A girl walked down the street. Her long amber hair, partially covered by an iridescent cap, swayed slightly with each movement. When people saw her, they moved out of the way, making a path through the busy street.

 Everyone was afraid of her. Some said she was a ghost of them, there to haunt them forever. Others argued she was an empty shell, with phantoms controlling her every move. Still others decided she was just an emo girl.

No one knew what she was, and when knowledge was currency, that scared them. 

Her dark grey eyes scanned the crowd as she walked by, shocking anyone who stared back with their emptiness. When she finally left the streets for favor of the alleys, she let out a sigh of relief, relaxing slightly with the stillness of the place. Just a mile until she could be in the forest. The girl relaxed; letting down her guard. Too late she realized that as a three people went in front of her.

They flicked open switchblades and advanced toward her. "I think you'd better come with us, girl," the one in front said, glaring at her menacingly.

She shook her head and showed them a rude gesture. 

"Attack!"Front Ugly yelled.

She closed her eyes. And then she let out a piercing whistle, high enough to make the blades vibrate, and the owners of the blades yell and cover their ears.

The whistle quickly dissolved into heavy breathing. The girl took the three knives from the thugs and was about to leave the alley, before the leader weakly called to her.

She turned around and tilted her head.

"What are you?" he whispered.

The girl considered the question. And smiled. "I am..."

If you like this one, even though it's short, finish the sentence! Ideally with a name, but anything works! Thank you for reading, and I'm sorry about bad grammer. If you really, really, like this, use this for a story, but give me credit, please!

Robin out!