So. I will go ahead and apologize if no one likes this. It is merely for me to not be so bored and to have some form of creative thoughts escaping my head.
However, I do hope for some readers to feel fit to inform me on how I can better my style. This is just a pilot chapter. If it gets good reviews. I will continue the story.
Anyway. Let's begin.
Clattering came from a messy house kitchen, followed shortly by grumbles and curse words that most people hadn't thought of yet. The source of this lovely noise was a female, about 5'3 who had dark red hair which was mussed up from the stress of cleaning. She wore loose cargo pants that were dark blue in color and a tight grey tank top. Her upper arms and upper back were adorned with tattoos of star signs, tribal symbols, pagan ritual symbols, and an out of place wolf on her right shoulder blade.
Due to the effort she was putting in to clean she didn't hear the soft pattering of feet on the hardwood floor as she put yet more dishes into the dishwasher. She put the last dish into the washer of dishes before quickly turning around in time to see a blur of black and green tackle her and lift her off the ground.
"Heeyyy! Ansay Senpai!!!" A gravely voice yelled with energy only a teenager could muster. He was a rather large boy, standing at six feet tall and three inches. He had short and messy black hair with a green Mohawk pattern down the center. Paying attention to his features would show silver eyes with a blue hue to them. Along with a scar, light though it may be, going down his right eye to the jaw line just below. He had a hint of black stubble on his chin, which held a scar that lay horizontally. His shirt was loose but despite that you could see the muscle that was built just beneath the thin fabric. His thigh muscles held his jeans in place, despite him being relaxed. He was a rather hulking teenager.
"Hi Conner." She patted his head softly as he sat her down, him leaning over her barely to look all around the kitchen. With a soft sigh, the girl walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Goldschlager. With a swift movement she opened it and poured half its contents down her esophagus. "What can I help you with little brother?" This named earned her a grin that showed perfectly white teeth, some appearing to have sharp edges on them.
"Well. Artsy sent me over here. She said there was an emergency. She was freaking out a bit. Her parents are out of town. She said that was a good thing." Ansay nodded slowly and put on her steel toed boots, which appeared like regular tennis shoes. The next thing she grabbed was a black plaid over shirt. As she walked to the front door, she grabbed things off shelves; her phone, wallet, knife, gun (which went into a hidden holster on her side.) After grabbing these items she grabbed her keys last, let Conner out, and followed swiftly behind him after closing and locking her door. She wasn't going to take her car since she had just gulped half a goldschlager and didn't want to put her baby brother in harms way.
They walked side by side down a dirt road, walking about the same pace and soon arriving at a gravel driveway that was about a 15 minute walk away.
She could already hear clattering coming from inside of the house and she wasn't even at the door yet. Letting out a sigh, the maroon haired woman walked to the door, not bothering to knock, she walked in. Within seconds she ducked as a throwing knife flew past her head, almost hitting Conner in the chest.
"Hey!! What the hell!!?" The young boy yelled before running into the house, his eyes showed anger that he hid fairly well underneath his calm demeanor. As swiftly as the knife had been thrown, appeared a man with many piercings. He appeared behind Conner, a kunai in hand and aimed at the boys neck. His arm came down in a swift motion and nearly hit before a loud ringing sound could be heard from near Ansay, she holstered her gun and slowly walked towards the man. "Mind telling me why the hell you just tried that bullshit?" Her voice was low for a females, filled with a menacing anger that no one could even think of messing with.
On closer inspection she noticed his ringed eyes, obviously all the piercings, messy yet spiky orange hair and that he wore loose black pants and a tight grey Tshirt.
"Well! I asked you a question!" She glared and got closer, pulling Conner behind her and standing between them.