yeahyeah I know another story and I still have 2 unfinished. ;p I"m finishing those up before posting any more chapters. Anyways New story! A moonlight fan fic. R and R please. Enjoy! Takes place after Sleeping Beauty
New York, city of lights and noise. The city that never sleeps. Where the night world differs so much from the daylight world. Shadows hiding things you refuse to believe in. Like monsters that take away the life of your sibling.
Some people love New York, me on the other hand, I hate it. Its my own personal hell. Granted it wasn't always like that but times change and I grew to be bitter and angry after the death of my brother. Closing my eyes against the lights of other buildings I wondered where I'd go. Maybe L.A, the city of Angels. All broken people went there, maybe I'd go there too. After all I didn't have anything left to live for.
But not until my 6 month suspension was up. The last thing I want to do is leave this hell hole only to serve out my suspension somewhere else. Where it would remind me of why I got it. Might as well suffer in the place it was received and when it was done, move on and try to forget about it.
Licking my lips I inhaled the night air, I had twenty minutes of peace before my shift started down at the morgue. The concrete wall, built around the lip of the roof, dug into my palms. Funny how much I used to like my job, saving people. Now I hated it just as much as I hated this city.
Grinding my teeth I shut the door on my memories. Yet another reason I hated my life, because I refused to give up and get over my brother. He had meant a lot to me, we had been so close. Then his life was cruelly taken away by some stranger. My Fiance had left me because I still grieved for my brother. Just wouldn't heal fast enough for him.
Swallowing the lump in my throat I longed for a stiff drink. Maybe the whole bottle would be better, drown out the noise of memories for awhile. I had promised to be there for my brother, and I failed him. The shift of gravel behind me made me stiffen slightly. Turning my head to look behind me I could see a silhouette standing off to the side of the entrance to the roof.
"Hey I still have fifteen minutes. Find someone else to do whatever you need." I said, thinking the figure an intern or one of the nurses. Why the hell they'd come up here for me was beyond me, I may have been one of the best before my brothers death. But with the suspension that changed everything.
The silhouette didn't move and I shrugged my shoulders. They could complain to the head of this place for all I cared. I wasn't leaving the roof until my shift was over. Not a lot my boss could do to me, I was in suspension, the worst he'd do was fire me. But they still needed me, even if he didn't admit it. Turning away I looked back at the skyline of lit up buildings. The stars non existent with the building lights on.
"Do you know your brother begged for his life?" a voice rose behind me.
Stiffing I felt the anger roll inside me. Anyone who talked rudely about my brother always brought an angry reaction out of me. Quickly turning I faced the silhouette again. How dare they dishonor my brother like that. Stepping away from the wall I stood stiff.
"Excuse me?" I said roughly. Challenging them to come closer.
"You heard me bitch. Your brother begged me to spare him. Spare him from the silver bullet I put in his chest." the silhouette replied. The voice was steady and deep. Defiantly a male.
My skin tightened, and my jaw was so tight my teeth ached. Taking a few quick steps forward, I curled my hands into fists. This joker was pissing me off. My brother had owned a pub not far from my apartment. Sometimes he hosted poker tournaments late at night and joined in. And I wondered if this was some loser who was pissed off at loosing money to my brother.
"Now your gonna tell me where the others are. Or your going to pay, just like your brother."
"I don't know what your talking about." I said truthfully but anger rolled in the words.
"Don't lie to me!" he yelled and pulled out a gun, cocked it and aimed it at me.
I didn't even flinch, I just didn't care anymore. They could have shot me and I would have been fine with that, at least it would end my pain. But my logical reasoning as a doctor overrode my desire to die. I wanted them to shoot me, but I just raised my hands and kept a steady voice. Trying to talk the person to putting the gun down.
"You don't know what your doing." I said calmly.
"I know excactly what I'm doing. I'm ridding the world of scum like your brother and the beasts that prey on us!" he shouted.
"My brother wasn't scum!" I shouted and the anger broke my reasoning. I rushed forward and grabbed the wrist that held the gun. Twisting the hand, I kicked out with my leg into his stomach. My attacker groaned with pain but never realeased the gun, instead his free hand shot out and grabbed my throat.
"Your one of them aren't you?" he said, face pressing close to mine, the smell of liqour and smokes strong on him. It was still to dark to see his face, fighting against him I thought maybe I could bring him closer to the light that fell near the entrance to the roof. ID him and call security, somehow I told myself.
"I don't know.." I choked and beat at his wrist.
My attacker squeezed my throat and I groaned everything was becoming darker. Instinct took over and I kicked out, my foot connecting with his knee cap. He roared and let go. Falling to the ground I gasped for air.
"You bitch! I know you know where they rest! You and your brother were close, I saw you together nearly everyday! Talking and laughing. You didn't care your brother had an addiction."
"I think you have the wrong person." I said steadily and stood up, rubbing my throat. "My brother never had an addiction."
"Tsk. Jessica, I don't have the wrong person. Your brother was a monster, " he replied, voice emotionless. "and you didn't even care. Your no better than the monster he went to for his high."
My skin goose bumped, how did he know my name? Swallowing the angry lump in my throat I shivered. Wondering what my brother had gotten into, and how I got dragged into it. Anger still rolled beneath my skin, but fear was slowly starting to sink in. I had no idea what this guy was talking about, and it scared me that he had been watching me.
"I don't know what your talking about." I said loudly, wondering who this person was.
"Of course you do, Jessica." he said slowly and rushed me. I didn't have time to react before he slammed into me. Before hitting the gravel he dragged me to the concrete wall and hoisted me up, dangling me over the edge. The wall bit into my spine and I gasped aloud, heart racing.
"Show me what you are! Tell me where they are! And I'll spare your miserable life!" he shouted, closing my eyes I lifted my head so I could look at him.
The light showed on his face partialy, showing an older man with a five o'clock shadow and crazy dark eyes. I swallowed, feeling the breeze tease my hair, my body shook beneath me. I was going to die, I thought feeling relieved and scared all at once.
"Please...I don't know what your talking about." I cried.
His hands pawed my body and I felt sick, I was going to be raped before I died! No, not like this. I thought and tried to fight. My attacker squeezed my body and ripped down my shirt exposing my neck. Next his rough hands shoved up my sleeves exposing my arms.
"Where are the marks? Where are they?" he screamed.
"Let go of me!" I said and kicked my legs, and slide closer to the roof rather than over it.
He fought me, trying to peel off more clothes and I punched him. A window of escape showed itself and I made a run for it. But not before he grabbed my hair and pulled me back. My back hit the cement wall, and all air was knocked out of me. Pain throbbed in my lower back and I let out a small tiny cry. He shoved me onto the wall again, the road below me all I could see. Buildings upside down, the lights twinkling.
"Your human." he said in disbelief, more to himself than me. "And now you know to much."
I willed myself to look up at him, to fight one more time. But as I started too fight I felt him shove me forward slightly, the wall gratting my back and legs. My heart lurched as I realized what he was going to do. He was going to toss me over the edge.
"You know to much." he said softly, "I"m sorry."
To scared to scream, the last thing I saw was his face, as I looked up one last time to find an escape that didn't involve me falling. His face was set in a grim line before he let me go to fall to my death, nine stories below me. With a sickening lurch he pushed me one last time and I tipped all the wayq and I felt gravity take hold of me.