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This is Part 2 to “A Daring Mission” so please check it out before reading this one!
(The link is here: www.deviantart.com/scarlettbun… )

This story contains violence and gore, please reconsider before proceeding.

*creak*
Scarlett cautiously opened the door. The interior of the stadium was completely different than the outside as if she had traveled to an entirely different place instantaneously. The white walls were shining spotlessly above the marble floors, which were a brilliant gleaming silver. But the ceiling was a different story entirely ah now that was a different story. The ceiling looked to be made decades ago. The grayed, weathered tiles were tearing at the edges and the rims began to rust. A few tiles were missing, and through them you could see a few old pipes. A perfect place to hide.

Scarlett winded her hand back, and thrusted it upwards towards one of the missing tiles. A glowing red string shot out of her hand, and it coiled itself around one of the rusty pipes. She then placed both hands on it and hastily climbed up the glowing rope. With the snap of her fingers, the rope turned to dust. The small, mechanical drone flitted through the air not far behind her. The space was not enough for Scarlett to fully stand up. She looked around the hollow roof, seeing almost nothing more than a few rusty pipes sticking out of the gritty stone floor and a little bit of light reaching through the empty gaps in the eroded tiles. She slipped her hand into her pocket, pulling out the map and target names. She scanned through the various names on the page- Zephon, and Fernando. She placed her hand on the inside of the tiles. A thick layer of dust coated her palm in second. No one has been up here for years, Scarlett thought to herself as she crawled through the dusty place.

*clack clack*
She heard the click of a turned doorknob, and the ominous creak of a door, not dissimilar to the one emitted by the door by which she entered the mysterious stadium. Scarlett checked the map one last time before shoving it into her pocket. She stood still listening to the clanking of the person's boots. They are in a suit of armor. This place must be more guarded than I thought. With such security, it would be fatal to be found out If she were to, it would be game over. But Scarlett knew what she was doing. She waited patiently for the footsteps to become more faint and, eventually, fade away. Then started to move forward.

Slowly and carefully, Scarlett made it to the next room. Fortunately, she was able to get around with considerable ease. She peeked down into one of the rooms. It looked fairly similar to the entrance, but this room had a few tables, scattered about. All of them had tubes and vials of colorful liquids. The room was approximately 15 feet tall, and a single man in a white robe was placed in the middle. He was pouring a liquid into a little cylindrical vial, about 6 inches tall. It was a lavender purple, but it smelled like burning flesh. Scarlett wrinkled her nose after a single whiff of the vile aroma. She studied the man closer. He had yellowish-orange gloves and transparent yellow goggles, and placed on his lab coat was a shiny metal name tag reading “Fernando.” A target, Scarlett thought. She tied a red rope to the pipes and held it in her right hand. Then waited till Fernando placed the vial down and walked right underneath the empty tile. She stuck out her hand as if to grab something, and soon enough, the air around her started to drift towards her hand. She was pulling it towards her. For this was one of the “gifts” she had gained from her months in that lab. bright white glow, not dissimilar to that of a star,lowed oshape, then thinned out, and within seconds a thin, warm, razor-sharp metal needle formed in her hand. She then came closer to the edge of the hole, Took a deep breath, and leaped down onto Fernando, needle in one hand, the thread in the other.

Before Fernando could so much as look up, a shimmer of silver light pierced right through the top of his head, and through the bottom of his chin, snagging a chunk of flesh that it brought down to the floor with it. All one could hear in that moment was the light clank of the now crimson needle, and a thud of the man's body falling to the floor. A petrified face stared up at Scarlett as she hung from the glowing red string. All she did was stare back at the man’s pale, lifeless body with her stone cold eyes. No regret, no emotion. She gradually slid down the rope, careful not to make a sound. She let go of the glowing thread, and tied a second one around the man. Then hoisted the limp, unmoving body onto her shoulder and climbed back into the roof. The needle that pierced the man crumbled like dust and disappeared into the air, leaving behind the few red drops that remained on the floor.

Now that Scarlett had a body to carry, it was considerably more difficult to move around without making too much noise. Scarlett had to find a place to dispose of the corpses before it was too late. She crawled through the dark, dusty space, dragging the cold body behind her. Scarlett already covered up the bleeding parts, and while it took a bit of time, she thought it was necessary. Every movement was crucial. Even the smallest mistake could well be fatal. Scarlett glanced at the map again, but at that moment, what she feared happened. The jingling of keys, the beep of a keycard, the moan of an old wooden door opening wide, and the clanking of a fully armed guard wandering the room beneath her.

