Chapter 1: The Lost Runaway.
I had awoken shortly after that memory. Not long ago did that happen. Sadly, it was the most freedom I had felt in a long time that night. I had been gone, running away for what seemed like days. There were so many streets throughout this place it was like a maze trying to figure it out. when I thought I knew where I was going, I'd end up in an entirely new place. It was honestly endless.
As I stood up, pushing my brown hair away from my porcelain skin. Dainty freckles covered my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I pushed my hair letting it rest on my back while I pulled the big hood up over my head. It helped me hide my face from knowing eyes so that I wouldn't be called in. The cloak was a crimson red color, something I really liked, it kept me warm whenever I was walking or resting the little I did. When tired I didn't pay attention as much as I should, this made things more difficult in these sanctions of the city. I was hungry and needed to find some type of sustenance for my growling tummy.
I walk to the end of my nook that rested between two worn down buildings. Looking back at the cover I had there, I turn away hesitantly and head toward the lights that flickered in the night. Stopping beneath a street lamp I begin to get my bearings again.
I relax and look down at my gloved hands. The leather had worn down from use but they still were my favorite. They reached up to my elbow and had buckles along the wrist and up towards my forearm. On the hands there were pieces of thicker leather and had small clasps across my hands. For me they were one of the coolest things I owned. I put my hands down and look to the moon, it was sitting northwest meaning I would be walking in the opposite direction.
A small bag was clasped around my waist and rested on the outside of my right leg. The leather belts held it on around my leg and waist so it wasn't going anywhere. It would be difficult for anyone to steal espically when the cloak covered most of it. On my left leg I held a small obsidian blade that my parents had left for me when I was older. It never left my side. I felt safe having it with me at all times.
Soon I couldn't shake off this feeling of being watched. This was confirmed when I began hearing soft footsteps behind me. I quicken my pace, turning my head to look behind. A figure was walking a bit further back but seemed to be following me. I wasn't paying attention causing me to hit into something hard and big. Catching myself before falling from the impact I shake it off before looking at what stood there.
"Well hello there pretty lady, we haven't seen such a delicate beauty around these parts in a while. you truly are something special."
He speaks as he bends over, trying to brush his hard hand against my face. Taking my hand i push him away.
" Dont touch me I don't have time for the likeness of you." Glaring at the man trying to hold my ground.
A frown crosses his face resting his hands on his hips.
"Well Missy I can't do that ya see, these folks here have been rather bored and need some distraction if I may say. And you my dear are the perfect distraction."
reaching down for my knife, I feel the cold handle in my hand. Narrowing my eyes I easily hold it to the throat of one who was eyeing me up. He pauses for a moment before laughing.
My composure was beginning to slip, my breathing heavy without help from the cold winds. Snow began to fall quicker now. As one tries to reach out and grab me I see the figure move followed by a knife entering flesh. In front of me the one gasps before falling in a heap to the ground. Through the snow I see a person come in to view.
The person wore a grey jacket. His hair flew loosely around his head and a mask covered most of his face but his eyes, they were an abnormally bright green. He wore black trousers and a red ascot. Glaring at the people around us, some back off but one decides to lunge at me.
I stand there in awe, 3 bodies lay around me, one dead, one unconscious and one moaning in agony. The masked man walks to the one with the broken arm and uses his knee to push his head up. Picking the man up he throws him into an already cracking wall.
"Your coming with me," he says. His voice sounded like it had been changed so he wouldn't let his real voice be heard. He begins walking me from the way I had come. I struggle a bit to get my arm from his grip and I growl
" I am not a child you didn't need to treat me like one. I could've handled that situation." The man looks at me them shakes his head.
"Really because to me it looked like you were a deer in headlights unable to move, who knows what could've happened to you if I hadn't stepped in?" He says before returning his head to look forward. I glare at him and think "well aren't you just a cocky prick". I make a humph sound and return my head back to face in front of me. I began looking around at the man.
"Where are we this place looks like trash." I say, the man looks towards me.
"This is sanction 25, one of the harder parts of the city. How In gods name did a girl like you end up in a place like this?" I turn to look at him suddenly.
