"Ah, ah, ah," a man with a large build breathed heavily. He was running and ended up in a room with no known exits except the way he had come in. He was panicked and held his knife out in front of him. It was gripped so tightly that you would think his skin would rip and blood would splatter all over the place.

A woman came walking in, her heals clicking with every step she took. She stopped once she was in and she ran her fingers through her long, black hair, as it's thickness waved in the windy breeze. Her glare held a terrifying hold on the man.

"Now, why are you running? I thought you were going to have your way with me? I thought you were getting so excited? Don't you like me?" she asked, her voice had no intense sound to it, but her words hung heavy in the air. She was a cold woman who seemed that no matter what she did, she wouldn't losing anything.

"St…stay away from me bitch," he cried out. This man is actually a well known serial killer. He brings his victims to a vacant room, and kills them. No one knew why he was so heavy on killing, especially young women. He didn't always try to touch them, just play with them a little bit. It didn't matter what gender, and his weapon was a special kind as well. The police haven't even found his location yet.

"Now, how many victims have you piled up on your record?" she asked closing her eyes. She envisioned the many victims that could have been, but she didn't really know who they all were. There was a specific reason for her to track down these vile creatures, but she needn't have a thought about the past now. It wouldn't sit well with anything that is to be done here.

He felt heat rising from within himself. It was so strong that it came to a breaking point, with a strong grip the handle broke through his skin. The blood started to flow from the opening wound.

It was almost like fate was already testing his endurance. That in any second, he'd be cut down, but even in these thoughts of his, he'd still stand his ground. His thoughts center around the idea of being able to best this terrifying woman, and he'd win. These thought swelled up inside him, that he had enough courage to hold up his knife. With that he took a charge straight for her. She side stepped from his charge.

It was easy, it was almost as if she was able to read his movements before it had happened. That's because of her special ability. She was able to slow people's movements and quicken hers.

"Now, now. Do you think I'll be an easy target for you? I'd warn you, but that's far too much effort," she stated as she kept dodging his attacks. The ease of her strides, and the thrusts of his knife were very much in sync. She played it like a dance, with each movement leading him to his eternal end.

When he realized that his whole movement was being slowed, he could do nothing but watch his end come. In just a few short moments, he'd be dead. His whole life flashed before his eyes, and the memories he'd wished to never see again. There were a lot of memories he'd rather stick to as well, but with things moving the way they did, he had no choice but to watch them.

A single moment in his life stuck out the most. It was an important one that could never reverse his predicament now. It was a man, he'd met him not too long ago, but he'd wished to have met him sooner. It was the man who gave him his weapon, and it made his life so nice, until this precise moment.

"Now, remember Paul, this knife will give you the life force of your victims. This will be true, unless you cut yourself at any one moment. When that happens, no matter how much life you've collected, it will only suck it out of you. So, be careful," the man had said.

His regret was trusting that man, and going after a victim that would fight back, and win. Even now, his life had been ideal for himself. He would never regret the moments his witness, the moments he's tangled with the door of death. In truth, he knew that this was the perfect end for him. Savoring the last bits of him memories, so strong that he could remember every detail to every kill he's tasted. The sweet scents of the women, the feel of their flowing blood, and the screams he's gathered, all playing till his very, last, breath.

Once his last breath was drawn, he didn't move, and his face had a mixed up distortion to it. It showed pleasure rather than fear or peace. The knife was protruding from his Adam's apple, his eye holding no light, but just a deep, dark existence that would no longer see the light.

"Hmm, so this wasn't the guy either, he's such a strange man too. Looking like that after taking his last breath. Are all men like this?" the woman sighed as she picked up the knife. She could feel the energy of a non human, but that's all it way.

"Lady Alice, Lady Alice, you've become quite the hunter, another man dead and ready to be vacuumed up!" a little black bird landed on her shoulder.

"Krow, aren't you taking your time today? Go and clean up that man's body. He's your feast for the night, and we really don't want those pigs on our backs again," she stated as she dropped the knife back on the ground with a clang. It dissolved and disappeared.

"Not it again? The last time was your fault anyways. He was a pig that you saved, but boy was he frightened," he cawed as he landed on the head of the criminal, "to think that this town is filled with cowards, even the police force won't touch you."

"Just get on with it, it's time to clean this mess up," she stated and turned her back to him.

