Author's note: I do not own The DaVinci Code or any of the characters from it.
"Maybe a tall mysterious stranger will kidnap me and I'll fall madly in love with my captor!" -Rain Felix
It was nearing fall soon, but still nice and warm in a small town of Salem, Oregon. In the town, there lives a seventeen-year-old girl named Rain Felix who didn't quite belong. Rain has no recollection of her past before she turned six. Dreams of places and a certain someone showed hints of her lost past. The most recurring of dreams is when she is about five years of age and she is strolling though a beach, her hand connecting with a large hand with skin as white as the snow. She would trail her eyes up this man's half exposed forearm and sees an equally white face with wavy, corn silk hair. He had a scar under his left eye and left side of his lip. She guessed the he was about the age of late teens. Their eyes meet - palest of blue looking down on yellow ones. He was a work of art. He was so different. He is an exotic albino man. And she smiles at him. And that's where her dream ends every, single, time.
It was Monday morning, she gets out of bed and takes a shower. Goes down stairs and eats her breakfast and realized that her adoptive parents are already gone. They were always gone. She always wondered what happened to her biological parents. Only thing she knew was their ethnicity. One day she was snooping around in her adoptive parents office and found adoption papers. No pictures of her parents, just documents. She is of mixed ethnicity with her father being half French and Japanese, and her mother being full Spanish. She contemplated some more and cleaned up her dishes and headed back upstairs to her bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror. Sun peaking though the opaque window making her straight black hair shine reddish made her hair look like the colour of black cherries. Light-olive skin, high cheek bones, small nose and big yellow eyes stared back at her. 'Those damn eyes of mine' Rain thought. They weren't amber colour or light brown, they were straight up yellow like eyes of wolves. She's been given strange looks all her life, some have called her names like "animal" "beast" "demon" and "freak" which was quite common at school but it was only a few mean girls and boys. They'll be days when she just didn't give a shit and would clock the ones that angered her. She's even knocked out some of her tormenters' teeth. Those ones didn't bother her anymore. At least her grades were good. She didn't have close friends, just some to hang out with at school but she had a few good friends at a local café and diner where they worked. She'd go there after school or she'd be at the gym. Working out was always a stress reliever and made her happy when she saw herself in the mirror. So why not. On the best weekends was when she and her 'café friends' would go to a local pub/club and dance until they couldn't anymore. This was her last week of school for her. She was ahead of her studies so she was to graduate a lot sooner than expected.
Get up, go to school, work at the café maybe go the gym and the club… That was her life. On the weekends she went to her local library to research religions and cults. There was something so interesting about how people can just blindly follow something that was written by God knows who. 'Was there any proof? Don't people ask questions?' She figured everyone has their reasons and that was that. She was Catholic, not by choice. Adoptive parents got her baptized without her consent like many parents. She never understood why parents would do that, she felt that children when old enough should have a say in such matters. Sometimes she'd draw what she sees in her dreams. She's drawn the albino man several times. Her feelings for this mysterious man was always present but it started to grow exponentially. Every scar, his pale skin, his hair and those beautiful eyes of his… She was enthralled with him and she thought that he might have some answers to her questions. She was certain that her dream was part of her unread past. 'It just had to be… I desperately want to meet him again. No matter what!' was her thoughts as she traced his eyes with her pencil.
It was Friday night, She finished her last day of school for good and she and her friends planned to do a gig at the Queen's Beast. It was a laid back pub/club. Music was always different. And the best part was there were live bands on Fridays and Saturday nights. It was them tonight. Their music was quite unique. A mix of electronic, punk, and new wave with Spanish guitar riffs. Even though Rain felt out-of-place most of the time, on the stage was where she felt relatively comfortable. She didn't have stage fright or any kind of fear, really. The lights dimmed low, the DJ turned off the music, and they ascended on the stage.