• tab The sound was conspicuous. The hall was dark and had a freezing cold atmosphere. The screeching of metal-on-metal emanated from her position, as she exposed a red-handled black katana from its cast-iron cradle. A light turned on above her, exposing her tight, white jumpsuit.
    tab She muttered, cursing and closing her eyes, wanting to disappear completely at the moment. She dropped the katana back into its holder, producing an obvious clank! After a second of swift meditation, she dashed and soldiered on to the end of the tunnel.
    tab It was dark for the rest of the tunnel, but when she heard a creaking sound behind her, she gasped silently; her breath could've been visible in the frosty air. She froze and gripped her sword with greater intensity, palms sweating with anticipation, ready to destroy the intruder in one fell swoop.
    tab But she was the intruder. She didn't belong here, and she wasn't alone...


    AUTHOR'S NOTE:
    tab Phew, at least she had deodorant on. Then this intro wouldn't have been so bad... sweatdrop