The black bird simply nodded and began to glow. This glow then surrounded the body and allowed the body to break up into particles that became one with the glow. The glow grew blacker and blacker until there was no body to be seen. Then it went all to the bird.

"So, what's our next mission Lady Alice? Is there another man you're hunting for? Who is he? Where is he? Is his soul ripe for the taking?" the bird returned to her shoulder with a loud Kaw.

"In all good time, will the real man appear. That's when the ripest feast will appear my little friend. For now, eat your fill of these tiny morsels, they should hold you over, until then…." she stated.

Alice started to walk through the door and back into the light, "we'll, make a mighty feast, to see you through," she gave a dark smile and continued to walk on.

The city is crawling with criminals who have nothing that they fear. That's why there are some keepers of the justice who risk their lives for the unprotected citizens, but some of these protectors are looking for something that involves themselves. I am just one of these criminal hero's. Awaiting for the day I can change mine, and everyone else's fate. Until then, I'll just keep fighting the injustice of this city.

"Rennie, even if you don't have your full power, you still go around killing the villains of this city. I think it doesn't deserve such praise," Shiro continued to follow me. I didn't want to listen to this contract freak for another minute, but he never lets up.

I gave up on trying to chase him off, so I decided to jump from the building I was perched on. It was a wonderful night, a night filled with the scents of my prey, and my only reason for being alive. I always feel like I have nothing, it started three years ago, but that's that. Nothing can be gained for returning to the past, it will never change.

I ended up standing in front of a window that showed my reflection. In that window appeared the person who I truly was. My long, red hair tied in pigtails, short shorts that didn't reach my waist, only a red top that didn't come down to my waist, and a jacket that was only a small ways past my breasts. On my back was the hilts of my swords, it was the only part seen.

"Admiring your reflection, that's what girls are supposed to do," Shiro was still floating next to me and giggling.

I turned to him, "devil's have other ambitions when they make contracts. It always ends up killing their contractor. I won't make a contract with you, but one day I will destroy the reasons for you being here." I turned and walked away from him, holding onto a long grudge that will never go away.

"That's why, I like you, Rennie, but you know the reason for me being here. It can't be changed, fate is unkind and unchanging towards those who break the designs set up for them, you know that best of all," he whispered. A soft, sweet voice that will only penetrate the first layer of my mind, but I wouldn't let it in any deeper.

After that, I walked down an alley. It was the easiest way to get back into the main street, but as I came into the alley I saw a sight.

Another criminal, huh?

"Come on sweet cheeks, it'll only hurt for a bit," the man smiled as he held her wrists with one hand against the brick wall. With his free hand he was pulling down her skirt to reveal her laced underwear. Her top was already unbuttoned and his sexual organs were almost at their limits. His face became distorted, almost like a pig. He was not human anymore.

When he was about to go in, a flying kick came out of nowhere and hit him straight in his temple. It knocked him to the other end of the alley.

A woman came walking up to him, her eyes cold and unfeeling.

"B…Bitch," he spat blood out of his mouth. It was a hard kick, but it wasn't powerful enough to knock him out.

"Uh, a woman's body really is weak, but you're not dealing with a normal human, let's see how many hits you can take," she stated as she pulled out one of the swords on her back.

"Hehehehe, do you think you're going to do me in. Just one fucking bitch, I think you're mistaken. You don't realize who I am do you?" he asked as he stood up.

She looked him over. He was no one of her concern, and she couldn't care less who he was. All he was to her was just another obstruction to public eyes, and a dead man.

"I am Jack, Jack the Ripper. I'll definitely bind you and send you into oblivion," he smiled as he took out a small knife and through it. She dodged it and with a great deal of speed appeared on the other side of him.

He turned around with a shocked look on his face, then he fell into pieces.

"A knock off of a historical villain, how disgraceful. You were nothing more than a perverted bastard who thought nothing more than sex, am I right? You admired such a vile man from history, that your world became distorted. I am right, aren't I?" she asked.

She walked toward his victim who was stairing up at her with terrified eyes. She was still in the same state he had put her in. She placed her hand softly on the girls head and released her from the memories of the past hour. When this occurred she fell to the ground. She would not remember the moments from the time she met the vile villain and her savior. No matter how hard she would try, it would be inevitable to break the woman's ability.