[b]Hannah[/b]

The boys eyes are what had her interested at first, it was hard to be certain but she had sworn they had been glowing red. Upon getting closer, she had been correct. She had followed him through the city, almost certain he was aware of being followed. Covering her tracks had been risky. Backtracking through alleys and taking shortcuts to make sure she was never in plain sight of him. He may have been quick, and intelligent but he clearly didn't know the city as well as she did. 

That's when she saw it happen. Physical dexterity and reactions unlike anything seen, the man was dead within seconds. She held her breath and backed further into her alley. The T-shape of the backstreets giving her protection. Thankfully, he hadn't seen or heard her. She peeked around, checking the coast was clear and investigated the body.She recognized him, he had been one of the thugs she had seen around town working as muscle for hire. Hell, she had been chased by him a few times. She picked out things she could use, a mobile phone, a wallet, his watch and anything of value. Then, she carefully vacated the scene herself, following the footsteps of the boy. She was five minutes behind him, and unsure which way he had gone, took a left. With the money from the wallet she was going to be able to pay for dinner, and give half her rent to the old landlord who came knocking around this time every month. 

The thrill of survival in a modern metropolis.