Conversed feet walked softly down the dark sidewalk, small puffs of steam rising to the air with each breath taken from the lone civilian. The darkness of the night made the skinny figure's form seem to become one of fear. Their body rigid and scrunched over as their arms overlapped one another over their chest as a shiver caused them to pause in the middle of the sidewalk and breathe deep and shallowly. Snow fell down the oversized black jacket's hood that cloaked anyone's view of the being's face. Only one thing did slip from underneath the hood of the jacket.
A lone lock of chestnut hair.
The street light above them flickered when they were in the center of it, and as if stricken by the thought of the darkness consuming them they froze in the middle of their step. Their breathing hitched, snow collecting on to their shoulders and head. The hooded being's blue eyes stayed locked on to the sidewalk, the silence in the air making the feel of the snowy night even more peaceful for the secure civilians at their homes. Every New Jersey home on that block seemed to have their lights turned off. Not one seemed to be alive with the families that lived within them. Some would find this normal, seeing as how it was the middle of the night.
The light ceased flickering, causing the hooded figure to relax slightly at the small feat that wouldn't bother any normal citizen in New Jersey. When continuing to trot forward, they walked in a way to prevent the back of their black jeans from touching the back of their pencil thin legs. It was clear that winter was not their favorite time of the year. Blue eyes darted around the darkness of the street, cheeks crimson red from the bitter cold and harsh winds. Home was far away for them. It was a word that was hardly recognizable at that point, as if one had wiped the meaning of that word off a slate. But for this particular individual, this wasn't the only subject blurred for them.
Now, everything was foreign, cold, blank, freighting, and relatively confusing.
-Fear of the unknown heightens the fight or flight instincts-
They sighed roughly and paused at the end of the sidewalk, the peeks of black asphalt in the street staring back at them in between the cracks in the snow. They didn't move from the middle of the street light. They seemed to make sure they were precisely in the middle of any light when they chose to stop walking. They shuffled their feet and adjust their oversized black jacket that hid the black tank top and blue flannel shirt underneath. A simpleton such as this didn't know, or care, to dress warmer when planning to travel in the freezing night. They wanted to feel the coldness numb their fingers to the point pain over flooded them once in the warmth of any building, because they didn't want to forget, it would never be a place to feel warm and comfortable.
Warm air that reeked of alcohol hit the side of their face, knocking them out of their train of thought and back to Earth within seconds. Glossed over brown eyes scanned the small hooded civilian before them as they bent over enough to feel the single lock of chestnut hair brush against his redden nose.
"Ah, what's ah thing like you doin' out at ah time like this?"
His greasy orange hair slowly started to collect snow on the top of his head along with his goose feathered black coat. His thin jaw line with peach fuzz barely could contain the wide grin on his face that looked as if it was about to rip his face in half. The small child like citizen didn't mind to answer his words. They continued to stand completely frozen as the street light above them flicked ever so slightly. The drunken man wobbled back and forth, a chuckle emerging from his throat as his glossed eyes rolled. His slim right hand traveled to his coat pocket as the sliver handle of his pocket knife glistened in the blinking street light.
"I wish you would answer me," he slurred, hands clasping onto the bitter cold handle. His eyes hardened as the citizen before him that still refused to even turn to stare at him. "I wanna see that pretty lookin' face of yer's."
His left hand slowly found its way on the hooded being's shoulder and carets it ever so slightly. At the touch of the man, the small citizen's shoulders tensed as the light above them blinked rapidly.
Steam rose into the night air as a stern female voice said quietly to the man, "Go home."
His redden face harden at this as his hand gripped tightly on her shoulder.
"What was that?"
There was a pause between the two standing alone in the dead of the night. She pulled her arms closer to her form as she lowered her head towards the snow riddle ground below her black Conversed feet. She bit her bottom lip as the wind blew; kicking up the powder like snow and making it dance around them.
She repeated herself to the man, putting more force into her words, saying, "Please, Go. Home."
His jaw clenched as the girl before him lowered her head to the point that it seemed that her chin rested on her chest.
"I don't know who the fuck ya think you are tellin' me whatta to do," he hissed, the steam from his breath rising above the two of them and into the darkness. "But it'll be the last thing ya do! No one in these shacks will know that ya ever existed!"
