Hello, everyone—It's been a while since I last posted anything, I know, but I think this one has some potential. I'm thinking about making a multi-chapter piece, something I haven't attempted in years, but I don't know if I have the ability to keep with something for more than a few updates… ;_;;
If you like this prologue, please drop me a line (read: Review), and if you feel as if it's over done feel free to let me know. Any suggestions would be great, as well. Thanks for reading,
Dana
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She grimaced, setting her mug down with a soft tap onto the counter top. Her throat was raw, probably from spending so much time outside in the rain the other day.
But she couldn't help it; her apartment was in a bad area, and there was always trouble at the worst possible times. Why couldn't people cause problems on a nice spring night? Why did it always have to be when the weather couldn't possibly get worse?
She tried to sigh, but it came out ragged—she was tired and sick and all she wanted was to go to bed…but she couldn't. She needed to find a job, and her past attempts had been… fruitless, at best… Laughable at worst.
She figured it couldn't be helped, though, all things considered. Her looks stood out, and during this tumultuous time, with so many metas being subjugated to public scrutiny, no one was willing to hire someone who didn't look obviously human. She opened the paper that had been neatly folded next to her cup, skimming the help wanted section, before closing it once more. No use rehashing the same ads again; she'd pick up the new paper in the morning, and start over… And maybe buy some cold medicine, if she could afford it.
A loud bang could be heard from the street, and she rubbed the bridge of her nose, wondering what had happened this time, and if she'd have to interfere for the third time this week. The cursing from outside her window told her yes, and she stood up, drawing the hood to her sweatshirt up over her face before walking out the door, her thoughts straying to the question that had been plaguing her for months—'Where are the police?'