"This is Anne Catherine reporting on CNN news." A curly brown haired lady spoke on television, "For the last 9 years, Silver Fang has struck again and again. Just the last three days, she has assassinated the Colorado governor's wife. Unknown circumstances on how she got from there to back here so quickly, for 2 gangs were found dead in the alley connecting Rushing Water Ave. and Nicole Gong Rd. Citizens are to keep an eye out for this cunning murderer and to inform the FBI any clues that are uncovered or this killer shall torment us for another couple frightening years. And now for the weather."

How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors?
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb
Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it and then lead it back home
(Wake me up) wake me up inside
(Can't wake up) wake me up inside
(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run, before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real,
Bring me to life
(Wake me up) wake me up inside
(Can't wake up) wake me up inside
(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run, before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life
Frozen inside without your touch without your love darling
Only you are the life among the dead
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don't let me die here; there must be something more
Bring me to life
(Wake me up) wake me up inside
(Can't wake up) wake me up inside
(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run, before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life
Bring me to life

Beams of light struck the worn-down building in the musty neighborhood, lighting everything in their path and brightening the dark night.
"I don't see her."
"Let's try, uh, apartment."
Footsteps creaked onto the wooden floor as official-looking security guards and police entered the crumbling building. They shone their flashlights around every dark corner, frightening squeaking rats as they dashed out of sight.
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A figure crouched on the rooftop of an edifice, alert and tense. Swift, but silent, she crawled down to pear over the edge. At least thirteen FBI agents were searching for her, all holding flashlights and scanning over every dark dusty corner that the moonlight couldn't touch. Deciding to play with them, she drew out a small gun and aimed it at an unsuspecting cop. Tongue between her teeth, she pulled back the trigger and saw the bullet bite into his chest. He gasped, startling the others with him, and fell to the ground, great amounts of blood dripping from the wound.
"I see her!"
"Up there!"
"Move!"
She turned to run. Leaping over rooftops, she ran in a catlike way, smirking. This was fun. Her black leather jacket billowed out behind her, long black flying in the still night air. The watch on her wrist sputtered with static before a voice spoke through it.
"Do you have the device yet?" a sinister male voice murmured.
"Yeah." She replied, "Can't a girl have some fun once in a while?"
"Mm-hmm, hurry and come back."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Don't get caught."
"Have I ever been?"
"Red Blade out."
Bullets pelted at her feet and whooshed past her face. She hurled herself behind a rusting metal box to use as a shield. She pulled out her gun again and peered over the top, ducking as a bullet shot over her head. She held out her gun and bullets struck the cops that were running and wheezing to keep up.
Click. Click.
Damn. She had run out of bullets and hadn't brought any extra packs along. Now was her cue to leave. Weaving in the rain of gunshots, she swiftly cartwheeled through and somersaulted over edge of the roof, down 12 floors. Without a scratch, she landed on her hands and feet and dashed through the maze of the worn-down neighborhood.
Rough hands seized her. She whirled around, foot crashing into the police's face and vaulted over him. She flipped over a second cop and swung her against his skull before punching him in the stomach when she landed lightly on her feet, making him cough out specks of blood and mucus. She grabbed a dirk hidden in her belt and plunged it into her chest, then wrenching it out and back flipped over a third police creeping up behind her with a metal club in hand, holding the now wet with blood knife. She smirked, this was getting more amusing by the second; seeing them gasp for their last breath in pain, before sighing as they finally drop. She landed on his shoulders and jammed the dirk into the top of his head, emitting spurts of blood that ran over her shiny fingerless gloves. He hung in the air in shock for a moment before collapsing to the ground, death lingering in his eyes. She back flipped off and landed gently on her feet once more.
A long coil of rope wrapped around her wrist and jerked her down, causing her to crash down to the stony ground. She grabbed the rope and whirled around a dead lamppost, attempting to pull out the one at the other end. Unfortunately, the wielder was stronger and yanked her out and smashed her to the brick wall. Another slither of rope hooked onto her other wrist and jerked her off balance. A trickle of warm blood ran down her skull as she struggled. She cursed at them and tried to get up, but police and FBI agents poured out of hidden places, all armed with guns pointing at her head, and struggled to hold her down. Now her patience was running out. Time to use her secret weapon. She hissed at them and extracted silver claws that sprouted from her fingertips and slashed through the ropes, tearing flesh the same time. The cops shrieked and jumped back in alarm. Blood dripped from her now3 crimson-stained claws. She bared her teeth at them, showing her pointed fangs that gleamed silver in the moonlight. She heard a bang behind her and felt a bullet graze the side of her ribs, ripping through the jacket and black t-shirt, wetting them with blood. She whirled around to meet the man who had boldly shot her and in a flash, he was nothing more than a pile of ripped flesh and bone, the ground splattered with pools of blood.
"Anyone else would like a taste of my claws?" she snarled at them, spitting the salty taste in her mouth to the wet ground. They merely cast her several terrified faces before running in fright without hesitation. All except one.
He was tall and stood fearlessly in front of her.
"What? You want to die too?" she asked coldly.
"I don't intend to." He answered. She rolled her eyes and leaped at him. He let out a bullet from his hidden pistol, but she was too fast for him and slashed across his chest. He gave a groan and clutched his bloodied chest, cloth sticking to the wound in shreds.
"Now you asked for it." he growled and let out a grenade-like object. Covering his mouth, he shot it at the ground. It let out a blast and created a huge cloud of dust. Her eyes stung with ash as she tried to see through the haze as her head went dizzy.
"Ionai powder," came the man's voice from somewhere in from of her, "Even you aren't immune to its knock-out effect." Falling into a swirling darkness, she cursed her human side before slumping down into the shadows of darkness.