Universe-B

One

They called me a traitor, maybe I was. All I know is that I did what I had to do. Nobody knew my story or why I made the choices that I did. Everybody looked at me like I wasn't even human, as if I didn't deserve to be recognized as a living being or at least everyone who knew. I knew from a very young age that my life was very different from others my age even though nobody truly messed up my life until I was 11, that could have been why I was so alright with it. It was only one years ago when my continuous struggling turned into something with a purpose, something that could help all the horrible things that had happened. As long as I could reverse my mistakes and stay hidden, I didn't really care what I was doing.

As I looked out at the now abandoned warehouse I tapped vigorously on the cold metal railing connected to the balcony. I tapped faster each time I glanced at a spot of blood. I could feel my left eye slightly twitching out of anxiety but I knew everybody else would think it was out of anger. Taking a deep breath, I slid my hands from the railing to my coat pockets in an attempt to keep a calm composure. Suddenly I heard a lock break and a door slam open, all of the workers who had 'helped' me immediately sprinted off to their cars while I didn't even flinch. I usually preferred to do everything alone but the Mission Masters overruled my opinions on this operation. My senses tingled with anticipation, knowing this was most likely one of many battles to come. My eyes scanned the area and eventually drifted to the man I had been waiting for. I took one last deep breath then put on my signature smirk and began my descent to what I hoped would be another success

Quietly, I hopped onto the railing and rose to full height, still carefully watching him. One last time I repeated the words that had been told to me so long ago, 'You were raised to be a weapon,' I muttered to myself, 'Whatever makes you think you could possibly be anything else?' With that thought in mind, I silently stepped off the railing and dropped to the floor, keeping my smug expression. I could tell he knew I was approaching by the way his shoulders tensed, his only problem was he didn't know where my entrance would be from. As I leisurely strolled towards what was most likely the biggest inconvenience in my life, I took in every detail about him that I could, just in case my plan did not go as I expected.

Faster than he could process I spun around myself on one foot then used the other to kick him right behind his kneecap causing his knee to buckle and him to fall to the floor. I then used my elbow to hit him on one of the pressure points in his back which caused him to fall face flat on the floor. I held in a laugh at how surprised he looked, it nearly eased the pit of anxiety in my stomach. He quickly regained his senses and jumped to his feet, turning to me with his fists raised, although both of us knew he wouldn't throw any punches yet.

"Shadow, I must admit you are upping your game, I did not expect you for another" I glanced down at my nonexistent watch, "30 minutes." I mocked "or maybe I'm just getting rusty."

"No Crimson, I think I'm just getting better." He warily replied. I could tell he wanted to drag this conversation on for as long as possible, but I wasn't sure why.

He maintained a slightly intimidating look on his face but the rest of his body looked shaky and unprepared, he kept his fists up but he didn't look ready to fight if anything he looked ready to lose. His black hair was sticking up in a million different directions and his emerald green eyes were bloodshot. "Tired?" I questioned in an amused tone but on the inside, I was really wondering why he was so off.

The Shadow King silently shifted his gaze to the bodies scattered on the floor while shaking his head. The look on his face matched the turmoil I was feeling perfectly. He scanned the shelves, searching for an empty one or some sign that something was missing. On the contrary to what he had suspected nothing was different, I hadn't had enough time to collect what I wanted. I could see the questions running through his head, 'Why was nothing missing, why had she come here?'