The sound of her feet made only a slight echo on the tile floor. No one would hear her fast approach from the room she was heading to. She stood in front of a door, the darkness of the hallway a shroud, covering everything except for the color of her eyes, which were the purplest hue. The door was locked, and she smirked. Inside the room, there was shouting. There was crying. There was pleading. Soon, if she did not move, there would be raping. She braced herself, tensing the muscles in her thighs and back. There was a scream. And she kicked the door open. It banged back against the wall, leaving a dent.
A man in his late 40's stood over a girl no older than 12. He turned to her, and his eyes, bright with lust, grew brighter still.
"Did you come to join the fun beautiful?" His voice oozed honey, a rattlesnake venom. She smirked. "That's a nice offer, but I must decline."
"And why is that?" he asked as he began walking towards her. She pulled out her gun, a semi-automatic shotgun. He stopped.
"It's time for you to die now," she said softly. She turned to the girl. "Honey, close your eyes. When you open them, the scary man will be gone." The girl obeyed. She turned back to the man.
"Who are you?" he gasped past the rising terror in his throat. She shot him in the balls. He fell to his knees, screaming his anguish. She knelt down next to him.
"As I send you to whatever judgment you believe, and as damnation tortures your soul, let my name, Nishya, be the curse you scream in your pain." She pulled the trigger a second time, blowing his head away.
When the girl opened her eyes, the scary man was gone. So was the woman who saved her virginity. And her life.