(Okay, I'll try to replicate what I remember of it)
Maya growled. She hated this part of the kill. The chasing, the running, and especially their shrill cries for help. She winced as her newest victim screamed out yet another cry for help. She shook her head once, twice, the wind quickly whipping the hair out of her face, now trailing behind her head. The wind was especially strong today. Maya smiled a bit to herself, and adrenaline rushing through her veins, she pushed her speed, sword in hand, she started to close the distance between her and the victim. "There's no one coming to save you, little girl," she hissed, her eyes flashing with rage for a split second.
She didn't always use to be like this. There was a time, a long long time ago when she was happy, carefree, and innocent, even. This was a sad life for her. An endless life of murdering. The authorities had been sent after her many times already, and failed. Maya was dangerous. She couldn't remember how many times she'd killed, but not that it mattered to her. Traumatic events had changed her. Changed who she was, how she acted. In fact, Maya was even her birth name. It was Kaori. But Kaori wasn't her anymore. Not now. Now she was Maya.
Maya glared at the girl in front of her, imagining her eyes wild with fear, the terror inside of the small body. This made her happy. She would die today. This girl would die, and by her own hands. She raised her hand, the one with the sword and pushed her legs and muscles even harder. She didn't care whether her muscles were screaming for oxygen, or whether her breath came in small, laboured, pants. No. All she cared about was killing her victim. If she failed to complete this one simple task, she would fail life. Kaori was gone, lost to the memories of those who once knew her. Maya's entire life was made solely of killing. Murdering. She couldn't fail her life now. Not yet. She wasn't ready. She raised the sword, and brought it crashing down on the girl.
There was still at least a foot of distance between them, and she just nicked the girl's shoulder. Maya growled, anger fueling her actions now. Her body was already pushed to the limit, so she resorted to driving the sword blindly through whatever body part it hit as she raised the sword once more, and brought it crashing down. {You chose what the sword hits.}
amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) blinked, trying so hard to keep the tears out of her eyes. No, she told herself. Stay strong. Stay strong for Anna. Anna needs you. You can't give up now. But the only thing that came out of talking to herself was memories, painful memories, which brought more tears to her eyes. She ran blindly, terror filling her small body. Far away, in the distance she heard yet another shrill cry for help, and she winced. Was it Anna? Please don't let it be Anna, she repeated over and over to herself, her eyes wide with fear. "Anna!" she called out, unsure of where she was. And that was the thing. amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) couldn't see, she never could have. She was born blind, and still couldn't see. amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) couldn't remember why she'd agreed to come out here in the first place. Nor why she'd let her little sister Anna tag along. "ANNA!" she shrieked, her voice filling with terror. Not long after, though, she ran head first into something solid. With texture. And it hurt. "Ow…" she mumbled, rubbing her head. She reached up her hands to feel her way around the temporary obstacle, and she kept running.
