"Get out of this house! Get out!"
"But Mom! I didn't mean t-," Rori tried to explain.
"Get out I said! Or I will call the police! I'm warning you! Pack up and leave! I don't ever want to see you again!"
"But I .."
"You are a danger! A murderer! I pray that at least God can forgive you for what you have done!"
Rori didn't wait around to hear what else her mother had to say. She dashed upstairs to her room and threw everything she could into her bag. All the essentials: some clothes, dollar bills and the spare change she had, her dagger, her cigarettes, and her precious journal. It was near the end of August, and she didn't know how long she would be gone, or alive, so she grabbed a sweater and threw it on. She ran back downstairs and past the kitchen, where she could hear her mother crying. She tried not to look, to see what would haunt her memories forever. She shut her eyes and pushed her way through the screen door and down the rotting front door steps. An enormous black lab came bounding after her, barking like mad.
"Dante stay!"
Dante stoped.
"Dante s-sit," Rori tried to choke through the now forming tears, "Stay, you s-stay here and look after mom," she sniffed.
Dante gave a whimper and sat down.
"I'm sorry, baby," she said as she walked over, "I can't stay here anymore, but I'll try to come back when I can. Be good for me, okay? Stay here and be watchful. I'll be back sometime, I promise," Rori tried to hold back the tears and gave a weak smile. She gave him a cookie she had in her pocket and turned away, not looking back.
She had been walking for hours, and it was getting dark. Where would- where could she stay? She had no money and it was getting dark. The streets of the city were not safe at night. She had never really gone there during the late hours because of all the stories she heard of people being robbed, raped, and killed. She was always good at defending herself, but the dark made her feel uneasy, alone and vulnerable.
Now it was almost pitch black, save for the few street light that were still functioning. She remembered passing a car lot one day that held old beat- up cars. She could find shelter there for the night, but only for the night. Rori refused to lead the life of a bum, but for the time being, it was her only option. "It's not every day you need a plan to lead the life of a vagabond because you were kicked out of your house for being responsible for someone's death now, is it?," she sarcastically thought to herself, extremely frustrated with her current state of affairs.
The gates of the car lot were chained together, and there were no openings along the fence as far as she could see. She stared at the chains intensely for a few seconds, then closed her eyes tightly. It was difficult to concentrate every time she shut her eyes because all the memories from the past few days came flooding back into her mind. "You have more control than that!" she whispered to herself. She stared at the chains again, closed her eyes. Slowly, the chains began to rattle and the lock came undone. Rori looked around to see if, by chance, anyone saw. There was nothing around but a lonely street light at the end of the block. She carefully pulled the chains off and went inside.
There was a beat up little red car in the corner of the lot, with most of it's body still intact and the seats in the back still had the covering on them. "This'll have to do," she sighed, and went to sit down when something caught her eye. There, on the other side of the car, was a tall figure standing ominously in the dark. She blinked and it was gone. Rori gasped as a velvety gloved hand grabbed her mouth and waist, pulled her back, and dug something into her side- a gun?
"I knew if I approached you, you would not be so willing to talk to me," the voice whispered. "I am not going to hurt you. Not yet, anyway.You are special, you have something that not many people have and no one understands you. You were thrown out of schools, and were kicked out of your own home because of this gift you possess.a gift you don't' have much control over."
Rori gasped. "How does he know this?" Rori thought, "Had he been watching me?"
"Yes, I was watching you," the stranger quietly laughed, "and I have some good news for you, my dear. I know of others who possess gifts similar to yours. I'll take you to them if you wish. After all, what other choice do you have? I'm going to let you go now, don't scream." Rori nodded nervously.
The strange man let go and Rori took a step away from him and began to turn around to see.her rapist? Murderer? What would he do to her? She expected to see a dirty, scruffy bum with a knife.knife! Rori inconspicuously felt for her knife in her pocket, but it was gone.
"Looking for this?" he said, as Rori finally turned around to see a tall man dressed in black with blonde hair and stunning, icy blue eyes. His cape was billowing in the night breeze and was tauntingly waving her knife.
"Give it to me," she demanded and held out her hand. The man placed the dagger in her hand and Rori immediately flung herself at him, she was lightning fast, but not fast enough. She swung the knife at.air. He disappeared.
"Don't waste your time with that, your powers are not developed enough," the voice came from behind her, "One day you will be able to do that with at least a chance of succeeding, but not yet," the man smiled and walked back towards Rori. "Ready to go?"
"Go where? I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Yes you are."
"What? You think you can scare me? Well, lemme tell you, you got another thing coming," said Rori, keeping her eyes locked with his. She had strength in her voice, but she was still afraid of what could happen to her.
"Strange, because I seem to remember you shivering not long ago. Others know of your existence, and you are very much wanted. So if I can't have you, someone else will get you and they won't be as kind. But, how could you believe me, if you do not see for yourself?"
Rori looked down at her knife, it's cool blade in her hand, then she looked at her bag, sitting in the beat up little red car in the corner of the lot. The bag was her, all alone, filled with nothing but the essentials for survival. No friends, no family, a vagrant with no attachments whatsoever. She needed to get out of here. He was right, she had no future in a beat up car in a lot. She grabbed her bag. The man put out his hand. She looked up at him, consumed in his gaze and lifted her hand to his. Their eyes locked, she was mesmerized. A cloud of dust whipped up around them. Rori shut her eyes and felt her feet leave the ground and her stomach drop.
