The girl strode across the dark grey concrete floor with a wild grin on her face. Her footsteps echoed throughout the warehouse, and disappearing in the sharp cold air. The only noises were her foot steps, silent breathing and a rattle of someone coughing. A dark figure trembled on the floor
“Please…..don’t,” The figure rasped the man origin had white clothing and blond hair but his clothes were now blossoming n red and his hair was a sludge dark maroon.
“You should have thought about that before wewe messed with the Lone Wolves,” The girl sneered The man looked up at her with pleading brown eyes. The girl ignored him and reloaded her gun.
“I have to wewe credit though, five rounds to the chest? Impressive, too bad wewe cant onyesha your wounds off. If your lucky wewe might pass out before I unlock a new bullet in your head!” The girl alisema and smirked.
“P-p-please I have a wife a-a-a child!y-y-you were taken too!D-d-do wewe want a other child t-t-to suffer?” The man pleaded The girls smirk vanished and was replaced with pure hatred
“Don’t wewe dare pull that on ME! If wewe cared about that child wewe would have left him alone! Maybe he wouldn’t be six feet underground!” She roared “And if wewe cared about your kid wewe would have left your nose out of our business!” She added. The man stared at the ceiling and started muttering a name over and over.
“If wewe k-k-k-kill me a alarm will go off, a thousand guards w-w-w-will be cc-c-c-c-c-oming hh-hh-ere,”
“Let them!” She sneered and pulled the trigger. A huge blaring nose trumpeted she girl smirked as guards pulled in. The girl leaped over a row of them in mid air she pulled a machine gun off her back and the spray of bullets followed instantly rows of people fell. She repeated the motion until all guards were gone and stood there triumphantly. Suddenly inayofuata to her a shadow spun itself into a disk and a black mbwa mwitu with glowing red eyes steeped out, the girl knelt on the ground and the mbwa mwitu transformed into a tall cloaked figure.
“Impressive for a new comer, things to be worked on, but wewe have proven your place here, welcome pup.” The cold voice alisema and the figure flicked his wrist and an the girls arm up near her shoulder, caught on fire. The girl bit down on her tongue so hard it bleed just so she wouldn't scream as marks burned into her skin, the biggest mark was a black mbwa mwitu with a blue pembetatu on its forehead and below that was one line that went around her arm with the roman nurmal 256, the number of people she had killed in her first mission. The girl bowed
“Thank you, lord,” She said
“You are a Lone mbwa mwitu now. Good Luck Delta,”

Delta stood up flying off her kitanda gasping, clutching her chest. Drenched in sweat and breathing deeply, she was just in her room.
Just at nyumbani She thought Your real home; Wayne Manor with people that care about wewe Dick, Kyra, Bruce. Just breath Delta, breath. Your not at Lone Mbwa mwitu loups anymore, your home. No zaidi Lord, no zaidi Darkness, no zaidi killing. But three people were left behind that she did care about Shadowa, Angelica….Brant. Shadowa and Angelica were both mystical creatures symbolising light and darkness they were like her protectors, Brant was her only true friend. And no, not her boyfriend, she left at age 9. Even though they were young they were both really smart he was one mwaka older than her and really good poet he acted like a true friend and brother for her and she did the same for him. Delta turned over and felt the piece of paper under her pillow. She didn’t have to read it she knew the words kwa heart.

Poison

All mention,
Pushing people over the edge,
Is his intention,

Control,
Is his main goal,
Looking to break,
And destroy the soul,
He hits and beats you,
In to submission,
Verbally and physically,
In the abusive tradition,

Your nerves are a wreck,
And you're teary eyed,
From the children he's taken,
The days wewe have cried,
From manipulation,
And the verbal lies,

The return of the true face,
Of the man wewe once new,
The man wewe came to dispose,
The Devil's God to,
He will be found out,
His lies will seep through,
The sordid web,
He lay out for you,

He's not clever enough,
The children will see,
What he's done to them,
One siku you'll see,
So be tough and strong,
I know you've done no wrong,

I know you've done your best,
and it's been a test,
But he's planted the seed,
I wish I could say something,
To be there for you,

Instead of having to sit here,
And watch it to,
This shouldn't be happening,
Not to you,
Just remember,
How much I upendo you.

She felt tears prick at her eyes, Brant wrote it when she accidentally killed two innocent kids with her acid darts. They were running away and they ran across her line of moto and the poison went into them, it was a slow painful death; Delta had killed many people before but they were only around six au seven plenty of life to live, served because of her darts. Delta thought of the last line, before when we was saying what he had written down at the last line she had sobbed in his chest. Brant now a killer, now probably cold wolf, still suffering the ‘training’ that Delta is still scared and scarred from. Delta stood up in kitanda and then punched the ukuta inayofuata to her feeling the plaster break and her fist lodged in cold stone that was turning warm because of blood. She was furious at her self I have the nerve to feel sorry for my self because of a nightmare?! He is back there suffering, maybe not even alive! I’m here, with everything and I feel bad! Delta marched out of her room and walked to the Batcave, not caring how much noise she made. Only one sentence thundered through her mind
I’ll find wewe Brant, if it’s the last thing I DO!