ok to anyone brave enough to read this, be warned this is my first fanfiction, and im not sure just how good it is...
please review it so i can at least know whether its worch continuing it or not, thank you
- Kitty
Twisted Road
Chapter One: The Healing Process
There were monsters everywhere, they seemed to tower over her, and they all wanted something from her. One tried to grab her, and she ran.
Everything turned messy and confusing; she saw a glint of teeth before she escaped that, then a mass of fur and claws, causing her to run faster, not fast enough.
She felt the rip of talons against her skin and the beating of air from strong wings.
She fell to the ground just in time to feel her consciousness being ripped away by some outside force.
I woke up, with the knowledge that I'd fallen asleep at the local park. I was lying on the grass under a tree, probably looking like a hobo. I sat up and hugged my knees in thought.
I always seemed to wake up at that part, and for some reason I was happy about it. There was something that happened after that that my subconscious didn't want me to remember.
Thierry had sent me on a mission to see what a few key members of the Nightworld council were up to. They liked using me for undercover missions; I tended to have ways of getting past security and getting my hands on classified information, if you know what I mean. I could be considered pretty too, but not pretty enough to make a very lasting impression. I had medium length chocolate brown hair, a creamy-latte complexion, eyes the colour of a faded forest, and a button nose. My figure was generally average, I was five-foot four, my legs were of medium length, I had a flat belly, and a chest that could happily fill the clothing I chose to wear.
I'd been posing as a kitchen hand for a few months in Maya's mansion, I'd found the news that she had a lead on Thierry's Soulmate, I passed this on to him, and then I'd been found out, not that I knew that at the time. Maya had planned a trap for me and I'd fallen into it. I think she had intended to kill me, and she would probably have succeeded if she had been there, but instead I'd been locked in a room with some of her most trusted hit men. By all rights I should have been killed then and there, but instead I awoke on the street two weeks later, with no idea where I had been for that time.
I'd managed to get a hold of Thierry, and tell him what I knew had happened. He told me that it would probably be best if I didn't do any more missions for a while and that he could put me in a safe house near where I was until I could get my own place.
Translation: I was no longer any use for Circle Daybreak, I'd become a liability.
So I'd been staying in the safe house for about three weeks, and I'd just gotten a job working at a cheapo store for next to nothing an hour.
I sighed, and looked around the park. It was a nice place, kind of like the centre of a compass for different aspects of the world, if you took a five minute walk east you would be at the beach, and if you took a ten minute walk west you would be in a small forest reserve, if you walked for 5 minutes south you would be at the car park and then the road, and if you walked north for a bit there would be large mansion houses.
The park itself was a calm place with very few people in it, considering the size of the park not many people would mean about ten or fifteen people, it had a set of swings and playing equipment for children off to the side, and a path for people to walk on circling it, there was a small barbeque area that looked as if it hadn't been used for a long time, and off near the trees where normal people wouldn't notice there was a stash of used syringes and old home-made bongs.
I looked at the time, it was already 5:20 pm, I was going to be late for work again.
I got to my feet and began to walk south, towards the road so I could catch the next bus into the town for work.
I took one last look back at the peaceful grass covered park and stepped back into the life of Rose-Leigh Ring, where my boss would most likely fire me for being late for the second time this week.
so wacha think? worth it or too cliche? let me know, and yes im aware its not very big, its not the size that counts.