Prolouge
She stared at him for a few moments, no, she didn't stare, she glared at him. A cold gleam in her eyes, a gleam of pure hate. The hurt was evident there also, the sense of betrayal, but only to the trained eye. Then came the mask, the sickly, sweet smile of perfect innocence and happiness. A mask he had seen her use a thousand times; on store owners they were about to rob, policemen who were suspicious of their motives or identities, and anyone else she felt it was necessary.
But never turned on him, never. Not once had she lied to him, no matter how good she was at it, not once had she masked her emotions from him. All their carefully constructed walls had been put down the moment they had met.
And now she turned on him.
It stung worse than any blow she could have thrown at him, and she was a born fighter. She knew exactly how much it hurt him, she knew it would cut a horrible scar in his very soul, and she was glad. She wanted to inflict the damage.
And he deserved it.
It was his fault. All of it. He was the one who had convinced her to trust new people, even for a few days and it had ended terribly. She was being forced back into the world she had run from for so long, forced into a life of falsehoods far worse than the lies she told hundreds of times a day to get by. A world of fake laughter and hawk eyes waiting for the first mistake to be made.
And it was his fault.
"Sky… I'm so…" he began, his voice a whisper.
"My name," she said cutting him off instantly with the false warmth in her voice and a barely concealed threat. "is Skylar Khan. I suggest you remember that." and she turned away from him, without meeting his eyes, closed the door and walked out of his life.
Kit Cloudkicker fell to his knees and sobbed.
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Just an idea I'm playing with. I realize there isn't much to go by yet so I'll try to update with the first official chapter soon. In the mean time; Update anyway!
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BBear