ooc: I apoligize for the poor quality of this... it was 10:48 pm, and I was half asleep. I've rewritten it.
Nicole, a 15 year old girl who had lived on the streets all her life, and knew every bend and bump by heart, jumped onto a dumpster as quietly as she could and grabbed a window sill, noting the window was open and unlocked. Idiots, when will they learn to close and lock their windows every night?, she wondered. Pulling herself up, she made a quick visual scan of the room. It was a front room, a man was sleeping on the couch, and the tv was blaring. This was going to be easy. Keeping close to the wall, she crawled towards another door and stood up to open it. It creaked loudly when she opened it, so she froze and listened for a few minutes, but the man hadn't even skipped a snore. The kitchen light hit her face, and she tip toed over to the fridge, before filling a cloth sack with food and closing the fridge door quietly. She had a very thin figure, pale, bruised skin with a jagged x-shaped scar on her right cheek, long blonde and black hair that curled down wildly to her thighs, neon green eyes that seemed as if they could peer into your soul, and she stood at 5'11 barefoot. She decided to leave the door open, deciding she didn't want to risk another chance of alerting the man, and climbed onto the window sill. After tying the sack to her belt loop, she lowered herself slowly to the dumpster. she landed with a loud thump on it, and cussing, she jumped off the dumpster and sprinted down the alley until she had rounded the corner and ran down the street into another alley. Chicago was a city where thousands of crimes were commit monthly, and if you got caught you were on your own until you were in the clear. She heard a noise, and her eyes narrowed as she noticed a man holding a gun to a boys' head.
"Who the hxll do you think you are? Sneaking into my house, stealing stuff, and all that shxt you street trash do! I've had enough of you people" The man growled, turning the safety off on his gun. She'd snuck up behind him while he was yelling, and she put a finger to her lips as a signal for the little boy to be quiet.
"No sir, the question is who do you think you are, deciding who lives and who dies." she said to the man, before picking up a beer bottle that was lying near her feet and smashing it into his head. She looked up, and she cursed colorfully. This boy wasn't part of her street family. He was part of The Shadows' (her street families' title) worst enemies, The Wind Whisperers. The Wind Whisperers weren't normal, and they didn't play fair. They were people who could do anything, such as making people explode, having people unknowingly follow their commands, and much more. They also were good friends with leaders from around the world, since the top dogs of their family lived high society, and this made them pretty much untouchable. 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. He watched her as she lowered her hands and glared at him.
"Go on boy, get off our turf and run home to your family of cowards. Wow, sending someone that young to do their dirty work, you're families' no better than a family of sewer rats." she growled at him, "Now go!"
A figure appeared beside the boy, and she dropped to her belly and grabbed the gun that was still in the mans' hand. She pointed the gun at the figure, who was wearing a hooded cloak. The person pulled back the hood and revealed himself; the Alpha Wind Whisperer. He stood at about 5'11, had pale, flawless skin, shoulder length black waves, silver colored eyes, and a perfect smile. She hated him instantly, seeing that he obviously had never even been in a street fight before. "It's not nice to diss other peoples' clans you know"
"Get off Shadow turf, you stupid idiot." Nicole growled, spitting at the man. He grimaced as it landed on his foot, and he smile crookedly at her again.
"I don't want to though..." he said, and he opened a purple velvet bag. He pulled out some golden dust, and he threw it into her face. She dropped the gun. and she gave him one last glare.
"You're gonna pay for that" she hissed, her speech slurring before she went limp. The alpha made a gesture with his hand, and she was lifted into the air and floated face down after him as he exited the alley, humming as he went.