MirrorWorld

A soft wind caressing the sidewalk. Close-up on a boot crushing the sparking butt of a cigarette. A pale emotionless red eyed face in the dark. She smells the breeze, eyes closed, hand opened to receive subtle information carried in the air and invisible to most humans. The red eyes are now glowing like laser beams. Her eyes open, they're deep, full of life, mixture of joy and determination. She's reminding a predator on the hunt, as silent as a feline, all the cells of her being focused on her prey. A sliver flickering of light is suddenly blurring the pale emotionless face. She jumps.

People in the street, Lolita’s with lollipops, fashionable late teenagers with open shirts and just a little too much muscles, businessmen with specks and suitcases, respectable ladies over perfumed with luxury, an old man with a pet studying the content of a lingerie shop, boys with the latest toy, little girls full of colorful make-up. They didn't see anything, just barely felt some wind.

Hitting a wall with her feet, she launches herself across the street, flipping on herself in a sudden slow motion shot reminding some sci-fi movies - Stretched body on blurred background, tight military pants, sleeveless top, tattooed arm, a sun stone around her neck - she's grabbing a rod purposely put there for her stunt, flipping around it and using it to launch herself in the air again.

Too close from her, a man in white with an old fashion gangster's hat starts running. He's damned fast. No gun but a simple knife in his right hand. A red lighting is thrown from his eyes, hitting the wall where she just was. Burning a hole, melting stone. The crowd around them seems motionless, they are not in the same space-time continuum.

The typical backstreet, full of darkness and shit. There's a bike, curved lines, latest technology. In one jump she's on it. Her curves are perfectly matching the bike making them looking like one. The albino is showing is ass. The engine starts.

Like in an old duel scene, they're starring at each other then both close their eyes. One second or one minute, time has stopped leaving only some nice cameras movements emphasizing the moment to the extreme. The bike starts full speed, leaving behind a trail of smoke elegantly caught in the late afternoon’s scattered sunrays.

The bike looks like it’s dancing through the middle of the red laser beams, avoiding every one of them. It seems that the albino is deliberately trying to avoid her, waiting for the last moment to strike. Now she's close, almost on him. He's jumping adopting a fighting pose. Contact.

She's hitting him on the solar plexus, simultaneously the blade is caressing the golden skin. The albino's face becomes hideous under the pain. She's biting her lips. Time is accelerating, he's hitting the ground violently, the knife is leaving his hand. The bike bend on the side, Jezz is giving a violent acceleration. Dodging the cars in the most aesthetic possible way, she disappears far away.