Thread: Pictures of War (Raivh and Fao)

She lumbered along the broken street, appearing to be no more than a mangy, malnourished dog to the line of soldiers that rushed past her from behind the remains of a large building. The mission had gone well so faralmost too well. Only once had she nearly been killed by debris falling from an abandoned building. A grenade had landed nearby earlier, but Angel had heard it whizzing through the air and had been able to take flight and put enough distance between herself and the hand grenade before it exploded. Now, her target's scent was strong in her canine nose. He was already badly injured and moving slowly through the city. This man was a high ranking general from their side. Somehow, he had caught wind of the government's control over a secret sect of shape shifters. These shifters were used to take out anyone who opposed the government. In the wrong hands, this knowledge could cost them the entire war. Angle paused, the man's scent flooding her nose, stronger than ever before. He must be hiding amongst the rubble. Her lungs filled with air before her body began to contort, feathers replacing fur. Once satisfied that she looked like nothing more than a common sparrow, the shifter took flight. Sharp eyes scanned the ground below, watching another platoon of soldiers scatter, the area engulfed seconds later in an explosion. They would not have made it away in time. She angled away from the site of the explosion, sharp eyes picking out a large man limping his way through the rubble. Angel dove swiftly towards the ground, pulling up and landing on the corner of a steel beam jutting out from a pile of debris. She hopped down, body contorting once more, taking the shape of a fully grown woman. Her hair was pitch black and hung down just past her shoulders, streaked with multiple shades of blue, giving it a nearly metallic look. Swirling gray eyes watched the man as he continued onward, unaware of her presence. Angel followed, her pace quick, footsteps inaudible to the man she pursued. No, not- The man spun around, suddenly aware of the female stalking him. His words were cut off as the female pulled a short bladed sword from the sheath carefully hidden beneath her cloak. The distance was quickly closed, the general trying desperately to limp away, a large gash running along his leg. He knew he stood no chance against the female, even though she chose to wield a sword rather than a gun as most soldiers did. The general reached desperately for his revolver, but was too slow. She lunged forward, blade piercing his throat as her hood fell back. Angel stepped away, pulling the blade from his flesh as blood splattered her face and hands. One more mission complete, she though as she looked at her hands, the general's body falling to the ground. Before her thoughts could continue, there was a bright flash. Her head snapped in the direction of the light as two more went off, stormy eyes locking on to the photographer. She raced forward quickly, not giving him a chance to move from his spot. You IDIOT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE?! Angel grabbed the front of the stranger's shirt, quickly forcing him backwards until he was pinned against a wall. The camera was snatched from his hands and flung several feet away, the crunching sound it made as it hit concrete satisfying to the enraged female. How dare this fool take photos of her! Her body trembled with rage, but it was fear that dominated her eyes. His stupidity could end up with the both of them being shot for treason. The pictures could be burned easily enough, but him? What was she supposed to do about him now? He had seen her face. If he went to any of the authorities to report her slaughter of one of their generals, Angel would be killed immediately under the guise of treason, even though they had given her the mission to take him down. She should kill the photographer. It was the only way. Angel took a step back, moving to retrieve the dagger hidden beneath her cloak. Her eyes met his, and the assassin found herself unable to draw the dagger and kill the man. Her breath caught in her throat. His eyes were a remarkable green-blue, reminding her oddly of...Angel shook her head, clearing the thought from her mind. No. There was no way she could kill this man. She could not even draw the dagger from its sheath. Not when he had those eyes. He would have to come with her. You will follow me now. Should you even consider running off, I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand? Angel gave him a low growl as she gathered up the photographs he had taken and tossed them into a nearby fire, not budging an inch until sure they had been completely incinerated.