[b][i][u]Two Weeks Ago[/u][/i][/b]

Alessa splashed water on her face before staring into her reflection. She moved a long strand of raven black hair out of her line of vision and curved it behind her ear. She was already a target, being the daughter of two of the most notorious gangs in America, but was even more of a target now that her power had appeared. Her lip quivered and her eyes began to tear up, she quickly rubbed her eyes with her elbow though and stopped any tears from dripping down her pale face.

She tiptoed out of the bathroom and back to her room, putting on her jacket and picking up her bags. Lastly, she retrieved her revolver from its place in her desk drawer. She stuffed the gun into her inside jacket pocket, along with a few rounds of ammo in beside it. She crept through the dark halls of her house, taking one last stop in her parents' room before departing. They were sound asleep, Alessa's lip quivered once more. They weren't the best parents, and they had more than their fair share of arguments, but they loved, Alessa and she loved them, and that was all that mattered. She cautiously closed the door and made her way out of the house and into the cold nights breeze.

[b][i][u]Present Day[/u][/i][/b]

Alessa sat in the back of the large truck, being tossed and bounced about as it travelled along the bumpy and largely unrepairable road. She kept her head down, hardly ever looking at anyone throughout the whole trip. Before she had left home she was a chatty, talkative young woman, but she had maintained that it was better to reveal as little as possible after leaving, made it harder for people to trace her back to her parents. 

Her head turned to face the blinding light of the back door opening. She squinted to see a male figure barking out orders and demanding payment for the journey. Alessa's brow furrowed, the payment wasn't what she was annoyed about, it was the fact that she'd already paid for the journey that annoyed her. She watched as a girl around, Alessa's own age whispered something to the man, he nodded with some sick expression growing on his face. This only made, Alessa's expression all the more angry. 

Suddenly, one of the passengers managed to grow some balls and stand up to the man, only to be met with the threat of violence by way of shotgun. Alessa closed her eyes. She shouldn't intervene, it wasn't her problem, just leave the guy to his fate. But that wasn't how she was raised. No matter how many people her parents extorted or beat up they always did it with some semblance of honour or good intention. She rose from her seat as the armed assailant turned to face, Guy. She reached into her pocket, sneaking behind the two men before lashing her arm out, revolver in hand and whipping the gunman across the back of the head, sending him tumbling to the ground unconscious. She pointed the gun to the other mans head, pulling the trigger down with her thumb.
[color=MediumVioletRed]"Let him go or I paint the inside of this van a new shade of red."[/color] She threatened, now gripping the gun with two hands rather than one.