Hey guys! this is my first story so please feel free to comment. I am open to constructive criticism, but please not too harsh. TY. I hope you like it!
I raked a hand through my hair, agitated. Biting my bottom lip I looked in the tall body mirror. Auburn hair was curled slightly and sitting around my thin shoulders. I was wearing a dark green shirt and black jacket, blue skinny jeans with black combat boots and a watch. I nodded in approval. Pulling my eyes up I studied my face. I had a small mouth and an even smaller nose. My pale complexion was perfect for the light dusting of freckles across my nose. Thin eyebrows and high cheekbones framed my face. My favorite feature however were the large blue-grey eyes, which were accented by black eyeliner.
Navigating my tiny apartment I left.
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Anna was a small girl. She was thin and wiry. But looks can be deceiving. She was fast, and strong. Built mostly of muscle. Anna was different, unique. Anna Walker was a mutant. And she was very good at her skill.
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I walked down to the cafe where I worked. It was a small, homey place. I slipped on my apron and clocked in. The little place-Cafe Rosetta-was empty except for me and the owner/cook, Brady.
"Hey, dar'lin how you do'in?" Brady was a stout man, with a large pot belly and even larger heart.
"I'm good, Brady, you?" I asked politely.
"Good. Hey dar'lin would you mind wiping down that table? No on your left, yeah that one. Couple uh' young ones, wrecked it." The table was covered in food and soda with wet napkins littered around it. I also spotted some gum on the corner. Ew. Scowling I grabbed the rag and started cleaning.
"God, Bradley you'd think they'd at least try to act like civilized people." I complained as I was scraping the dried gum off the table. I heard a chuckle and couldn't help but smile as well.
"Well dar'lin, ya can't blame em' for having fun."
"I can and I will. Jeez Brady! There's food on the wall." There was more chuckling and I stood cracking my back. With the table done (again ew) I walked to where the music player was. Starting a smooth jazz station, I seated the person who just walked in.
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I shuffled out to my little blue buggy and sat with a sigh. It had been a long four hour shift and after that first person the cafe got very busy. I just closed the cafe and was eager to get home and sleep. Tonight was my last night in this town. I'd been in Turlock, California for too long. Two and a half years too long. I started up my car and began driving home. About a third of the way, I noticed a car following me. Crap! They found me. How'd they find me!? I turned around and parked in the lot next to the local book store. The car did the same.
I stepped out like everything was normal, and went inside. I was a regularly here so the old lady who owned the place knew me. I smiled and waved. Walking towards the back door, I turned left one aisle before. Moving the dusty arm chair, I unlocked the door behind it.
"Sweety? Are you going to use it?" I turned around to face Reggie with a sad smile.
"Yeah Reggie, I have to leave." She nodded solemnly. About a year after I had moved here she showed me the door and said I could use if I ever needed a quick leave. She somehow knew I was running but I didn't question it.
"Well, be safe." And with that she was gone. I turned back around and pulled the door open. It was pitch black but of course easy to see in. I took a step in but paused, then decided to wait and see how long it took before agents started spilling in trying to find me. Besides, I haven't had a close encounter in a while. I sat down on the cement floor with a old copy of Dune in my didn't take very long for the agents to come rushing into the cozy bookstore. A smirk played on my lips as I waited for the cellar door to open.
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One, two, three, ten minutes later and the door still hadn't opened. The agents upstairs were also being very quite. Frowning I closed the book and stretched. As I was walking towards a wall to leave, the doors swung open and men came barreling in. All guns pointed at me. This is why you leave earlier, Anna. I raised my hands with a smirk on my face. The agents must have been told about my ability because they set up as many lights as possible aimed at me. I frowned. This might get a bit messy.
I straightened out and lowered my hands to my side, smirking as the agents stiffened. With a flick of my wrist I summoned Mr. Munster. Mr. Munster was a creature I had created long ago. His body formed out of shadow before solidifying. He stood there, all seven feet of him. His pale skin was cracked and dry. He had two very long, very strong legs and an equally strong pair of arms. His tail rested against the ground and his large jaw and eyeless face were set forward, waiting for my command. With another flick, Mr. Munster stalked forward, his scaly tail scraping the ground.
At the noise, the agents turned and saw him. Mr. Munster was towering over them and one or two let out an undignified squeak. In a few moments, Mr. Munster had killed or knocked unconscious every agent.
"Thank you, Mr. Munster." He grunted and faded back into the shadows. And with that I left.
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-IamJotun