This is my first fan fiction since I was about ten, and you can probably guess what a disaster that was. I'm not sure whether I'll go furtherer with this or not, but I'm seriously considering it. All reviews are welcome, flames regardless. I enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading it.
The plot bunnies called, and I answered.
Disclamer: I own nothing though I wish I did, blah blah blah.
Falling.
She was falling.
The wind whipped at her hair, pulled at her cloak. She vaguely wondered why she was falling, but the thought was quickly pushed out of her mind.
She was enjoying herself. Nothing mattered.
Then, out of the darkness, something shifted, something formed. It looked like rippling water for a second, but it slowly turned blood red. Four eyes started to form. A horrible, twisted mouth after that. A clawed hand reached out for her…
Raven woke with a start. Her breathing was hard, uncontrolled. She got up and padded to her bathroom.
As she splashed her face with cool water, she didn't turn on the light. She didn't want to. The darkness was comforting. It was familiar. She looked up at her dark reflection. She saw the water dripping off her chin. The mark of scath on her forehead glowed faintly. She toweled off her face.
She went to the kitchen for some tea. While she waited for the water to boil, she mulled over her dream. She had had it many times before. It was always the same. She was falling, and then Trigon materialized and tried to grab her. The meaning was obvious. She looked down, and sure enough, the markings on her body were faintly glowing. She sighed heavily, and the teapot started to whistle. She quickly summoned and quieted it.
As she sipped her tea, Raven decided to go for a walk. She checked the time.
"2:37," she murmured under her breath. She finished off her tea, and headed up to her room to change. She threw on a loose pair of jeans, and a baggy sweatshirt over her leotard.
Raven walked around the downtown area of the city. Usually it was bright and alive, but now it seemed dead. There was no moon out, so not even shadows haunted the streets.
Here and there, she saw the occasional sleeping bum, the occasional twenty four-hour fast food place. She walked slowly past them all, barley taking any of it in. She pondered her dream. Why did she keep on having it? Was Trigon sending her the dreams, as a way to intimidate her? Was it just her own fears?
Without warning, Raven was thrust into a vision.
All around her, she smelled the putrid, coppery scent of blood. Her ankles felt wet. Looking down, she saw that there was blood and gore pooled around her. She yelled and jumped. She stumbled backwards, and took in the scenery.
The sky was blood-red. All around her, the ruins of buildings scattered the horizon. She heard distant screaming, the sound of something exploding. Death was all around her. The bodies of people surrounded her, their blood all pooling together. She backed up, feeling warm vomit rise up her throat.
Suddenly, she felt something squishy against her back. She stumbled forward, and fell onto her knees. She splashed around in the blood and gore, her fear blinding her. She turned around; saw the person smashed up against the wall whose pool of blood she was in-
It was all over in a heartbeat. Raven ran into the nearest alley and vomited violently. When she was done, and catching her breath, she heard someone come up behind her.
She spun around, half expecting to see corpses littered around her. It was, instead, the outline of a slim girl.
The girl thrust out her hand unexpectedly. "Here. I heard you, um, puking so I brought some napkins from," she moved her head of the restaurant across the street "there."
Raven stared at her hand, and reluctantly but gratefully took the napkins.
"Thank you." She muttered. She balled up the napkins and threw them off to the side once she was done with them. Her head was spinning from the force of the vision. She could still smell the putrid air…
Raven turned around and started to dry-heave. The girl said something, but she didn't hear it.
"What…" Raven said weakly.
"You want some water or something?"
"Yeah… sure…" Raven said, and groaned.
She didn't like people doing favors for her, especially people she had just met five minutes ago. She crawled up against the wall, and watched the girl come back from the restaurant across the street, her hand holding a cup of water. Raven saw the girl was wearing a hood, and she thought she caught a glimpse of pink.
She shook her head as the girl came back. She needed something to distract her. All the blood…
"Here ya' go." The girl said, her voice cheery.
Raven held out her hand. "Thank you."
The girl sat down next to her. Raven took a sip of water.
"So, what is someone doing puking in an alley at three O'clock in the morning?"
"I was taking a walk."
"Some walk that must've been."
Raven smirked. Conversation was good. Anything was, to keep her from thinking…
"Bad sushi." She said.
"Yeah…" The girl said skeptically. Raven could hear her rolling her eyes. She took another sip of the water.
"So what is a good Samaritan doing wandering around an alley at three O'clock?"
The girl laughed.
"I was taking a walk."
"Funny walk that must've been."
Raven could feel herself loosening up with this girl. It probably wasn't a good idea, but Raven needed the conversation.
"So why's your forehead glowing?" The girl asked with a casual air.
Raven's eyes widened slightly. "It's nothing" she said, equally casual. "Just some glow-in-the-dark paint."
The girl smirked. "So I guess you're comin' back from a wild party where you got drunk and your friends painted on you with glow-in-the-dark paint and then left you to walk home by yourself, where you came to a dark alley and started to puke your guts out. Oh yeah, and they were passing out bad sushi."
"Yeah, something like that." Raven said. She liked this girl, but she felt like she knew her from somewhere. Her voice was familiar… and that pink… Her exhausted mind struggled to put the pieces together.
"What's your name?" She inquired.
"Can't tell you."
"What, you some sort of secret spy? Oh, lemme guess, you were coming back from a recon mission when you spotted me and decided to help me to lure the bad guys away."
"Yup!" the girl said enthusiastically. "I killed like, forty people, and I was changing my bloody clothes when I ran into you!"
Raven groaned.
The girl realized what she had said.
"Um, let's change the subject." She said. Raven looked at her. She seemed to be concentrating deeply. All of a sudden, her head snapped up. She looked directly into her eyes, which were a bright tinge of pink…
"Well, you have pretty eyes." The girl said. She took a second to look Raven over. "And a pretty face. A pretty body too, I guess under that baggy sweater."
Raven was slightly surprised, both from the girl's comments and from her eyes.
Finally, she regained her footing. "Are you hitting on me?"
The girl threw herself in mock surprise and slapped her hand across her chest. "Me? Never!" she said with an exaggerated gasp. Raven suppressed a grin.
She started to get up. "Well, it's been nice. And remember Ravy: In the real world as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems. Seeya."
A dumbfounded Raven was left to wonder what the hell had just gone on.
She stared blankly at the wall opposite hers for a while. After a few shot moments, she whispered a name under her breath.
"Jinx."
She got up, and started to walk, all thoughts of her imposing destiny momentarily pushed from her mind.