To be continued~

How will Scarlett get out of this one? Will she end up dead? If you want to see part 3 click here:
www.deviantart.com/scarlettbun…

Description
This is Part 2 to “A Daring Mission” so please check it out before reading this one!
(The link is here: www.deviantart.com/scarlettbun… )

This story contains violence and gore, please reconsider before proceeding.

*creak*
Scarlett cautiously opened the door. The interior of the stadium was completely different than the outside as if she had traveled to an entirely different place instantaneously. The white walls were shining spotlessly above the marble floors, which were a brilliant gleaming silver. But the ceiling was a different story entirely ah now that was a different story. The ceiling looked to be made decades ago. The grayed, weathered tiles were tearing at the edges and the rims began to rust. A few tiles were missing, and through them you could see a few old pipes. A perfect place to hide.

Scarlett winded her hand back, and thrusted it upwards towards one of the missing tiles. A glowing red string shot out of her hand, and it coiled itself around one of the rusty pipes. She then placed both hands on it and hastily climbed up the glowing rope. With the snap of her fingers, the rope turned to dust. The small, mechanical drone flitted through the air not far behind her. The space was not enough for Scarlett to fully stand up. She looked around the hollow roof, seeing almost nothing more than a few rusty pipes sticking out of the gritty stone floor and a little bit of light reaching through the empty gaps in the eroded tiles. She slipped her hand into her pocket, pulling out the map and target names. She scanned through the various names on the page- Zephon, and Fernando. She placed her hand on the inside of the tiles. A thick layer of dust coated her palm in second. No one has been up here for years, Scarlett thought to herself as she crawled through the dusty place.

*clack clack*
She heard the click of a turned doorknob, and the ominous creak of a door, not dissimilar to the one emitted by the door by which she entered the mysterious stadium. Scarlett checked the map one last time before shoving it into her pocket. She stood still listening to the clanking of the person's boots. They are in a suit of armor. This place must be more guarded than I thought. With such security, it would be fatal to be found out If she were to, it would be game over. But Scarlett knew what she was doing. She waited patiently for the footsteps to become more faint and, eventually, fade away. Then started to move forward.

Slowly and carefully, Scarlett made it to the next room. Fortunately, she was able to get around with considerable ease. She peeked down into one of the rooms. It looked fairly similar to the entrance, but this room had a few tables, scattered about. All of them had tubes and vials of colorful liquids. The room was approximately 15 feet tall, and a single man in a white robe was placed in the middle. He was pouring a liquid into a little cylindrical vial, about 6 inches tall. It was a lavender purple, but it smelled like burning flesh. Scarlett wrinkled her nose after a single whiff of the vile aroma. She studied the man closer. He had yellowish-orange gloves and transparent yellow goggles, and placed on his lab coat was a shiny metal name tag reading “Fernando.” A target, Scarlett thought. She tied a red rope to the pipes and held it in her right hand. Then waited till Fernando placed the vial down and walked right underneath the empty tile. She stuck out her hand as if to grab something, and soon enough, the air around her started to drift towards her hand. She was pulling it towards her. For this was one of the “gifts” she had gained from her months in that lab. bright white glow, not dissimilar to that of a star,lowed oshape, then thinned out, and within seconds a thin, warm, razor-sharp metal needle formed in her hand. She then came closer to the edge of the hole, Took a deep breath, and leaped down onto Fernando, needle in one hand, the thread in the other.

Before Fernando could so much as look up, a shimmer of silver light pierced right through the top of his head, and through the bottom of his chin, snagging a chunk of flesh that it brought down to the floor with it. All one could hear in that moment was the light clank of the now crimson needle, and a thud of the man's body falling to the floor. A petrified face stared up at Scarlett as she hung from the glowing red string. All she did was stare back at the man’s pale, lifeless body with her stone cold eyes. No regret, no emotion. She gradually slid down the rope, careful not to make a sound. She let go of the glowing thread, and tied a second one around the man. Then hoisted the limp, unmoving body onto her shoulder and climbed back into the roof. The needle that pierced the man crumbled like dust and disappeared into the air, leaving behind the few red drops that remained on the floor.

Now that Scarlett had a body to carry, it was considerably more difficult to move around without making too much noise. Scarlett had to find a place to dispose of the corpses before it was too late. She crawled through the dark, dusty space, dragging the cold body behind her. Scarlett already covered up the bleeding parts, and while it took a bit of time, she thought it was necessary. Every movement was crucial. Even the smallest mistake could well be fatal. Scarlett glanced at the map again, but at that moment, what she feared happened. The jingling of keys, the beep of a keycard, the moan of an old wooden door opening wide, and the clanking of a fully armed guard wandering the room beneath her.

To be continued~

How will Scarlett get out of this one? Will she end up dead? If you want to see part 3 click here:
www.deviantart.com/scarlettbun…