Chapter 1: Exit
"Every exit, is a door leading to somewhere."-unknown
Rain splattered against my face as I walked home, the day was dark and depressing, the kind that would be expected on a funeral, maybe someone has died, who knows. But there was one thing I did know, and that was that this sucked. I was in my famous (F/C) coloured jacket and some black skinny jeans because jeans. It was 8:14PM according to my pocket watch, yes that is right, pocket watch. I must be the only one living who actually even knows what these things are. On the inside of this beautiful (F/C) coloured pocket watch was my family, my Father was still smiling, his big brown beard and hair looked like the perfect set for a loving kind father, my Mother was also smiling, a rear occasion now, especially since Father had died. His name was Brad, and whilst he was alive he was the best father anyone could wish for, he cared for me, loved me and all the other fatherly things, so when some guys were in trouble he came to the rescue, only to die, beaten to death by wooden boards and glass bottles. My mother's name is Monique, and she was also perfect, she was happy and smiling 24/7. And now she is drowning in her sorrows. That is enough of those depressing thoughts, back to how good looking I was. My mother's lovely (H/C) hair colour had passed onto me, and did it look good, her (S/C) had too. However, there was one thing that had always troubled me, my eye colour, no one in my family had the same bright (E/C) that I had, and when I say no-one, I mean NO-ONE. I wonder if I was a-
"HELP ME, PLEASE SOMEBODY" My train of thought was instantly de-railed and exploded into a million different pieces as the scream sounded throughout the block, I turned around and realized that it came from an alleyway that I had passed, I ran as fast as possible, without a second of doubt, I had jumped into the alleyway, ready for a fight, ready to- I stopped when I realized that there was no one there. 'Weird maybe someone was behind that trashcan, further into the alleyway?' I progressed further and further into the alley way until…
"Hello there" I spun around in a heart-beat with fists raised to find a man, he was dressed entirely in black with a black mask over his face and leather gloves. He spoke with a clearly South American accent. "I hope I am not intruding on whatever you are doing, but I need your help." I looked at him then asked
"What with?" I asked with what I hoped would be a strong voice, but came out in a way that showed how scared I was, terrified.
"Oh don't worry, I am sure you can help. In fact, I don't think there could have been a better person to answer this call, ain't that right Earl?" the man asked, then another man seemingly came out of nowhere and grabbed me.
"Oh yeah, you are perfect." Said the man supposedly called "Earl"
"I am sure you will have lots of things that we could use" stated the first man.
"Just take whatever you want, I-I, this never happened!" I basically cried, god I was pathetic.
"Oh don't worry we will. Let's see what we have here" he said as he reached into my pocket on the left side,
"Oooh, a phone. Look Earl, it's one of those new fancy touch screen ones! That's a keeper." He then reached into the other pocket and pulled out my wallet.
"let's see here, library card, trash, skating card, trash, skiing card, trash, mileage card, trash, power card, trash, $5 worth in coins, keeper, oooh a $50 gift voucher, thanks, $320, keeping and a student I.D card, trash but let's read it" he showed me the card and cleared his throat.
"let's see, your name is (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) And you are a 16 years old female going into year 13, wow good job (Y/N), I couldn't do that. " 'At least some one appreciated me, even if it was just some useless mugger' I thought to my self
"This is fun, two pockets and already at least $400, let's see what we have in these one's" He then proceeded to check my outside jacket pocket, he found nothing
"Nothing! There can't be nothing, Earl, take her jacket off!" The guy commanded
"Yes boss" Earl replied, he stripped my jacket off and threw it further into the alleyway, 'my pocket watch was inside the jacket, I hope it is okay.' I thought to myself.
"Hey look shirt pockets" he said as he grabbed for them, he didn't open them though he just felt up the pocket's, which just happened to be in front of my breasts.
"HEY, HANDS OFF BITCH!" I yelled on impulse.
"Oooooh, feisty are we" He otherwise, ignored my burst and reached around and put his hands into my back pockets, and while he was there, gave a quick squeeze.
