew there was a fire in the fireplace... her breath escaped her calmly and at ease as she held the blade handle stiffly in her right palm.  She entered the room and stood in the doorway... she saw a large lounger and the gasps of the one who sat in the velvet.  She inched around the cushion and the embers enlit her faire skin from the hearth... the flickering flames seeming to dance along the walls.  She looked at the face and a low hiss escaped her throat as she realized one thing... it wasn't her.  The fury rose from her chest and her dark green eyes narrowed so her pupils were near slits... she flew back down the hallway and shot out the window.  Leaving not a trace of her prescence.  Her dark cloak shroaded her in a sea of black as she raced across the roof shingles once more...her weapon once again concealed in her skirts.  She resembled a ghostly phantom in the dusk.  She flew off the edge of a building, catching a fire escape and landing gracefully in an alleyway.  She walked easily out and crept along the sidewalk.  She glanced up... catching sight of Asphalt and the girl named Renegade.  And some other boy.  She pulled her cloak tighter to shield her from the brisk windchill.  Her dark brown bangs fell into her face as she carried herself across the street.

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Drake finally caught sight of a black shroud.  He knew without a doubt this would be Zre.  "ZRE!" he called in a hoarse whisper, racing up to her and catching her by the arm.  He spun her around to look at him.  "Where have you been." he hissed, swallowing hard.  his own anger rising.  "You're DEAD.  Don't you remember?" he said bitterly, anger rising more.  "The newspaper article...you cant just go on a KILLING SPREE when you're DEAD.  When the GRIM IS DEAD." he scowled angrilly.

Asphalt smiled faintly. "Don't be too anxious. It's not worth going out in broad daylight and getting caught for your chocolate fix," he laughed, arching an eyebrow at Renegade's less than eager ex
pression.

Aspahlt's eyes narrowed at Zre and Drake. Drake said a slur of raspy sentences, but all Asphalt could make out were the words 'dead,' 'newspaper,' 'killing,' and 'grim.' He couldn't risk getting caught due to the sloppiness of a psychotic girl bent on killing anything that stood in her way.

Still, he didn't bother interfere. Worse case scenario, he'd just leave under the cover of night, until she was caught.

Renegade pouted. "But..I need....Chocolate..." She said dramatically, falling to the ground and actigng like she was dead. "I'll....I'll die if I don't have any..." She added, sticking her tongue out.

((lol))

"Waaa!" Renegade shot up and darted away from Asphalt, giggling. "You wierdo!" She laughed. Once she had finally stopped giggling, she grinned at him. She sat down indian style, "You really are something, you know that?" she said, a smile planted into her lips.

"I know, right?," he jokingly chanted, "I should be on Broadway. Actually, I lived on an alley by Broadway before. But the NYPD missed me too much," he jested, his neon blue eyes dancing. "See? You'll learn to love me. I'm a cla.ss A manipulator," he gloated flirtatiously. "You can't help but smile."

"Oh, she can't wait, Adon. She's voracious," he said, merrily, his eyes glinting. "Well, at least we know you won't be above begging for food," he smiled, looking at Renegade with a taunting ex
pression.

He sneered at Adon. "By the way, I am not a lovebird. I am a flirter. My love life is Ren's chocolate. Except mine doesn't cost a penny," he chirped jokingly.

Renegade covered her mouth, trying not to smile, but failed. She sighed to herself, and for once, allowed herself to smile for real. "What ever," She said, rolling her eyes.

(( Mega brainfail. ))

Renegade stared at the two. "Lucky," she said quietly. The thought of faking her own death flashed in her hed, but she shooed it away. "Zre? The Grim? I've read abotu her in the Newspaper." Renegade said.

-fail-

"She doesn't scare me," Asphalt mumbled, under his breath. He remembered all of the adrenaline murder brought. He kinda, well, missed it. Sure, he would regret killing his dad, but... it needed to be done.

"Ren, is there anyone you've ever really hated? Ever?" He murmured darkly.

"Well, yeah." Renegade answered. "But it doesn't alwasys make things right. But then again, sometimes, its the right thing to do," She said sympathetically. "And what do you mean, 'pursed other types of crime'?" she asked.

(( Dun make fun of my fail. ;())