Disclaimer: I wish I owned dark angel, but sadly this fantasy ain't real.
The dew had only just cleared as a young girl of about seventeen walked purposefully in the morning air, yet her destination even to her was a complete mystery. Her breath froze before her and she pulled her long coat around her thin figure more tightly, wishing now that her gloves didn't stop at her knuckles. The world out here was so different to everything she had been told; then again what she had been told was all lies anyway. One fateful night had changed her life, and she could still feel the heat pressing down on her, threatening to suck away her breath. Looking at her un-scarred arm she could remember the flames dangerously licking her flesh. Confusion was the feeling that had racked her mind and body, of course fear was present, but being almost indestructible, fear became pretty unimportant.
Dancing amber eyes flecked with gold appeared from under long lashes and perfectly arched eyebrows. The sunlight gently touched her light blonde hair, giving an impression of her true colour, silver. She wore the long shimmering hair just passed her shoulders so to keep hidden, the mark on the nape of her neck. She wore black cargos, leather boots and black leather jacket, all concealed under her ankle-long coat. She had a guitar case on one shoulder and a bag on the other.
Feeling tired, she sat down outside an old, crumbling house, and it was a fairly empty street, so no one would hear. Then she gently took out the guitar as though it was a priceless antique and began to strum chords, closing her eyes. She closed her mind of from everything other than the music, including the eyes that watched from the seemingly deserted wreck of a house behind her. Slowly she began to sing, her voice so clear, sweet and pure.
"People are afraid of what they don't get,
anything that's different
is just plain bad.
Something outside their damned comfort zone
is abnormal."
The creature-like person inside listened to the words and his eyes grew, this figure seemed to be speaking almost directly to him. His dog senses sniffed the air, smelling a cat and wolf.
"I used to think different was ugly,
But now I see that it's gorgeous.
The only thing that is ugly are peoples words
But can no one tell me what this normal is?
It's like trying to live by a criteria,
You got to be this,
You got to be that,
What is this thing that I don't understand?"
He nodded, understanding what she was saying and grew excited and almost went outside but then remembered what his friends said, he had to stay inside, most importantly during the day. But suddenly, the genetic side of him registered one of his own kind he raced to the door and shouted "Little one!"
The girl spun, her heart beating fast. Looking up to the house, she packed her guitar away and warily went to the steps of the house. It could've been a trap but for some unknown reason she followed the voice. The door swung open and she stepped in.
"Close it" Said the same, muffled voice.
"How do I know it's not some kind of sick trap?" she asked, "I might be able to run away before anything happens."
"Not trap. Joshua knows you X5. From Manticore."
The information hit her with astounded surprise and she kicked the door shut with her foot. Never the less she crouched into a prepared fighting position, preparing for what she didn't know. But as this Joshua stepped where she could see him, well, nothing had prepared her for that…
I don't know, what do you guys think? I'm just wondering wether to continue or not, it was pretty much done while I was half asleep.