"EEEP! WHAT DID I JUST SAY" I yelled. He didn't even reply that time, 'maybe these guys aren't just mugger's' I thought to myself 'I have to get out of here'
"Would you like to know something I hate? I FUCKING HATE (F/C) shirts like that and those pants to. Earl, get rid of them!" the guy commanded
"NO!" I yelled, when suddenly I felt a power that I had never felt before, Earl released me. I rapidly responded by elbowing Earl in the face, then turning to face him I kicked his knee inwards, effectively snapping it. I brought my hand around his neck and, surprisingly, lifted him off of the ground. I somehow heard the first guy get up, I responded by dropping Earl and sprinting over to kick him in the face, which landed in his jaw and I was surprised to see a gun slip out of his grip and clatter across the ground. The guy just groaned in agony and slumped onto his face. I picked up the gun and turned around just in time to see Earl draw another pistol. He shot at me and missed. So I returned the shot, it landed right between the eyes, he fell to the ground and didn't move.
"EARL! YOU BITCH" Cried the first guy as he charged at me with a knife, I side stepped but didn't see the fist flying from the left, he hit me on the cheek and the knife came back around, if only I had seen that knife. It plunged itself into my back, I screamed and with one final act of rage, released my furry upon him, I started my fury with a hard right hook to the face, followed by a quick left jab to the gut, he began hunching over, I took advantage of his position and smashed his face with a hard left hook followed by a quick back hand to the face which left him reeling, I quickly kicked him hard which sent him into the wall where I grabbed him with my right hand and forcefully stuck his face to the brick wall. I walked away from the scene of death and destruction, the knife still in my back. I looked around and realised I could see in the night really clearly, I could hear my pocket watch ticking, 'POCKETWATCH!' I thought and tried to run back to my jacket, only to stumble and fall, I was about 20 meters away, 'how far had I wondered?' I internally asked myself, I tried to get up again, but just stumbled forward, 18 meters. I crawled on my hands and knees until the blood loss got the better of me and I kissed the ground, 5 meters. I could feel the blood pouring out of my back as the adrenaline faded, I started to commando crawl towards the jacket, 4 Meters, the stones were scraping against my bare arms, 3 meters. I was sinking lower and lower towards the ground. 3 meters. I could no longer feel my legs and stopped using them, my pants and shirt were being dragged down. 1 meter. My pants finally gave way and was lost from my legs whilst my shirt was ripping to show my bra. But finally I was there, I had made it I started frantically looking for my pocket watch. I reached into my inside pocket of the jacket and pulled out my beloved watch. It was ticking as if nothing happened. I somehow found the strength to stand, which is exactly what I did. I stumbled towards the entrance of the alleyway, 'I need to get home' I told myself 'Number 2 priority is home, number 1 is still pocket watch'. I
I fell towards the ground, I felt my fire be extinguished, my life smothered as I died, right there on the sidewalk. My eyes flickered for the last time as life left me. In my left hand was my pocket watch, which had oddly enough, stopped ticking, just like I had. I felt something though, I felt happiness, sadness, anger, forgiveness and many other feelings that a dead person shouldn't have, and did I mention I was dead? Well, I couldn't be anymore dead that I currently was. So how was I feeling? I didn't understand. Too add to my confusion I could feel my soul being lifted up, 'have I been good enough to go to heaven?' I wondered. For better or for worse, I couldn't exactly change this course of action that was unfolding before my spirit like eyes.
I opened my eyes and was greeted with a horrifying site, a horrible beast, completely black with red glowing eyes and massive teeth, all wrapped up in a wolf-like form. I stared at the creature, as it stared at me, with its bloody red eyes. Suddenly it roared, and ear splitting roar!
"Well shit" was all I could say before it lunged.
A/N Hello Hello! And welcome to my first fanfiction! I thank you for stopping by! I just randomly decided to do this for whatever reason but hey! Here I am! Review, Comment, hate if you have to but just be nice to each other, no fighting! Love you all and until next time, PEACE!