This is my first story, it will eventually lead to her meeting the KHR characters, but until then you'll have to bear with me. Thank you~
Chapter 1
Things Go Very, Very Wrong
Selena Rogers is a high society socialite, her father worked for the government and her mother was his assistant. Selena lived a happy life in Chicago. Her mother and father loved her and could afford to help her through college. However, tragedy struck when her father died mysteriously, leaving nothing but his fortune and a letter. The contents of the letter have yet to be released because they are using it as evidence in her fathers death. Little did his family know, that they would never be able to read it.
Selena and her mother were both grief stricken. They both wanted to know why a perfectly healthy man would suddenly die. They waited in the Regional Hospital for a doctor's synopsis on what had caused the death. The hospital's waiting room was boring, with white walls and a dull black floor. The double doors at one end squeaked whenever someone walked through them and the long hallways echoed endlessly. Selena's eyes drooped from weariness. It had been meeting after meeting, and then waiting for hours at a time. First the police had wanted some information, and then the funeral home had needed general paperwork filled out and now they were waiting in a dreary hospital for answers about her father's death.
Selena turned to her mother, who had been really quiet since his death, and sadly put an arm around her slumped shoulders. She gave a start and turned to face Selena. Her soft brown eyes were shot with red and her blonde hair was ragged and greasy. Selena's mother whispered in her ear, "You know, he warned me that he might die. But I didn't bother to listen to him. I mean who would believe him, right?"
"Mother, it's alright. There's no way to tell when someone is going to die," Selena tried everything to comfort her sobbing mother, when the doctor came hurrying down the hall towards them. The doctor was a squat, middle-aged, balding man that was almost to curious for his own good. He had pasty skin and dark circles under his already droopy eyes.
He stopped in front of them panting slightly, "You have... to read... this." He shoved a clipboard in Selena's hand and waited expectantly. Selena read the report quickly, taking in every little detail that she understood and frowned. "But what does this mean, it doesn't make sense," she said looking up at the doctor.
"Well it means that he didn't die by natural causes, someone murdered him," he explained patiently, "But it was almost undetectable. Without the new machines that we got recently, we would never have found out. Do you think that he offended someone?"
"Well, what does that mean?" she asked while her mother's sobs increased loudly.
"I think you know what it means. He was part of the government, they always seem to be stepping on toes," the doctor answered grimly.
"What? Are you suggesting that my father was involved with criminals?" she shouted, making the balding man cower.
"N-No, I'm just saying that he didn't have a ch-chance," the doctor stuttered faintly.
"That's not fair, everyone should have a chance to live. No one had the right to take my father," Selena raged, she turned to her mother and said, "We're getting out of here."
"Wait. Selena." Ignoring her mother's protests Selena hurried her out of the hospital and into their car.
When they reached the apartment flat Selena slumped down on the leather sofa and turned on the plasma screen TV. "In later news, police are still investigating the death of millionaire senator Chuck Rogers,the noted scientist and public speaker, who died mysteriously Monday morning. We will all mourn his death..." Selena switched the TV off again.
"Great now everyone knows what happened. Mother do you want me to pick up some takeout," she yelled into the next room.
"If you wish dear, just be careful," came her mother's soft voice.
"Alright, and in the meantime you should take a shower. I don't want you to get some kind of disease because you're not taking care of yourself," Selena said, walking out the door. She turned the key in the lock and hurried down the hall to the elevator. Pulling her overcoat closer and tipping her hat so that no one could see her face. Her long chocolate brown hair fell down to the middle of her back and she kept the hat low so that her cranberry-colored eyes could just peak out and see where she was going.
The restaurant was on the corner next to the apartment complex, the streets were empty and the moon shone bright light down into the street. Selena glanced around nervously, a sense of foreboding sneaking its way into her conscience as she headed towards the neon lights of the Chinese restaurant. The shadows seemed to loom in wayward directions, jumping off street lamps and garbage cans. Selena reached the door and swiftly went inside without looking back.
Selena slipped out into the night again after getting enough for her and her mother to eat. It was colder than she remembered and she hastened towards the complex. A parked van was at the side of the road, stalling. She passed by without a second thought and was suddenly jerked sideways and roughly thrown into the van. Car doors slammed and it sped away, the man who had pulled her inside wrapped her wrists tightly with a ziptie. Then she was blindfolded. She could only hear the ragged breathing of the people in the van, the sounds of the car, and distant barking. Selena was trembling with fright, she had never been more terrified in her life. The van never stopped for long, always turning or swaying. On a particularly hard turn she could not stifle a scream, the one holding her jammed a cloth into her mouth, gagging her. She could do nothing but struggle quietly until they reached their destination, wherever that was.