Having been on the run. Out of breath and power, but somehow she was never out of weapons. Bleeding a bruised, her shadow was nowhere to be seen after he told her to run a couple of days ago. She was alone as usual, her real parents She didn't know. Her adoptive parents paid no attention to her. Her godparents died. They were the only ones to show her love and effection until she was five. They had asked her to keep her head down and stayed out of trouble to live. So she never trained to become strong as a promise. But she wished she never kept that promise, well she trained a little. But not enough to be considered to be even looked at. She did as her godparents asked, but where did thst get her, being forty-five years old, worked till she had nothing left. Bullied, beatened, experimented on. Even assaulted in so many ways. She was weak in her prime. It was cold December tweny-third nineteen fifty-nine. It was cold, she had no shoes on and no coat. She was freezing, but she couldn't think of that right now. Not to mention if she thought about it. She would lose her adrenaline rush and collapse, considering her lungs burned and she was badly beaten and shot and cut into. She looked around. Trying not to fall back into her memory. The only person in her corner was her shadow. The only one that looked out for her. If she ever got out of this someway some how she would secretly make it up to him. She could hear sirens and sounds of flying cars. Radios and tvs on the look out for her. She needed to change her looks for now. Quietly trying to make her way past a store, the more on edge she was.

Filled with rage like never before she got to a door of a store, crouching down, she started to Quietly pick the lock on the door. She kept an eye out, finally getting it up, she stood up and turned the knob, just as the door opened she quietly slipped in and started to quickly change. It was only temporary. She adjusted her hair and put on a red wig, she then changed into black leather. As she as she finished she quietly walked out. Keeping an eye on her surroundings. She was sure no one would notice. Killing a few on the way as she got to her next hiding spot.

She could hear them banging on the doors and asking questions. She could hear them doing inspections. As she ran, her lungs hurt, she ran like her life depended on it. In which case it did.her breathing heavy, her heart pimping harshly. She was running out of energy.

"All clear sir. She isn't here." One man said.

"clear here too sir." A woman said. 

"Have you seen this woman?" A man asked, just as she turned the corner. 

Just as she turned the corner, a man caught a glimpse of her, looking right at her. He seemed to be walking towards her, she kept her head down as she walked like nothing was happening.

"miss..miss..excuse me miss?" The man was trying to get her attention.

She used her Italian accent, incase they didn't really know her. "cosa posso fare per lei. Signore?" 

"Ah you're Italian. Can you you tell me if you seen this woman?" The man stated, he seemed to be paying more attention to her than he was with anyone else.

"no signore. non ho visto nessuno così. Qualcosa non va? è successo qualcosa? Sto proprio andando a fare la spesa.." She says, trying to seem meek and submissive. 

"grocery store huh? Not a bad a idea..since you have no escort and I need to check all over for this woman..its dangerous to be alone out at night..especially since there's a demon woman at large." The man stated.

She put her hand to her chest place in panic, with her heart racing she had to think of a plan to get out of this. If she went along with it. He would study her, she didn't know how much information they had on her. She didn't want to him to come with her and take that chance of him recognizing her. She had to think of way out of this without making him suspicious.

"Non ce n'è bisogno, signore. Lo faccio da quando ricordo. inoltre devi cercare quella donna. Dubito che sarebbe in un negozio di alimentari. se fossi in fuga in quel modo...non oserei mostrare la mia faccia." She said, trying to seem calm and disinterested. 

"Well that's why we have to make sure we..." suddenly he was interrupted.

"Sir..they found activity at the saloon. She is supposedly there." The man said as the men nodded and left.

she nearly sagged, as the fear slightly drained as she quickly began to go her own way lost in thought before they caught on to her. Now standing around the corner, her feet bare and cold. She was tired and hungry. The snow now falling heavy, she felt so alone and full of Vengeance. Everyone she knew betrayed her except her enemy. She wished she trained harder. If only she had more time. The only one who ever had her back even of it was a dickish way of saying it. Her enemy protected her. Now he was gone. She wanted to cry. As she saw a light she turned and run. Again her lung full of ice cold air. 

The skin on the soles of her feet began to rip and bleed, from the frozen ground. As she would randomly kill nearby easy guards. Turning them to dust, although it was making her stronger it was no where near enough.

Ducking around again she flushed and slid as she slashed a couple of the guys down. Screams could be heard, her name rung out into the night. "Anya spotted three blocks..two guards down..back up needed." Men yelled out. 

whistles rung out, although she was weak she still was graceful, she maybe weak, even they had to respect how graceful and beautiful she danced as a killer. She was like a rose with thorns on its stem. Beautiful but poisonous.

She had been running and on the move, that when her back hit the side of the building in the dark alley way. Her chest hurt, like she'd been punched repeatedly. Lungs burning with the ice cold air. Trying to stay quiet while catch her breath, she listened, she was started to fill with rage. She looked around the corner and saw nothing. It was quiet except for the marching of men and an odd cat down the dark alley ways, and of course her heart beat in her ears. She just wanted to keep to herself and live a quiet normal life. But no, people had to go and bother her and fuck up her life. Pretend to like her. Befriend her only to betray her.

