Ok here's the thing. I lost my thumbdrive that had ALL my stories on it. Im still looking for it but for now, you'll have to wait. Anyway, I'm jumping on the Avengers bandwagon before the movie comes out on DVD and no one will read these.
Yes I know it's short but it's only a prologue. The second chapter is being typed as you read this :D
I don't own Marvel.
~Prologue~
You know how they say no one knows you are crying in the rain? They're wrong because there's always one person who knows; you.
After the tears dripped off my cheeks, it was impossible to discern them from raindrops. My grungy stolen sweatshirt weighed a lot more than it did an hour ago. It clung to my haggard figure.
Lighting flared across the sky and illuminated my gaunt face. Sunken eyes were cast down at the loose rocks on the side of the road.
I had been on the run for a week. I wish I had stolen a map from that small store. I had no clue where I was. I had never been to India before, so my sense of direction was gone.
I was so hungry. I had forced myself to eat the rest of the small amount of produce I had stolen from a farm. I had been doing a lot of stealing lately; of clothing, of food, of lives.
Before I could sink back into my self-loathing, a langur monkey leaped across my path. The sight of the warm-blooded animal drove me to my knees.
I was on all fours, my spine tensing and jerking. I clenched fistfuls of mud and screamed in agony as my gums radiated pain. Through the haze of red that fogged my mind, I felt my canines elongate and push other teeth aside to make room.
The monkey had stopped and pounded its fists, shrieking at me. Without warning, the pain stopped and was replaced with aggravation. Snarling, I looked up so fast, I cricked my neck, but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was feed.
The monkeys' screeching was cut short as I grabbed and wrung its neck. Not even waiting a heartbeat, I sunk my fangs into its chest and feasted on its blood until it was sucked dry.