Not many 14 year old girls can shoot a woman in the head from 900 meters away. And even fewer wouldn't be guilty about it. Dawn White was one of those few. She lay on the roof of an old apartment complex, her left eye closed, leaving only her right eye open, which was staring at a middle-aged couple through a scope. The man she identified as her target, yet he was not the man she was told to kill, and the woman was his wife. She didn't know the man's name, nor did she know the woman's name. She didn't know what the man did for a living, or why they were smiling and laughing as they walked together on the sidewalk, or where they were going. And she knew she never would know. But there was one thing she knew: someone wanted this man to suffer. She didn't even know why.

Dawn moved her Barrett M98B along to follow the couple, until they reached a street which they were about to cross, whose street light told them to stop. Dawn didn't let this opportunity go wasted. She lined the scope up so it was on the woman, and she pulled the trigger. The next thing she saw was the woman's head shatter in a spray of blood, and her tumbling over onto the man. The man first puked, then began crying, scrambling to pick up the fragments of her skull as if he could put her back together again. Dawn stepped away from her from the edge of the building, before taking apart the rifle and putting it away in its bag. This bag had two straps, so she wore it like a backpack. Hanging from her right shoulder on her left side was a messenger bag filled with extra ammunition. 

Just as she turned around to leave, the door to the roof opened up, revealing a police officer. "Drop your weapon...girl?" he said, furrowing his eyebrows and lowering his gun a little when he saw Dawn, clearly confused by her age. Then, suddenly, a cracking sound could be heard, and he dropped his gun and began wailing. Dawn had just shattered every bone in his hands. He looked down at them, then back at the door, whic had been blown shut by the wind. He looked at his hands, then at the doorknob, then at Dawn, who had taken out her Browning Hi-Power pistol (which had the words [i]Higher Purpose[/i] inscribed on the side) and began screwing the silencer onto it. As the officer tried to somehow turn the knob without his hands, Dawn walked up behind him and put the gun up to his head. [color=black][b]"You shall die in the line of duty. That alone is a reason to be proud. Good work officer."[/b][/color] she said, before pulling the trigger and painting the door red. The body crumpled to the ground, and Dawn stepped over it, going back into the apartment complex. On her way down the stairs, she unscrewed the silencer and put it in her messenger bag. she holstered the gun and exited out onto the street. 

As she walked along the sidewalk, no one would've guessed that she was a newly notorious hitman who takes and finishes a new job every day. In her black hoody and black jeans, she looked like every other teenager going to school, with a messenger bag and an oddly shaped backpack.

As she dodged away from the street into an ally. She traveled through the allies of the city for a while longer before coming up on a dumpster. She opened it and took out a purse. She looked inside and found exactly what she was looking for: lots of money. She stuffed the purse into her messenger bag and was about to go back to her small camp in the abandoned subway station, when she felt a sudden pang in her chest. Her heart wasn't beating fast, but it was beating hard, as if warning her. Then she felt it urge her forward. So that's the way she went. She continued to follow it until it urged her out of an alley and onto a street. Then, she felt it. She felt something evil nearby, it's evil aura seeming to go on par with her's. So she followed it, until it brought her to a large, inhuman creature. Dawn pulled out her HP and once again screwed the silencer on. [color=black][b]"What are you?"[/b][/color] she asked in her normal monotone voice.