A girl stood on the large flat roof of a skyscraper. Her short, orange hair
blew in the wind as she stared at another building. Stared at it with
orange, pupil-less eyes. Her skin was very, very light- almost white. Even
though it was chilly up high on the roof, she was wearing shorts and an
orange tank top. If the cold effected her in any way, she did not show it.
The girl continued to stare at the other building, taller than the one she was on now. 'This is it. . . This is the building. . .'
She held up a bow in her left hand. It was orange- the same shade as everything else- and had strange markings on it. An arrow was held in her right hand. Notching the arrow, she stood ready and pulled the string back. The girl looked at the tip of the arrow, and concentrated. It burst into flame. She continued to pour her energy into the arrow, but the flame grew no bigger.
Her eyes went back to the bigger building. She aimed. And released. The arrow flew towards the skyscraper, flame flickering in the front. The whole arrow appeared to be engulfed in fire.
But the two buildings were too far apart. The arrow would never make it. The girl did not move, her bow still raised. The arrow kept going. . . and going. It never even started to fall, still holding as much speed as when it was released. The girl was smirking.
The arrow hit.
Time seemed to slow for just a moment. The energy packed into the flame released, creating an explosion that ripped through the building at the exact moment the arrow made contact with the building. The explosive force and flames pushed through the building, from one side to the other. The force climbed up and down as a huge fiery ball encased the skyscraper. It had the power of a bomb. A big bomb. Debris flew outward as everything was destroyed, and the explosion still crept outwards towards surrounding buildings- including the one the girl still stood on.
The orange girl turned calmly and picked up a dark coat lying on the ground next to her, used to conceal her appearance. Throwing it on and putting up the hood, she walked towards the door into the building and off the roof.
The fireball still raged outwards, but stopped before touching any other objects. It still consumed the now torched skyscraper. As the top began to crumble, the flames sped downwards on the inside. Debris still crashed into other places.
Inside the smaller building, the girl walked down the hallway to the stairs. People around her panicked at the sight of the explosion and ran. Screams filled the air as the people began to crowd towards the stairs, trying to get out of the building. She was the only calm one. She still wore the smirk, covered by the shadows of her hood.
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The girl continued to stare at the other building, taller than the one she was on now. 'This is it. . . This is the building. . .'
She held up a bow in her left hand. It was orange- the same shade as everything else- and had strange markings on it. An arrow was held in her right hand. Notching the arrow, she stood ready and pulled the string back. The girl looked at the tip of the arrow, and concentrated. It burst into flame. She continued to pour her energy into the arrow, but the flame grew no bigger.
Her eyes went back to the bigger building. She aimed. And released. The arrow flew towards the skyscraper, flame flickering in the front. The whole arrow appeared to be engulfed in fire.
But the two buildings were too far apart. The arrow would never make it. The girl did not move, her bow still raised. The arrow kept going. . . and going. It never even started to fall, still holding as much speed as when it was released. The girl was smirking.
The arrow hit.
Time seemed to slow for just a moment. The energy packed into the flame released, creating an explosion that ripped through the building at the exact moment the arrow made contact with the building. The explosive force and flames pushed through the building, from one side to the other. The force climbed up and down as a huge fiery ball encased the skyscraper. It had the power of a bomb. A big bomb. Debris flew outward as everything was destroyed, and the explosion still crept outwards towards surrounding buildings- including the one the girl still stood on.
The orange girl turned calmly and picked up a dark coat lying on the ground next to her, used to conceal her appearance. Throwing it on and putting up the hood, she walked towards the door into the building and off the roof.
The fireball still raged outwards, but stopped before touching any other objects. It still consumed the now torched skyscraper. As the top began to crumble, the flames sped downwards on the inside. Debris still crashed into other places.
Inside the smaller building, the girl walked down the hallway to the stairs. People around her panicked at the sight of the explosion and ran. Screams filled the air as the people began to crowd towards the stairs, trying to get out of the building. She was the only calm one. She still wore the smirk, covered by the shadows of her hood.
((you know the routine, read and review please! Thanks!))