Cinderella Agent Triple Seven

The fifth bell rung indicating the time for lunch. Students immediately filled the hallway as they walk fro and to. Voices cut through the air echoing on the corridor. Their steps were loud but their talks were louder. Glydelle joined the students' flow as most of them were to fill their hungers at the school's cafeteria while other's finding their friends. One of the students was hastened when she slammed unto Glydelle. Not wasting any time she immediately picked up pieces of paper that fell on the ground. As the crowd not dared to care, many had stepped accidentally on those. "You have eyes, don't be stupid and use it!" She rolled her eyes as she said the words to the one she bumped with. "Sorry- I was rushing and--" before the latter could finish, She continued walking ignoring her. Her long blonde hair swaying as she steps on the ground, light blue eyes looks fascinating on her skin, her waist and hips perfectly carved in c and is swaying in her rhythm of walk. Her Russian beauty could catch anyone's attention. "Hey, Cinderella." A girl with curly long brown hair blocked her path that made her stop from walking. She's not Cinderella. Her name is Glydelle Gilterdoe. Everyone calls her Cinderella because of her gorgeous looks and her story. Her father married her stepmother, Martha, a year ago, then the woman, with her two daughters, started living with them. Minus the prince of course. For more information, her father died just three months ago, which made people reminds her more as the Cinderella in the tale. The pain of losing her father is still there deep down in her heart but why would she let them see the pain? She smirked. "Oh hi Anastasia!" She said and gave a bright smile to her step sister, emphasizing the name she calls her. Ella got irritated, surprised and displeased by the name but she regained her smile. "You have the nerve to call me that huh?" The girl responded. "Well, I must say.. you've become more fiesty. But your dad's not here anymore Cinderella. No one would protect you." She pretendly showed a concern face. "I suggest you buy me a dress to gain my side." The girl smirked as she throw the money on the floor in front of Glydelle. Ella was never been good to her even when his father was around. They clash everytime they met. She's not even considerate on being rude towards a person grieving for her loved ones. They are starting to gain crowds because of the interesting scene. Her sister is kinda popular and could turn heads to her. Insensitive b***h! "No, thanks." Glydelle took a step and about to leave but she was stopped by Ella's words. "Oh Cinderella," Ella looked at her with a pretend pity. "Would you rather wanna see your shits got burned?" Ella smirked. "You do reminds me of Cinderella, pathetic lonely b***h! Why not start in dirt and be a slave?" She then released an insulting laugh. Their mother was always considerate on Ella. She's spoiling her too much. Though Glydelle didn't received any insults towards Martha, she didn't received any love either. Martha treated her as someone cannot be wasted a time on. Just like a fish pet of the house, a display in a tank. Patience self. Don't be carried away. Glydelle just rolled her eyes. Different reactions was obviously seen on the crowd. Some pity her, some was amused by her sister's doing, some are not interested at all and just curious. She inhaled, looked at her so called 'sister' and gave back the smirk. "Slave?" She released a laugh. "Is mother not paying attention to you anymore? Unloved b***h!" She then walked and left her sister irritated. But before she completely left her behind, she turned around. "Oh! I don't care 'bout my things! You can burn burn or even use them. 'Cause I know those things were way better and even more costly than yours!" She then turned around unintentionally flipped her hair and continued to walked. Ella left the money on the floor because of the humiliation and quickly sped with a pissed off face. ____________ The sun had set, moon started to shine brightly in the middle of thousands or millions of stars as though floating through the dark blue sky. Their lights however was covered by the blinding flashes of headlights, street lamps, build screens, and any other lights cascading over the city. Cinderella walked down on the busy street to her way home. Ella somehow made her car tires missing. She had no choice but to walk. Noises from the passing vihicles echoed on the city. Horns travelled through the night air. Others find it rackety but others find peace over the sound. She was silently walking when she suddenly felt someone following her. She slowed down her pace and noticed that it's not only one person but a lot of them are following her. Alarming her, she increased her pace. The men looked like a pack of wolves ready to attack her. As she walked far, the numbers of people are increasing. Under the light of the moon and the dim lights of the street, Cinderella is now running away from numbers of people. Who are they? Why are they following me? Still, she continued to run. Couldn't hold her breath any longer, she looked for a place to hide. She found a peaceful street. She ran towards it, wanting to hide. However, one of the unknown people following her saw her turning her way and they followed her. She run as much as she could but unfortunately, the street ended on a concrete wall. She stopped and chased her breath out. If you cannot run, you fight. "Well, well. Their Cinderella is all alone now. Oops! I forgot, she's always alone since her father died." One of the guys mocked her. This scene, this situation. It's not the first time that a group of people cornered her. She always got away because of her strength to fight. But, not with this number of people in front of her. It's always less than 10. Right now its even more than 15. How could she go away? She'll be tired fighting the first 8 seeing what they're holding. Baseball bats, iron steels, some even had a small knife. Fuck! She cursed on her mind. "Who are you people? I don't remember offending you!" She hissed. "Oh, yes princess. You didn't. Why don't you ask your dad?" One of them talked. Hearing the words, the other men laughed. Glydelle felt a fetish for violence. They're mocking her but she needs information. Controling herself is a must. Recklessness won't do any good. "W-what?! I'm sorry? I didn't catch that. How is he related to this?!" She confusedly asked. The leader took his steps towards the girl creating range in her heart. "Do you think your father died accidentally?" That question has a great impact on her. That question is the only question she always avoid but also the same question that is always running on her mind. The thread of constrain was cut by those words. She has no good patience. Because of anger and hatred, she immediately punched the guy in front of her. That was the cue to the other members to attack her. She punched the first guy to get close to her and released a front kick. She grabbed the two near persons and made their head kiss each other putting lot of force as possible. She blocked the baseball bat above her head that almost hit her. Grabbing the bat, she pulled the mans head down to meets her knee with his face. She clasped the hand of the guy holding a knife which almost thrust her stomach. She twisted it's hand making the knife fall on the ground. She then swung the bat into his side creating a huge impact that made the guy out balanced. She grabbed the guy's hair pulling it up. She then kicked his manhood. Another man went to her and about to stab her chest with a pocket knife but she dodged sideway as she immediately trusted the baseball bat on his back with great force making him fall on the ground. Before he could rise, she hit his back and legs few times. She continued to fight the remaining men thus she didn't noticed a guy with a knife to suddenly appear behind her and it was too late for her to realize that she got stabbed on her side. Red liquid flowed. Immediately, her strength started to fade. It is very different to the movies she had seen who got stabbed but can still walk and fight. Her vision blurred as the remaining members of the group continued to punch and kick her until she had fallen on the ground. The darkness is now slowly eating her. The last thing she remembered was hearing 3 gunshots and seeing a black pair of shoes slowly walking in a blur towards her.