Nicole, a 15 year old girl who had lived on the streets all her life, and knew every bend and bump by heart, scaled a wall and hopped in through a window. She slipped into a bath that belonged to someone else and scrubbed herself pink, before dressing and scaling back down the wall. She had light brown skin, black hair that reached her thighs, neon green eyes, and stood at 5'11. She liquidly moved down the alley, unseen in the shadows, towards a man with a knife pointed at one of her fellow street family siblings. Her eyes narrowed, and she silently snuck up behind him, where she took both sides of his head and twisted till his neck broke with a sickening crunch. She looked up, and she cursed colorfully. This boy wasn't part of her street family, The Shadows. He was part of her families' worst enemies, The Wind Whisperers. She looked at the boy, but she couldn't bring herself to kill him. He was so young, probably only 4 years old at the most. "Go on boy, get off our turf" she growled at him, her nails extending into claws to scare him away. A figure landed beside the boy, and she whipped out a gun, but she didn't pull the trigger. It was the Alpha Wind Whisperer, and he blew some powder into her face.
"What the hxll! Stop that!" She said as her vision started to swirl, and everything started changing colors. She fell to the ground, and was carried down the alley without a sound.
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