"What the hell are you implying by saying a girl like me?" I question him and turn to look at him, my arms crossed against my chest. He looks at me quickly.
"What I'm implying is this. Look at yourself. Delicate skin, practically skin and bone. How did you end up in one of the roughest sanctions, it's not a place for people like you." He says as he pushes me along. I push him away from me and glare. "I'm not as delicate as you think I am. Besides I got lost in my thoughts and somehow ended up here. I don't know how but I did."
The man shakes his head.
"Well be more careful then, you seemingly don't have the understanding of this place. You can get yourself killed easily walking in at the wrong time with the wrong crowds. Just watch yourself princess." He says. I look at him questionable.
"Alright then answer me this why were you there then if it's such a dangerous place?" The man chuckles. "Easy..I was on a business meeting." I look at him for a moment then begin to laugh.
"You? A business meeting? Really? Haha yea like I believe that one." I say looking at his brooding figure. He stops and turns to me and looks stern.
"You need to learn not to judge someone by how they look, that could get you in a lot of trouble one day." I look at him oddly and chuckle.
"Alright dad you keep telling yourself that." I laugh as we begin to walk. I hadn't noticed it we were already back to a place I knew. Lights came on and the wind had settled and we stood on a street corner.
'I am not your father nor will I ever be" I look at him dumbfounded
"Ok bro take a joke" I say looking at him. He just gazes over my head. He looks down at me.
"You should get someplace safe for the night, there's all sorts of creeps out here right now." He says as he begins moving me in the opposite direction from where I came. He had a hold on me but I squirmed free.
"Okay look I appreciate you helping me but I don't need a babysitter I'm not 9 any- he stops me and says shhhh then begins moving me again. I look at him a little annoyed but before I push again he looks at me
"Look behind, do you wanna die or survive another night." Confused I glance behind us my hood covering part of my vision. From behind I could see three guards standing about two blocks away. They hadn't noticed us yet which was good because your not supposed to be out past 10. I turn back and quicken my pace letting the man move me along. We quickly duck behind a big tree then move towards a dark path and hide for a moment. We hear the guards say something then begin running towards where we were. The man Made me duck as he leaned over me and told me to be quiet, this time I agreed. We stopped to listen as the 3 guards run up the sidewalk,
"I saw something over there let's go see what it is. They say walking up the sidewalk. We duck deeper Into the dark. My heart began to beat faster. I couldn't be caught not now. Soon the guards were practically in front of us. I covered my mouth as they stood there. The one speaks
"I I swear I saw someone over here"
The second one grumbles
"Carl get your shit together there's no use right now it's a dead end, let's just get outta here and call it a night, I can't feel my toes right now.
"But sir we have orders"
"Fuck orders I'm going home to bed its 3 in the damn morning theres no use. Good night. "
The one named Carl slumps his shoulders.
"Alright whatever you say sir" then they leave making their footsteps just become a far away sound.
I release myself and land on the floor. I was getting exhausted. The man looks at me.
"Ok your coming with me tonight. Were close anyway to a safe zone. Follow me." At this point I was too tired to argue so I followed. Soon we came to a building and he went up the stairs.
"There are people in here that will help. Get some rest and wash up if need be. I must go now. " I look at him and ask him a quick question.
"Yes?" He looks at me
I look at him.
"May I get your name please you never told me it.'
He looks at me then the door.
"Just call me C" he says.
I look at him confused but I give a slight nod.
He opens the door. I look at it and feel the warmth from inside. I look to go thank him but once I turned he was nowhere in sight. I stand in awe and have at the now empty place where he had stood just moments ago. I didn't realize until I felt someone touch my shoulder and caused me to jump. I spin around quickly to see an older woman standing in the doorway. She looks at me
"Oh well hello there darling do you want to step inside. You hair is frozen and covered in snow and I can barely see you. You must be freezing. Poor thing, here let's get you warmed up. I simply nod and let her take my hand. She was very gentle with her touch. I followed her inside as the door closed I looked back out into the bitter winter night just to try and get a glance of the masked man that saved my life.
...a shadow stands off in the distance watching the door close. His scarf blowing in the wind. He watches the girl be taken in before turning disappearing into the dark of the night....