Chapter 1
On a cold morning in November, a car laid in a ditch not four miles from a hospital. The driver, a woman in her early thirties, tall, mocha skin, coal black hair and green eyes lay dying. Her name was Rosalyn Rodriguez Muñoz aka Vixen Clearwater. She suffered from severe internal injuries that included a punctured lung and shattered ribs. Her spine broken from the impact left her paralyzed from the waist down. However despite the pain, all she could think about was the small infant in the back of the car. The child was small, even by baby standards. The baby was wrapped up in a thick, plush, pink blanket. The baby girl had two gashes on her face, over her left eye. As the baby cried, red and blue lights began flashing in the night as an ambulance and several police cars arrived. Unfortunately it was too late. At least, it was for Vixen.
Thirteen Years Later
4:30 AM: May 5, 2013, 31 Marlow Hill, High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, England, UK. A young girl with mouse brown hair slams on her alarm clock, frustration, annoyance and exhaustion all felt at once. Her eyes, blue as sapphires, opened ever so slightly, crust still on her lashed as she he raised her head slowly from her pillow and looked out her window; the sun has not even risen yet. She groans and gets out of bed to get ready for the day. Walking to her closet, she picks out a simple black and white shirt, with 3/4 length sleeves, and black trim. She also picks out a pair of blue, boot cut jeans with frayed edges and a patchwork of stitches. After changing, she combs her hair and brushes her teeth in the small bathroom next to her room. She then goes downstairs and prepares a simple breakfast: two slices of bread with grape jelly and butter, no, not peanut butter, just butter. By this time it's 5:15. She's running late.
The girl darts out the door but still remembers to lock it, before hopping onto her red bike with black tribal markings, black stainless steel trim and a large seat with brown leather saddlebags on each side. It was a custom made bike, and one of her most prized possessions. Strapping on her helmet, knee and elbow pads, the girl sped off down the massive steep hill to downtown High Wycombe. There she stopped outside a small convenience store and knocked on the door. Inside an elderly man walked over and opened the door, " You're late, Dani." The man said chuckling while looking at his watch. "Yeah sorry Mr. Turner, got up late." The young girl, Dani, sighed as she took off her helmet. Dani's full name was Danielle Kaylah Robertson. She had two bright blue eyes, mouse brown hair, and was very fit. "How many papers need to be delivered today?" Dani looked up to Mr. Turner, waiting for a reply. "50, think you can handle it? Oh and don't come in tomorrow, I'll be closed. Need to go to a doctors appointment." Mr. Turner answered handing Dani a stack of newspapers. Dani placed them into her saddlebags, 25 papers each. "Okay, Hope everything's alright." Dani put her helmet back on and mounted her bike while looking back at Mr. Turner. "I hope so too, now go deliver them papers." Mr. Turner said waiving his hand as if shooing a dog or fly. "Yes, sir. Say 'Hi' to Mrs. Turner for me!" And with that, Dani was off.
8:15 AM. Dani finished her route and began her ride home before noticing that she had forgotten to pick up some fresh bread for the family. She turned around and headed to the bakery and picked up some fresh bread. As she prepared to make her way back she heard the sounds of a fire engine. She followed the engine but when she reached the hill, she prayed that it would not turn left. To her relief the truck kept going straight. Breathing a sigh of a relief, Dani started up the hill.
Dani has an intense fear of fires because when she was younger a small fire broke out in a friend's kitchen and she got burned, badly. She and her friend tried to cook some eggs and bacon, but they used too much oil and didn't watch it closely. The oil splashed and hit Dani in the arm causing her to jerk her hand away and burn it when it passed over an open flame. The fire spread and grew until Her friend's mother came out and stopped the flame from spreading but the damage was done. Dani never went near the stove since, even lighting a candle was stressful for her. A few moments past before Dani went about her day and went home, she needed to get ready for class.
"Hey. I'm home!" Dani yelled as she entered the house and turned to the kitchen. "Hey Felix." A fat tomcat looked up from the bowl one the floor and seemed to chirp in response. Dani gave the cat a scratch on the rump before picking him up and dropped him outside. "Hey, anyone up yet?" Dani began to worry. She didn't hear the shower going, nor did she hear any alarms. Dani's two scars over her left eye began to sting, something that often happened whenever she felt something was wrong; the scars were right about sixty percent of the time. "Anna! Casey! Tom! ...Hank! Anyone!" Dani yelled but after receiving no response, she walked up the stairs and began to sneak around the second floor. First was Hank and Tom's room, inside the beds were messy, as usual, but their bags were still on the floor next to the closet. In the next room Dani saw Casey's bag there too. It was almost 9 o'clock; everyone would be awake and ready for the bus. Dani began to panic. "If this is a damned joke, it ain't funny! Anna!" Dani rushed into the master bedroom and saw a site she will never forget.
