Bad4yourbrain

She was the type of girl that just called out for attention. Not because she was considered quite pretty to the man's eye, but because she had a deep scar running along her cheekbone. Not thick but jagged, rolling along her face like a signature. And the man who gave her that scar was still at large, always following her in an endless pursuit of cat and mouse. But finally it was her turn to be the cat. The hunted had become the hunter. And now, close to her destination, she walked the lonely streets of the town, duffle bag slung over her thin but well toned arm. And though it was hard to tell she was a woman, pert breasts did peek out from un