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Charlotte Isabella Tate
Her brown hair whipped around her face as she ran, hiding her slightly pointed ears from view. Her black hood fell down from her head, revealing scratches and bruises across her face that indicated she'd been in danger for a while. She glanced behind her to see the gang of men still chasing her across the rooftops, shooting at her randomly. The gunshots echoed around the buildings of the city, and she ran faster than ever, jumping across the gaps between houses in an attempt to escape them.
There was a reason she was being hunted, of course. Charlotte wasn't an ordinary person, in fact, she wasn't a person at all. But until a week ago, she hadn't known that.
Glancing back over her shoulder, her purple-grey eyes flashed with fear as she saw them beginning to gain on her, and she suddenly stopped as she almost fell off the edge of a flat roof. Looking down at the ground hundreds of feet below, she realized that she was stuck.
With a silent sigh, she turned to face the men as they slowed down and approached her, knowing that she had nowhere to go now. But, as they came forward, she suddenly jumped back off the edge and disappeared from view, falling twenty stories down to certain death.
If anyone had been on the street and saw what happened, they wouldn't believe their eyes if they saw a girl of about seventeen land safely on her feet in the middle of the pavement, and glance around before walking away as if nothing had happened.