"But Mom! I didn't mean t-," Rori tried to explain.
"Get out I said! Or I will call the police! I'm warning you! Pack up and leave! I don't ever want to see you again!"
"But I .."
"You are a danger! A murderer! I pray that at least God can forgive you for what you have done!"
Rori didn't wait around to hear what else her mother had to say. She dashed upstairs to her room and threw everything she could into her bag. All the essentials: some clothes, dollar bills and the spare change she had, her dagger, her cigarettes, and her precious journal. It was near the end of August, and she didn't know how long she would be gone, or alive, so she grabbed a sweater and threw it on. She ran back downstairs and past the kitchen, where she could hear her mother crying. She tried not to look, to see what would haunt her memories forever. She shut her eyes and pushed her way through the screen door and down the rotting front door steps. An enormous black lab came bounding after her, barking like mad.
"Dante stay!"
Dante stoped.
"Dante s-sit," Rori tried to choke through the now forming tears, "Stay, you s-stay here and look after mom," she sniffed.
Dante gave a whimper and sat down.
"I'm sorry, baby," she said as she walked over, "I can't stay here anymore, but I'll try to come back when I can. Be good for me, okay? Stay here and be watchful. I'll be back sometime, I promise," Rori tried to hold back the tears and gave a weak smile. She gave him a cookie she had in her pocket and turned away, not looking back.
She had been walking for hours, and it was getting dark. Where would- where could she stay? She had no money and it was getting dark. The streets of the city were not safe at night. She had never really gone there during the late hours because of all the stories she heard of people being robbed, raped, and killed. She was always good at defending herself, but the dark made her feel uneasy, alone and vulnerable.
Now it was almost pitch black, save for the few street light that were still functioning. She remembered passing a car lot one day that held old beat- up cars. She could find shelter there for the night, but only for the night. Rori refused to lead the life of a bum, but for the time being, it was her only option. "It's not every day you need a plan to lead the life of a vagabond because you were kicked out of your house for being responsible for someone's death now, is it?," she sarcastically thought to herself, extremely frustrated with her current state of affairs.
The gates of the car lot were chained together, and there were no openings along the fence as far as she could see. She stared at the chains intensely for a few seconds, then closed her eyes tightly. It was difficult to concentrate every time she shut her eyes because all the memories from the past few days came flooding back into her mind. "You have more control than that!" she whispered to herself. She stared at the chains again, closed her eyes. Slowly, the chains began to rattle and the lock came undone. Rori looked around to see if, by chance, anyone saw. There was nothing around but a lonely street light at the end of the block. She carefully pulled the chains off and went inside.
There was a beat up little red car in the corner of the lot, with most of it's body still intact and the seats in the back still had the covering on them. "This'll have to do," she sighed, and went to sit down when something caught her eye. There, on the other side of the car, was a tall figure standing ominously in the dark. She blinked and it was gone. Rori gasped as a velvety gloved hand grabbed her mouth and waist, pulled her back, and dug something into her side- a gun?
"I knew if I approached you, you would not be so willing to talk to me," the voice whispered. "I am not going to hurt you. Not yet, anyway.You are special, you have something that not many people have and no one understands you. You were thrown out of schools, and were kicked out of your own home because of this gift you possess.a gift you don't' have much control over."
Rori gasped. "How does he know this?" Rori thought, "Had he been watching me?"
"Yes, I was watching you," the stranger quietly laughed, "and I have some good news for you, my dear. I know of others who possess gifts similar to yours. I'll take you to them if you wish. After all, what other choice do you have? I'm going to let you go now, don't scream." Rori nodded nervously.
The strange man let go and Rori took a step away from him and began to turn around to see.her rapist? Murderer? What would he do to her? She expected to see a dirty, scruffy bum with a knife.knife! Rori inconspicuously felt for her knife in her pocket, but it was gone.
"Looking for this?" he said, as Rori finally turned around to see a tall man dressed in black with blonde hair and stunning, icy blue eyes. His cape was billowing in the night breeze and was tauntingly waving her knife.
"Give it to me," she demanded and held out her hand. The man placed the dagger in her hand and Rori immediately flung herself at him, she was lightning fast, but not fast enough. She swung the knife at.air. He disappeared.
"Don't waste your time with that, your powers are not developed enough," the voice came from behind her, "One day you will be able to do that with at least a chance of succeeding, but not yet," the man smiled and walked back towards Rori. "Ready to go?"
"Go where? I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Yes you are."
"What? You think you can scare me? Well, lemme tell you, you got another thing coming," said Rori, keeping her eyes locked with his. She had strength in her voice, but she was still afraid of what could happen to her.
"Strange, because I seem to remember you shivering not long ago. Others know of your existence, and you are very much wanted. So if I can't have you, someone else will get you and they won't be as kind. But, how could you believe me, if you do not see for yourself?"
Rori looked down at her knife, it's cool blade in her hand, then she looked at her bag, sitting in the beat up little red car in the corner of the lot. The bag was her, all alone, filled with nothing but the essentials for survival. No friends, no family, a vagrant with no attachments whatsoever. She needed to get out of here. He was right, she had no future in a beat up car in a lot. She grabbed her bag. The man put out his hand. She looked up at him, consumed in his gaze and lifted her hand to his. Their eyes locked, she was mesmerized. A cloud of dust whipped up around them. Rori shut her eyes and felt her feet leave the ground and her stomach drop.