Yuki: Wow, new story. Its so….different.

Yuuko: Seems the same to me

Yuki: Um what are we here for if there's no copyright liability?

Lady Storyteller: Comic relief. The story gets pretty bloody, and heartless. Oh and if you don't know them, these two are my assistants from the Naruto fan fiction I made. It's called Moonlight Baby if you want to check it out.

Chapter 1

I stood over the dead shriveling body of a man I had never known. Half his face had been blown off, he begged me for mercy. I smirked from under my mask, the silencer I held was fully loaded. My arm lifted it up to aim at his face, he asked me why. Why had he been the one to die, what had he done to deserve this? I let out a sick giggle. He asked me how did someone my age become so heartless, so killer. I kneeled down to his level, tormenting him more. He was covered in his own flesh and blood, dieing a slow and painful death. I began to think of my story, how someone as young as me had become such a heartless girl.

"You can't go to college of you don't pass gym! Now move it!" shouted Coach Durham, she blew her whistle so hard her face was red as a tomato. I would have giggled a bit, but then I would lose my concentration. My high ponytail swung in constant rhythm with my Puma's hitting the ground. Everyone was behind me, none could compare to my speed. I focused on my breathing, the finish line came near.

"Hey sexy!" a boy's voice called, I spun my head around. Some of the jocks were making kissing faces at me as they ran. I felt my running pace slow, they hated to be beat by a girl and wanted to lose. A smirk crossed my lips, I picked up my speed and they were left in the dust. I was coming up the last quarter of the track, Coach Durham had her stopwatch ready. She smiled at me as one of my long, tan legs crossed over the finish line.

"4:56, Good job Jones." She nodded her head in approval, I was barley worn out. This little two mile run was nothing to my stamina. My vitamin water sat on the benches waiting for me, the cool sweet liquid quenched my thirst. I was so fast, the drink hadn't even warmed up a bit. The jocks that teased me before finally caught up and crossed the finish line.

"5:23" Coach Durham was obviously more impressed with my time than theirs. They slapped shoulders and went to sit beside me on the bench.

"It's about time, I was waiting here forever for you." I gave them a little smirk, they gave me a dirty look as they searched for comebacks. I giggled as I readjusted my ponytail back to its proper place. The coach continuously yelled at the overweight kids to keep running, the only problem with being super fast is having to wait for your friends to catch up. I whipped out my Trio and started a text to Sean, my boyfriend. I soon heard panting coming from above me, signaling that my friends had caught up.

"Hey Lindsey." I murmured, whenever people where near me I could just tell who they were.

"How did you know it was me?" she whined, I sent the message and slid my Trio back inside my pocket.

"Because I'm perfect, duh." Lindsey was the classic dumb blonde. Cheating got her through classes and making out with geeks got her projects out of the way. Also labeled as the classic big-boobed school slut, she had made out with every single boy. She had popularity though, so I stuck around with her. A buzz in my hand alerted me that Sean had texted back.

Hey baby, how was the run?

"Aw, Sean is so sweet." Lindsey cooed, she should know since she made out with him.

"Yeah, you would know." I flipped my Trio over in my lap and looked the other way. She had to be reminded that she was still on thin ice for that, I was alpha bitch here, and no one was taking that away from me.