Sweat rolled down the surface of faces and the ground as people grasped at the marble floor. The chamber echoed as a masked man yelled to the crowd, "I SAID ON THE GROUND NOW!" There was a group of them, but he was clearly the leader. They shuffled around the place collecting watches, pearl necklaces, people's wallets... he walked up to the lady behind the desk, and, just as he was about to speak, a voice singing, humming came from outside the doors. The voice was beautiful, but eerily unsettling because it was so happy and not melodic. No sirens yet. But, the doors swung open. There she was, she walked past the men with masks and stood beside the main robber. "What's your currency here?" she asks.

"Get down, bitch." the man said, spitting at her. But, the trajectory of the spit was off. "Right, so what can I get for this?" she handed a paper towards the bank clerk. The clerk's knees were barely holding on, buckling and causing the young lady to have a hunchback appearance. "DON'T IGNORE ME! I SAID GET DOWN!" The masked guy yelled directly in her ear, but the strange girl was unfazed.

The man in the mask had little patience, and little time. So, he pointed his gun towards the girl. "Your kind isn't supposed to be at a nice place like this anyways." He said, and pulled the trigger. The crowd screamed, panicked, too afraid to look, but too curious not to refrain. Surprisingly, at point blank range, the man was unable to shoot the girl. Rather, the girl had put her hand on his wrist and pointed the gun towards the roof. As the bullet ricocheted away, the man blushed, grabbing for her wrist, and flicking the gun into his mouth. "Oh my god." The man whispered, before turning the gun on himself. He knew he didn't have control. But, he didn't pull the trigger. He dropped his gun on the ground, and skittered away from the girl. "W-what the hell?" He said. The panic in his voice grasped for the attention of his criminal colleagues. "I din't bring a gun, but a knife will do mighty fine." He approached the girl with the long blade, and when she noticed, she turned her face towards the group. The first instance her attention was turned away from the bank clerk. A menacing grin developed on her face, and the looked in her eyed resembled a state of psychosis.  Shadows dance in her eyes, and with no lack of personalities.

"Lets dance then!" She said and ran up to the man with the knife, sliding into the man with a swinging kick and knocking him into the ground. He his his head with a thud and groan as she caught his knife that flew up into the air with her teeth. She curtsied, as though this was all some game or performance, and looked the other men cold dead in the eyes. So, the fight began.  

The man on the ground got up; he tried to stand in place, but people could tell he was slightly whirling in circles, snarling as he threw blood from his lips. Then, another man charged. The girl did a spin around him, stabbing him with it in the back and jumping off him over a bullet flying towards her. Like salt in the wound, the bullet hit the man that was previously stabbed, knocking him to the ground. As the girl approached the bloody body of her opponent, a bullet aimed for her from behind. She swiftly turned around, holding her blade that was still in the man's body. Another bullet hit the man. The second man holding the weapon quickly turned around and sent a plethora of bullets. 

Pushing the guy aside, she ran towards the man shooting towards her. The people watched in disbelief as she dodged every bullet, unscathed. The moment he ran out of bullets, the momentum of the movement led to the girl doing a flip and kicking him up the chin, knocking him backwards. His friend dropped to the ground and dropped a box of bullets. She turned around and looked at him; he was shocked and horrified, hands shaking and a small portion of his gray pants a slight shade darker.

With another shout, the last bullet hit. The guy who hit the ground had fallen close to the gun that was dropped all that time ago... The knife flew into the air; spinning fast and reflecting light, it looked as though it were a star. He stood up holding the gun towards her, with a smug grin on his face. As though he had a chance. Although, it wasn't looking like that... She walked over to him, as though the world has turned to slow motion, willing him to move back. He was so afraid, his leg shaking willing him to run. He was already injured; he probably knew he wouldn't make it far. As the knife started to fall back, she landed a couple blows with her fist, and then she jumped, somehow kicking directly the end of the handle of the knife and shooting it towards his chest. He fell back, defeat in his eyes.

 When reality finally returned and people realized what was, they all started to rise from their kneeling positions. The crowd applauded. The policemen came not soon after, shock in their eyes. Surprisingly, then men were all still alive. The girl was talking to the clerk when the cops came, and, even more surprisingly, it was the girl who, too, was arrested.