Veronica

The winds delicate thrusts sent leaves to twirl upon their frail limbs. The sun was just beginning to rise; signalling a new day to all that watched it. For some people, even a new beginning. Its rays bore gingerly against the vast sea of clouds maneuvering their ways around -- going who knows where. Under a bridge sat a girl. Her long, partially coiled black hair was pulled back into a ponytail so as not to get in the way of her current deed. She crouched, watching the slim woodland path from her spot. She was waiting for someone inparticular. Someone whom was said to walk this very path each and every day. Suddenly a man, bald and muscular, walked almost as noiselessly as Veronica was crouched from the trees. She waited for him to walk past her and, slowly stood, strutting a few feet behind the man. The man glanced back and, without any kind of signal, began sprinting. Veronica cursed quietly. It was a harsh, raspy sound as she was trying her best to concentrate. She inhaled quietly. Deeply. Come on, Roni. You can do this. And with that, she began to follow. She began to silently thank her brother for forcing her to run on the treadmill every day. His weight was at a disadvantage, one that anyone could clearly see as soon as she sprinted forward. Swiftly, she dug into her pocket and pulled out a Joker. A Navaja Joker Clasp Knife. One of her most prized possessions. It was alluringly made. Its hilt was made of olive wood, smooth to the touch with steel decorations outlining its delicate curve. Expertly made to perfectly fit the curve was a stainless steel blade. The steel was lustrous, golden to the touch. In her opinion, it was quite boss. The knife was given to Roni by her brother, Shane. He had no idea of the uses for it; then again, neither had she. She treasured this artifact as if it was her very sibling. Child, even. As she began to stroke the slight curve, an immediate wave of settlement wafted over there. Her lips twitched upward in a slight grin. Time to go. Thrusting her arm downward, the blade promptly shot outward.It also curved, and as she shone it in the suns rays it caused strange reflections around the tree-line. Another low murmur, and her arm formed into a catapult. Twisting the knife in her grasp, she closed her right eye, acting as though it was a way to capture her targets movements. Veronica released a deep breath, came to a halt, and propelled the Navaja toward the back of the mans neck. Immediately, she continued her sprinting. It was almost as though someone had pressed a remote control button -- frame-by-frame. She watched as the knife flew through the air, perfectly center with the mans neck. Roni's sudden gasp rang out like a banshee's screech in the silence of the forest as the knife dug into the back of the mans neck. The target had been missed. He stumbled slightly, almost toppling over; however, he managed to stay upright and continued heading toward the end of the path. Her arms pumped madly as she dashed, desperate to catch up with him. If anything, the man seemed to get faster. As if he had absorbed the shock of the Navaja lacerating his flesh. At the last second, after what seemed as though all hope was lost, her secret..everything..gone, a man stepped from behind a tree. Pulling out a semi-automatic hand gun, he shot once. It was all he needed. The man, name still unknown, shrugged to the floor, a loud cracking noise sounded as his head landed harshly against a rock. Roni watched, stunned, as blood pooled around the guys body. Slowly, she walked over to his shoulder and plucked the knife from his body. Roni glanced up, her confusion now more of wonder than anything else. All she could make out was his golden hair, brown streaks interlacing with the blonde. And his eyes, his eyes were gorgeous. Deep sea blue. Perfectly colorized, as if God had made him himself. Specially. He seemed as though to be an angel. But, angels didn't kill.
"Who're you?" She asked quietly, an almost whisper; though it was obvious the stranger had heard her.
He made no answer, simply placed his gun back inside its hilt, and walked off. A crisp salute from the back of his head, and he was gone, melting into the shadows of the trees.