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She never cared she never understood what it felt to be alive or why she was here in the first place, her life was hell thanks to her best friend who left her in the alley way bleeding of guilt regret and pain leaving her there with the tears of a once happy girl who was now a assassin. Her name was and is Makina or as knew Triple A, the cold hearted girl that once never had been in love, never knew had to live in the game of life or the nightmare that she was playing in. Looking up she cursed at the moon, at the sun, at the stars, thinking she was alone she stood up picking up the gun that her friend left for her putting it to her head she whispered “Good bye”
Feeling the gun get hit away a brown haired boy stood there with blue eyes tears coming down “you such a idiot, you have a life waiting for you. And all your going to do is kill yourself because of a stupid friend.” his voice echoed through her mind as he turned his back on her. “Just don't give up live, soon your thank God and everyone that you loved” Walking away from her his black coat flowing behind him as he disappear into the dark. Falling to her knees she cried into the ground letting her last tears disappear into all the lost hopes and dreams of final life that she once lived. Swearing that once she got better she would find that boy. The boy that saved her life, saved her from giving up her life.
Her name is Makina, this is her story of the once assassin, the once angel in disguise, the once human of true feelings. And how she would find that boy that, the boy with the a secret, the boy with the truth of why she had to live. Will the boy come forward or he hide when she comes close to the secret.

Name: Makina Hadin
Age: 16
Bio: up above
What the eyes of my soul see:
What the words that escape from my mouth: you hurt me, i will kill who ever i have to. To make you guilty

Name: Elias Lyulf
Age: 17
Bio: Elias has been an orphan since birth, his mother dying before she came to full term and his father long gone before then. He grew up in St. Ives Orphanarium, as one of the 'favorites' of the manager. After running away at the tender age of 7, he has remained unnoticed for much of his life, slipping through the streets and alleys with nary a thought of how dangerous things could be. He already knew. Equipped with several knives of various length, and several vials of both poisons and antidotes, he is well known under another name, The Shadow, an assassin of highest caliber. None can find this man unless they have several clues, which can only be given by certain people. Elias is a calm, quiet and fairly carefree, for having such a dark past. He is a gentlemen to a tee, and loves to read and write. Though being an assassin, he has a fondness for life and cannot stand to see an innocent in harm, or someone to take their own life for petty reasons. While using his alias of Shadow, he is cool, almost cold, and harsh. showing little emotion, he is polite, though reserved, and rarely actually speaks.

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Blocks away, standing motionless on a roof, the boy known to few as Shadow considered his target with cold blue eyes. A knife, black bladed with a red leather hilt, twirled across his fingers, slicing through the air with a faint whistle. After a moment he dropped from his perch on a windowsill,, his black coat billowing up behind him as he landed directly in front of his target. The man froze, his eyes wide, and stumbled backward against the wall while the boy strode forward, pushing his advantage.

"Jacob Evanson, you are accused of stealing money from your boss, sleeping with the secretary, and pleasuring yourself with the teenage boys at St Ives Orphanarium. As I am not a cop, I cannot arrest you on these charges..." He paused, watching the man, who seemed to heave a sigh of relief and slump against the wall, clearly thinking he was going to go free. "However, I've been hired to get rid of you for other reasons." The knife slid through his skin like a hot knife through butter, blood seeping from around the hilt as soon as it stopped moving. The man jerked once, twice, and was still, his eyes glazing over as he slumped forwards, dead. Shadow stepped to the side, allowing the body to fall forwards and jerking his knife from the wound at the same time, cleaning the blade with a flick of his wrist and slipping it back into it's sheath. "Jerks like you piss me off." He growled, spitting on the body and walking away from it, the veil over his nose and mouth never once slipping.

A little ways down the street, sufficiently sepparrated from the body of Jacob Evanson, Shadow pulled down his hood and veil, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. His hair, a soft brown with darker streaks was pulled into a low tail, and his eyes seemed to soften. Looking up at the sound of a scream, he frowned, glancing back the direction he had come. After a moment's thought, he turned, darting down an alley as silent as his namesake.

Turning a corner, he froze, spotting the same girl he had stopped from shooting herself 30 minutes earlier. Without a sound, he backtracked , stopping out of sight to pull up his hood and slipping the veil back over his nose, effectively hiding all but his eyes from sight. Then, steeling himself, he strolled back around the corner, stopping in front of her.

"Young girls should not scream so loudly in the midst of the night. It attracts things most... unpleasant... to the area." He observed, voice like the wind moving over a block of ice.

Shadow raised an eyebrow, wondering how she could possibly have recognized him, or maybe she just recognized him as the assassin, and not the boy. He tilted his head, and blinked lazily at her before turning.

"It's going to rain soon. Follow me, and I can find you a place to stay for tonight."

A few minutes later they arrived at an old looking building. It was brick, standing about four stories, and hand boards over all the windows. Shadow stepped up to the door, removing a small key from around his neck, and unlocked the door, carefully brushing his fingers over the keypad blended into the wood at the same time. He stepped aside, flinging the door open, and gestured for her to go in.

Shadow merely glanced at her over the edge of his veil, seeming coldly amused. "I want for nothing, especially from you. I merely cannot let a girl be alone on the street at this time of night. Bad things are abound, and not all of them are as kind as myself." He answered, striding down the hall and opening a random door. There was a bedroom inside, nicely furnished with pale green and dark blue colors.