Killer Fox

     Living my life on the run ,didn't seem like the ideal way to spend my early twenties , and yet here I am. Running away from the people who once swore to protect me, now hunting me, with orders to return me dead or alive to my uncle.  I hated the fact that most people say if someone is truly innocent then they wouldn't run. Let me ask you this, If you were accused of murdering your mother and her actual murder was still out there, with who knows what kind of vendetta, would you stick around to be a sitting duck?      My mother was The Queen of Alister reigned over her people very fairly, if you would of asked me two years ago if I thought anyone would hate her enough to kill her I would of laughed at you. Two years ago seems like a lifetime now. For two years I have been working with a Secret Organization  referred  to as Killer Fox it is a group of women that my mom banded together as a type of secret secret service that has gone undetected for over twenty years . I didn't even know about them until they showed up in my bedroom the night after my mothers body had been discovered. They snuck me out of the Castle in the middle of the night and never looked back. Iv'e trained with them over the past two years and have become a decent addition to the team,. I was a decent shot and my hand to hand combat was better then the others, I heavily lacked in the hacking and tech side of things, not to mention I wasn't as fast as the others, but I still had a lot to offer the Organization.     I starred at my reflection in the mirror of  my very small bathroom, it consisted of a small sink, a one person shower stall and a toilet all inside a very narrow space. My eyes were no longer the crystal blue they had been, no now the contacts colored them a deep brown color.  My once long silvery hair I used to share with my mother now shoulder length and deep red in color. My skin once a creamy smooth coat now a tanned calloused armor. My skin lacked the moisture it had been accustomed to at the palace and now had a slight leather feel to it from the harsh rays of the sun during our training. I was skinnier now but more muscular and that filled me out more in my hips, legs and arms. My stomach was flat but toned. Honestly if it mattered anymore someone might say I look attractive like this, but that is just a forgotten dream at this point. I splashed water on my face and wiped the drops off on a towel, before exiting into the small room I shared with my best friend  who was currently snoring in her twin bed."Silver, bathroom is free." I called out to her in between her loud nose sounds. "Mmm " she responded as she stired from her bed and half asleep stumbled her way into our bathroom.  Running a brush through my hair and pulling it back into a bun I stiffed a yawn. Looking at the red numbers reading five am. Earlier the rise the more training I could fit into my day. I threw on yoga pants and a tank top, laced up my boots and moved over to the bathroom door. " Hey, Silver I'm heading to the kitchen to find food. Catch up with me later, Ok?"  "Mmm, " was her only reply as I left our room.  I settled on a granola bar and a water for breakfast. I decided I would start my day at the shooting range in the basement. The Killer Fox had set up inside of a forgotten building on the edge of Alister where no one had the want or need to travel to anymore. The building was overgrown with vines on the outside and hidden extremely well inside the tree line. We had the place secured up to a five mile radius and knew if a leaf was out of place.  The building reminded me of a old motel. The top floor held all of our security equipment and a spare cot for whoever was on surveillance that night, which usually was Swift  THE surveillance expert. The second floor housed our dorms, it consisted of about twelve rooms with double beds and connected bathrooms.  The ground floor was where our kitchen, dinning room, and den all though the den rarely had anyone  in there. Most of our time was spent training or going out an reconnaissance, Though I have only gone out a handful of times since arriving here. Lastly was our basement which was underground consisted of our shooting range and armory. I had often wondered how we kept our weapons up to date and full of ammo, or our pantry and fridge stocked  but when I had the guts to finally ask the question, The only reply I had received was that my mother had always taken care of her people. Descending  the last few steps into the cool basement  I saw  Kit pulling out her pistol from its holster.  She looked up at me  as I walked over to my own pistol inside the cabinet. "Morning Red." She nodded as she stepped around me taking her position in her stall. Once we both were ready and posted at our stalls we started firing. My first shot went too far left, my next shot went to high. "f**k!" I breathed out getting angry at my lack of accuracy. Two years of this and I still sucked. Next shot hit it's mark, the one after that was spot on, then the next shot went to far left. After emptying my clip I had missed my mark on half the shots I had taken. "You know, you might of missed the mark but the shots would still hit your target." Kit said pulling her target down and looking at it. All of her shots but two hit its mark. Kit wasn't our best marksmen but she was still a very accurate  shot, all of the Foxes were, aside from me of course. I pulled my target down, Kit had been right at least all my shots had hit the body of my target.  " We can't all be good at everything, stick to your strengths and work on your weaknesses." Kit said as her parting words before leaving the basement. I on the other hand loaded another clip and hung a new target. Practice would help me get better, I reassured myself, I had only two years while some of the Foxes had been here most their lives. I would perfect my shot and be able to take down my mothers murder when that time came.  First shot went too far up. Focus I told myself. Next shot hit it's mark, shot after that too far right. It went like this for the next two hours I was at the range, hitting my mark on half my clip and missing the other half, though I did notice a change in how far my bullets were off the mark it didn't matter to me if  I was slowly improving I needed to be perfect. I had to be perfect.