Chapter One
A door opens to a dimly lit room, where a girl finishes strapping a gun tightly to her side.
"ready?" a male voice asked
"yeah. . ." she looks up determination in her eyes "lets go"
They walk into a darkened garage. She pulls a leather jacket around her shoulders and zips it up.
"you know where to go?" the man asks
"yeah. . . I know. . . . ." she slides a motorcycle helmet on, and gets on her motorcycle. Quiet clanging is heard as the garage door opens, she turns on the motorcycle quickly and moves the kickstand with her foot and rides off.
Its dark out, not even two in the morning. She turns off the motorcycle a short distance away from her destination. There's a small street light illuminating the walkway to the "abandoned" building. She climbs off her bike and hides on the other side of the street light. She notices standing behind a fence was their look out with a machine gun at his side. She pulled out her hand gun, looks around to see if there are any others outside.
'nope only one' she thinks to herself and lifts her gun. She aims her gun at the look out and puts her finger in front of the trigger. She pulls the trigger only seconds before getting ran into and knocked to the ground, missing her target. The person lands on top of her, and starts muttering apologies, and stands up. She glances at the girl who knocked her over. Even in the slight darkness she could tell that the other girls hair was a beautiful shade of red mixed with orange, and her yes were grey, a distant unseen light glinted off of them. The lookout man who had heard the gunshot came running around the side and came running towards them.
Joce's point of view
I jumped up quickly, off the ground and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the lookout guy and down an alley.
"woah!" she yelled as I dragged her along.
"where are you taking me?" she yelled again.
Not struggling, as I thought she would be. T pulled her to the ground in the back corner of the alley, and covered her mouth with my hand. She made a slight groan in disapproval but stopped when she saw the flashlights light pass the end of the alley and shine in against the wall above our heads. I crouched as low to the ground as possible as the light passed over my head. She squeaked(or something like that) slightly waiting for the light to pass over her. I put my hand on her head, and moved her head to my shoulder, so she was out of the lights range.
After a few more minutes the light disappeared, apparently being stuck on the ground for the last 13 minutes wasn't what my new "friend" was used to. She had fallen asleep on my shoulder. Her hair was tussled and cutely messed up.
'oh geez. . . . What am I thinking. . . . ?' I mentally slapped myself.
I put my hand on her shoulder and tried to wake her up. She moans slightly and rolls to the side. She moved off of my shoulder when she rolled, so I was able to get up. I looked at her curled up and cat like figure. I felt a smile tug along my lips as I watched her sleep. I shook my head and stood all the way. I looked at her before walking down the alley.