The breeze picked up, spiraling leaves through the sky and across the large meadow. Animals scurried away as the clouds rushed in more quickly then usual, causing even higher winds. Tree limbs cracked and swung to the ground, causing the ground to shake as each one hit.
Blood was soaking into the ground at a quick pace, it trickled along the blades of grass, each cell making its way to its death. She stood there, her clothes in tatters, looking up and staring to the spot where the sun once was. The rain came down slowly at first, and quickening in pace quickly, making her hair stick to her face, and the blood to trickle down her body in a quicker pace. She continued to stand there, waiting for nothing. She slowly turned her face away from the sky and stared down towards the city she called home. She knew she had to get home, and she knew she had to get there fast.
Lightning struck a tree near by, and sent it crashing to the ground, sending branches, twigs, and leaves everywhere around her. She began walking towards the city, allowing the rain to soak into her skin, to nourish her scrapes and bruises. Her toes sank into the mud with sickening gurgle sounds, almost as if the ground was telling her her time was soon coming to join the roots and other dead carcasses beneath her.
She stared straight ahead, no where else. She smiled at the thought of the ground wanting to consume her dead body and continued to mock it with ever step as if to say, 'im still alive. Try and take me.' The city was growing closer, and she began to tremble with excitement to be home. To know she was going to be safe. No interruptions.
Her feet changed from mud to pavement, she was entering an old alley way that led her not far from her home. She could see rats scurrying away at the site of a predator walking through and went to hiding along the trash around her. A stray cat growled behind her, and she could hear it pounce for it's prey it had found. She entered the side road of hellsbury street, taking a left she walked down the street a few houses down to her own. She walked up the steps and unlocked her door, hearing the party going on across the road she scowled, slamming her door, and locked it behind her.
He stumbled around the house, a drunken smile on his face as he made his way through the crowd. He knew the party was out of control, and the cops were probably on their way now but he was too drunk to care. He stumbled to the kitchen to grab something to eat, seeing his fridge empty he laughed and walked away, without a care.
'I'll worry about that tomorrow,' he thought, 'right now, its party time!'
Women danced around him in clothes no father would ever allow his daughter to wear. He danced behind many of them, laughing as they dipped low and came back up, never having their skin leave his. He loved how so many of them could dance, and how so many of them were willing to dance upon him.
A pounding on the door silenced the whole party, he sighed. The cops were always willing to show up at the worst time ever. Downing the rest of his drink, he went and answered the door. Face to face with the deputy, Inuyasha stared up to look at his own father, dressed in uniform, at his door
End chapter 1.
I hope you guys enjoyed this! I've begun a new story, and have decided that I will try to write at least a chapter every morning during my free period at school.
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Ker5Paw