Hearing footsteps come closer, she looked over and saw large trash bins. She got into one and ducked down putting the top on and she hid. Just as she could hear them coming closer.. barking out orders. She covered her mouth. She bit her lip, she wanted to cry. This was it, she was gonna die tonight, then as the foot steps started to move away, she relaxed. Then someone walked by and accidentally kicked the can she was in. Mouth seemed to work on its own and let out a a slight moanish gasp. Suddenly they started checking the trash cans. She clapped a hand over her mouth.

She could hear footsteps getting closer to the bin she was hiding in. Her heart beat seemed to growling louder, and the foot steps seemed like it took forever, or like time slowed down in those last seconds.

Fear felt like it crawled up throat as she kept her hand clenched over mouth. Not even letting a sound or the smallest of breaths slip through. As fear clawed st her chest and crawled up her body, she felt colder than she did five seconds ago. Her adrenaline rising up again. As the footsteps was so close but not close enough to grab her, she pushed up and jumped out running. She slid through small cracks on the ice. Scraping some of her skin on her body. Holes now in her clothes as she pulled out her weapons and began to defend herself as she ran.

Blood dripped from her body and feet, as she spun and cut a few guards trying to easy the chase. Her chest hurt so much, not just from thr cold air but from exercising so hard. Also from losing so much and being lonely. She could feel the tears starting to well up but she couldn't break down now, not yet. She was so close, then as she ran out of the alley way. Her eyes widened, as she saw more guards coming at her. As che clutched at her chest, trying to catch her breath, she saw it all men from police and mafia men come together. She was harmless, she didn't understand why, but then she remembered why. She remembered who she was. In her next life she would try and calculative.  She looked around noticing she was on one of the major roads. How she got there she couldn't say. She just felt fear like none other. She could see buildings high up. Cars in the air, guns, bazookas and canons all aimed at her. Lazer guns. As she everyonce in awhile would jump and flip trying to lower the chasing body count. 

As she tried to turn there she saw it. Never ending amount of people chasing her. Was this her curse, did her godmother send her to die by telling her to live a normal life? She wondered. 

She was running on fumes, the last of her energy, being surrounded, she closed her eyes praying to the gods. Or anything really. Suddenly bullets came flying her way as the tears began to fall. It was like the flood gates opened and it wouldn't stop. 

"Please, anyone up there. I did what I was asked but why is it me..what have I done to deserve this. Please let me live and get my revenge. Please. I'll give you anything anything..I'll even give you my soul please." She quietly begged.

Then just as she was about to duck, she saw bullets come to a stop. It seemed the God of time and space  and the God of death heard her. 

"Well this isn't exactly fair..millions against one weak little girl." The voice sounded just like her enemy and shadow. 

A cold hand cover her eyes as men screamed, she could sense and feel warm liquid getting everywhere.

"Tell me Anya, why is it when I leave, you get in these crazy situations, that you can't seem to get out of, instead you get deeper into them. You made me a promise. Well at least you tried to keep it as best as you could. Sigh.." the voice paused.

She couldn't exactly tell where the voice was coming from, because not only was she that weak but he seemed to be wanting to confuse her on purpose. 

"Listen Anya, I'm going to teach a saying I've learned over time, real eyes realize real lies. That's the first one I'm going to teach you. I want you to keep that in your head and one in Japanese, Uragirimono wa watashi no namae o shitte imasu. It means betrayal knows my name. Meaning people will betray you. So you have to betray them first. Third saying. 

Kill a man, and you are an assassin.

Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror.

Kill everyone, and you are a god. Meaning you need to become better than your enemies and be able to back up your shit talk. Fourth.When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back. Meaning you need to conquor the darkness and make your own power out of it. I don't have much time. We are giving you another chance. Make the most of it. I don't have long before I send you back to nineteen- thirty-two when you were eighteen years old. As a gift for how much you went throught, I'm aloud to go back with you. Time has given us an exception. Now if you train, train harder than anyone. If you do things do it meticulously, everything you do will be watched. So that's also why I'm going back with you. We are enemies after all. Remember you can't be too kind, everyone has something to use to betray you with. You have to fight. And kill take it one name at a time. And Anya I'll be with you, so take a breath and whatever you can't do..let me do it. I maybe your enemy but I'm also your ally. So be God and close your eyes." The voice was soft. 

Her panic toned down a bit, as time began to warp, suddenly she saw a light and like different colors. She saw space but as she looked around she saw her memories playing out and some going backwards. She realize they were gifting her either powers more than what she already had. She felt her lower lip tremble as she nodded knowing what she had to do. Then all too sudden the light became brighter. As she was flying right towards the light. Thinking there was going to be a massive explosion. She slowly began to open her eyes, she was put into her youngerself. At eighteen years old in nineteen thirty-two, she was given a restart, and she would do all that she could not to let the gods down. Nodding in determination and going on her way...to be continued..