"A hero or a villain ?" pt 1

"You honestly don't need to play hero" Keaton warned as he watched myra who was pulling her hair up into a bun it was hard to miss the shaky fingers as she made a mess out of her silky red hair.

Myra paused the disgust in a voice was evident in her countenance, looking up at him a glare replaced the slight fear she had, that was all it took to get the adrenaline burning she had never been the one to like being belittled by a guy if all genders

"At least I'm doing something, and you should worry about yourself and love I'm not a child" she snapped back, without sparing one las glance she kept her eyes glue on the door, He ended up taking a voluntary step backwards it was obvious he already tripped a spark.

" If you can't stand the sight of blood I advise you do not watch this!" Myra adviced as she wrapped her hand around the little escuse for a door knob,

Hearing the squeak of the door shut close behind he she scoffed she didn't expect any less from humans anyways, Myra felt the nostalgia from the moment, The dark room the uncertainty of life or death and her having to take another life, it was all too familiar.

Her life wasn't always roses and daises, it still isn't but she hasn't had a single moment of bloodshed, the pain she felt as she was about to break a vow her eyes shut, regulating her body metabolism, she kept a light feet on the floor, all the training came back like a second skin as she was forced to flash back to the night, the night a part of her died forever.

Staring into her glass eyes as she laid in the pool made from the blood of her best friend, the only thing life decided to give her, the only relationship she ever worked for.

Myra's heart tightened at the lone tear that escaped her eyelids as she whispered the words to her, she still feels the pain like a sting in her heart similar to the one you get from an open injury.

The vow played in her head "Never again, she whispered in teras that night" Never again, I'm done with the gore" Summoning up the courage, she had to this was the only way, she gripped on to the piece of material, she had to people might die if she didn't.

Falling back to her ways of shutting emotions off, she took a deep breath her eyes turned a pitch black, the monster she was was awakening to do her bidding, Stealth has never been one of Myra's problems she had always been light on her feet, pulling closer with in audible footsteps.

She could make out the difference in a size and the monster in front her was huge. he was three times her height and weight.

She scoffed, she had taken down worse, scanning for the closest opening she went in taking her opportunity,

"What do you think is happening out there?" Leigh asked as she paced back and forth, looking up at the faces, she was getting irritated by them being so nonchalant, "she walked out on her own nobody really asked for a volunteer my personal opinion she looks like she knows what she's doing let's just hope she doesn't do and if she does well"

Dylan leaned against the wall, He noticed the change in Leigh's countenance as she was glaring at him , "He's right even Keaton warned her not to try and play hero but the, she looked confident, we don't know each other, who knows she could be a cop or worse.

"Can we just make further plans, if she dies out there, we need to escape one way or another, I mean she right at least she is doing something not just staying behind a door weak and hungry and still criticizing the only person who decided to make a decision" Keaton snapped at the bunch of ungrateful lots of them.

The awkward silence followed his speech was expected, no one said a word, "Well we wait" He added to the silence.

Pulling the clothing his neck, the gunshot resounding as he tried to fight her off, grabbing onto his neck she felt her whole body replace with an intense pain, she must have underestimated his strength as he slammed her on the floor, the blood rushed to her head.

Groaning in pain she felt the tears pool underneath her eyes the pressure building it became really hard to breathe, Myra was starting to reconsider a lot of things at the moment, jerking back to the reality of the situation she had at hand, only spacing out for a few seconds.

He was oddly mute, no noise at all, and he was slow excruciating slow, the gunshots missed her by a ton as he tried to aim, rushing up in the dark she threw a right hook to his jaw thankful she was able to land a punch to a vital point, he staggered back a bit swinging the gun in mid air.

She fell back touching the floor, recoiling back up with a head but regretting it immediately, he had an helmet on, she grabbed. on to her head to stop the spinning sensation and just that moment of slaking, myra fucked up as he landed a direct punch to her ribcage drawing blood to her lips.

She groaned falling back the floor, crawling backwards in a frantic she pulled her self up to the her feet grabbing on to her sides in pain, The gun shot recoiled again this time directed to the floor.

Myra looked around in the dark, her eyes frantically searching, fighting in the dark was never really a skill she had, times like this she contemplated turning into an atheist, the lights flickered and just that small light was all she needed, charging at the figured with a mental picture of his pocket knife.

Going in with a front snap kick to the jaw, he stepped back loosing balance, going immediately with a 360 roundhouse kick to the head, hearing a thud, Myra took her opportunity pulling the knife out of it's pocket she sent it directly into the nearest opening feeling the weapon drive through flesh.

The annoying groan as the darkness took over, sending the weapon over and over into any openings she could find, the blood splashed on her face, feeling the body go limo underneath her.

Taking a deep breath, fell off searching the floor for his gun finding it she fell off him, crawling back off him the violence settling in, she fell back to the floor as she tried to stand up, trying again she finally gained her balance, walking towards the room they were originally held hostage.

Hearing the shuffling of feet's as she tried pushing the door earned a scoff from Myra as she walked in the feeling of dirt and disgust consumed her, "He is dead by the way"

"Are we going to just sit here and do nothing or we going to actually do something to I don't know escape this shit hole"

" Isn't blood supposed to be black or what the fuck is that substance on you face and clothes" Dylan completely ignored her retort, Myra instinctively looked down at her outfit cruising and forehead in confusion pulling the shirt off her skin she tossed it to the floor in disgust our action made a few boys draw their eyes away from my body she smiled at the weird feeling of warmth at the respect.

Dylan on the other hand kept his stare, she looked back down at the Victoria's Secret Sweet Nougat Smooth Lightly Lined Full Cup Bra, send a glare towards him he returned it with a smirk of his own.

"I don't know what this stuff is but I'm sure blood should not be this black i mean gross, what the fuck"

"Can you wear something I dunno" ...

Hear she heard a voice say as Keaton passed he his jacket .