In a world where murders are just an everyday thing and every now and then magic occurs, stands a 14 year old girl by the name of Scar. Scar is quite an unusual name for a girl, right? That might be because Scar isn't her real name.

'The name that I used to have means nothing to me. I am now a new person, I'll walk the path I want to walk. Nothing can chain me and hold me down.'

Or so she says, anyways. She's now wandering the streets looking for her parent's murderers by searching up bounties. Her silver hair flows with every step she takes, the tips dyed the color of flames. A scar above her right eye stretches from above her eye brow to her cheek. Her ice blue eyes stare into your soul despite her fiery personality. Her skin is as pale as the dead. She wears a surgical mask that covers her mouth to refrain from talking. Why? Who knows? There's only one way to find out though.... and so the story begins.

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Scar walked slowly up to the elementary school doors. It was in the dead of night and she could hear muffled screams coming from the building. She opened the doors slowly and walked in. Her boots clicking against the ground, echoing through the darkness.

She stopped in front of the doorway that led to the basement. She pushed the door and it creaked in response. She walked slowly down the steps. Silence. Only the dripping of a faucet was heard, the screams stopped. Scar had reached the bottom of the steps and slowly made her way through the basement. Only one light was shining and it flickered on and off. It glowed and swayed in the darkness, Scar made her way to the light and stared blankly at what she saw. Five bodies of children laid lifelessly on the floor. Blood splattering around their bodies like paint on a canvas. Their mouths agape in silent screams. Tongues and eyes missing from their heads, stomachs cut wide open and organs spilling out. The scent of fresh blood filled the whole area with its metallic stench. But where was the murderer?

Scar's eyes widened and she turned around as quick as lightning to find herself face to face with the killer. It was one of the teachers who had worked at the school. His eyes were blood shot, his mouth in a sick bloody grin. He wavered back and forth carrying an old bloody ax. Scar reacted quickly and kicked at the crazed teacher on the side of his head. Her kick was strong so he toppled over to one side, but it only bought her time.

Scar quickly reached down to her boots and pulled out two daggers from each of them. She looked up immediately and just in time too. The murderer had regained his balance and was about to slice Scar's head off, but she moved out of the way. He swung and missed her and gotten his ax stuck into the floor. He pulled at the ax, but it wouldn't budge. He pulled again, but it wouldn't move.

What a stupid creature, Scar thought.

She took this chance and stabbed him in the back. He yelled in distress and turned around to face Scar. He charged at her, but she jumped in mid air and spun to give an extra boost to her kick. She could hear a crack as her foot connected to his skull; he fell to the ground. She walked to him and put her foot on his chest, a dagger to his neck. She looked up at the stairs to see a figure, it lit a cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke.

Can I kill him? She thought.

The figure chuckled a little.

"Go for it kid." he said in a gruff, deep voice.

She turned back to the teacher. She could see the fear in his eyes. She felt the excitement pound through her. She couldn't help but smile underneath her mask, her eyes widening in delight and changing to a lighter shade of blue.

"P-Please-" the teacher began, but Scar had already slit his throat.

She watched as the blood began to quickly flood out of his neck. Splattering across her face, she started slicing some more for pure enjoyment. Scar was here, she wrote playfully on the old basement walls. She walked away from the useless body and made her way to the figure.

The figure was one of her father's closest friends, Hugo Felix. He wore a fedora hat that covered his shady gray eyes. He had light brown hair and was tall with broad shoulders. Even though he was a runaway criminal, Scar looked up to him like a father.

He may look like any other ordinary criminal, but he's not that ordinary. He has the ability to read minds, so that's why he knew what Scar was thinking.

In this world, powers like these are acknowledged, but they're rare, people try to get these people to do bad things for them and that is why people stay quiet about their abilities. These people who have these powers are often called Skill Users. Along with the Skill Users there are people who often hunt them down; they are called Skill Killers.

"Nice work." Hugo said as he patted Scar on the head.

Scar beamed and took out her handkerchief and wiped the blood off her daggers. She then put the daggers back in her boots and looked up at Hugo.

What do we do with the bodies?

He looked at her and shrugged and took another breath of his cigarette. He blew out the smoke and Scar crinkled her nose.

"We'll just leave it out for some lucky janitor to find." he said.

He started walking up the steps and Scar followed. She paused and took a last look of the crime scene, then hurried to catch up with Hugo.

Anyways, what did I say about smoking?

Hugo sighed.

"You don't need to worry about an old man like me." he said,"I'm not gonna die until I'm ready to."

Scar rolled her eyes and they both made their way to their apartment in an isolated place in the town of criminals.