A light chuckle rose from the girl. He froze at this, his blood running cold in uneasiness at the sudden change of mood. His grip on his knife decreased as sweat slowly collected on his brow, eyes locked on her back.
She mumbled to herself, fumbling with her ungloved hands as her blue eyes darted around the snow riddled ground, a small smile on her chapped rosy lips.
An overwhelming pain flooded the male's back and midsection, the acid taste of vomit slowly rising to the back of his throat as his peripheral vision darken steadily. His fear filled eyes traveled down to his stomach to see the tip of a crimson covered knife penetrating through his black goose feathered jacket. Crimson blood dripped from the tip of the knife and dripped to the snow-covered ground below his booted feet like fresh paint; each drop absorbing it ever so greedily.
A pale spider-like hand with blackened nails clamped onto his left shoulder tightly as the crimson hue of the attacker's eyes showed the sickly looking being. No, not being. Monster. His eyes looked as red as Hell's fires, black like scars decorated around them when the corner of both showed two arrows pointing to his ears. His thin chapped lips seemed as if it had been sewn shut and cut reopen as the sides of his mouth seemed as if it was slowly decomposing, showing the rotting flesh as it oozed black like ink blood. An angered expression clouded the monstrosity's thin face, his finely pointed teeth showing as he sneered behind the male.
A tear of pain streamed down the man's jaw line as he mumbled what sounded to be pleads to both his victim and attacker.
"Little parasite," He twisted the knife sharply, making the man scream in pain and his knees buckled.
The man's eyes darted around the surrounding area to see the houses that remanded pitch black and lifeless. Tears welded over his eyelids as bit his frost bitten red cheeks as he breathed harshly. The monster wrapped his free arm around the man's neck, putting pressure directly on his Adam's apple to the point the man felt his air way cut off. He thrashed his feet around wildly, eyes locking onto the back of the woman he tried to assault minutes ago. The woman didn't care to turn towards him, her composer remaining of one of paranoia of the dark.
"There's no point in calling for help," she stated, her voice cracking. "No one has lived in this neighborhood since we rid of them years back."
She turned to face the two of them, letting the stabbed orange haired man see her face finally. Her face was pale enough to be compared to the snow that fell down around them, her eyes blue and held no hint of emotion, not even a sparkle from the light that fell upon her. Her lips were chapped and blue along with her small fingers from the countless hours of walking around the town tell she found her victim. And last, her chestnut locks. They fell down to her shoulder blades, but flew freely in the wind when she faced its direction. She wasn't much to look at. She seemed too cold, too pale, too...
Out of touch with the world around her.
"Ready?" he asked with a perched up eyebrow.
She smiled softly towards the monster; it was somewhat of a warming smile that a child would be compelled to. Hell, even the man that was stabbed felt that this wasn't the girl that killed all the people in the neighborhood.
"Yeah."
The two walked into the darkness, the girl grabbing onto the back of the monster's jacket like a child that didn't want to lose their parent as he push their victim forward to his new living facilities. The man's screams ran throughout the night air as the snow slowly covered their foot tracks and the blood riddled ground. Every sign of that night's events were soon gone.
As if the they didn't even exist.
But they did.
She didn't know her real name. She didn't know any of her family. She didn't know anything about herself.
She only knew what Mr. Eff told her.
Her name was Sis.
()()()()
Guess who's back? Yep, yep, yep! Little Miss Sis is back for a beating with Mr. Eff to deliver. But it seems that she didn't win her battle with evil. So, what was the cost? How much has she changed? How much is real and how much is a lie?
To make this more like the comic, the start of this is going to be like there is no story line like the first two to three comics of JTHM.
There will be extras at the bottom of some chapter that will have Sis as a five-year old with Mr. Eff at her side in little cute childlike scenarios. As before, Sis will not fall in love with any of the JTHM characters. That's not really what I'm going for. But there will be some questionable out of character things that have to happen in order for other things to happen later in the end of the story. But that's waaaaay off!
So, with that, I will update every Tuesday and Thursday seeing as how this one is way longer than the first.
And don't forget to R&R please!
I like to hear from all ya.
:)