Sighing whispered through black colored lips, silvered purple eyes looked to the stormy heavens above her. It was storming, the lightening raced across the skies as if in a contest and the thunder rumbled louder and louder, almost cheering the streaks of lightening across the ominous dark blue track. Black streaks of tears stained a doll like face, her large eyes and sooty dark wet lashes looked above. It was the rainy season in Florida. And like usual, the thunder echoed around the late afternoon. And also like normal, she was caught outside, to weather the stinging rain. Her wet black shirt clinged onto her curves like a second skin. Heavy black cotton pants hugged her butt and thighs before just sagging from the weight at her knees to her ankles, staining her white running shoes. She was curvy, a little over weight but still pleasantly curvy. A dark sweat shirt tied around her waist, lied uselessly. In her pale long tapered fingers, she held a red huge backpack, seemingly filled to the brim. 'Thank God its waterproof', she thought with a smile at her forethought.
She walked down the puddle filled sidewalk, heading for her shelter, home. Normally, she would be safe, warm and dry in her mother's van; Nature wasn't kind enough to give her that though. Her mother was now at work, and had no way to give her a ride. And all the others that had the same bus stop, had already left in cars, completely forgetting about her and the past favors of rides she had given them.
"Ungrateful Bastards," she hissed under her breath as she continued down the streets, sulking. Her fists clenched onto her bag, which she had thrown onto her back during her thoughts.
Her name was Malucath Dae…she never quite understood her name. Her mother had given birth, given her a name…and then died. Right now she lived with her adopted family she had been with since a 2 months after birth. The doctors never knew anything about her family or her mother except she was cut down by a sword… and an arrow that was poisoned…obviously some psychopath got a hold of her in a cosplay game.
She snorted. She lived in Lightening Central of the US of A, Florida. More specifically Deltona, Florida. Known also as nowhere. Sighing, she crossed the street and looked at her dark blue eyesore of a house. Fan-bloody-tastic. She grumbled as she went into the covered porch and dug in her pocket for some keys. Finding them, she opened the door and dragged herself in. Promptly removing all wet pieces of clothing down to her underwear. She put down everything and practically ran to the shower, to take a hot shower. Underneath, she felt the cold that lingered in her bones, disappearing, leaving a very happy Malu. She cleaned and then stepped out into the humid bathroom, and pulled a black towel off its hanger to wrap around her body and tucked an end of the towel down her cleavage so it may hold up. Grabbing a brush, she yanked the brush down her shoulder length raven colored locks. Then she pulled the hair back into a ponytail, just off her neck. She cleaned up and went inside her room to dress, until she sneezed….very, very quietly.
"Oh SHIT! I'm going to be sick." She grumbled as she seeked out her over-sized "Otaku" shirt and a purple pair of PJ bottoms that had small red foxes on them saying Foxy on them. Then, a loud crack of thunder could be heard, followed by a yelp. Skittering across her room, she dived under her down black comforter and settled in the bed, sneezing and coughing.
"….I hate you." She growled as she peaked out the comforter and red curtains, at the storm. The thunder cracked again, making her tense and yelp. She then sneezed and groaned in frustration.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck you." Then she curled up wrapped in her blanket…and slept.
The night was peaceful, her parents and sister arrived home and peaked into her room, to see the sleeping Malu, and left her alone to sleep through dinner. The cicadas called throughout the night after the storm had left and the moon shined thoughtfully. The heat steamed all the moisture off the ground, making it humid. But Malu, whose room had no air conditioning, was comfortable in her scorching hot room.
Come time around 4 o'clock AM, an alarm clock screeched with songs of Bodies by Drowning Pool, which had the now poor sick Malu, jump up in fright from the loud noise. Her hand slammed on her alarm and she glared at it through clouded eyes.
"No thank you…I do not need a hint that something is wrong with me." She got up yawning and stretching as the pushed open her door and stumbled into the hall and into the bathroom. She sneezed again and groaned.
"I am NOT missing school, stupid fucking storm." She cursed as she peeled off her sweat soaked clothes. Then, she pulled herself into the bathroom and fulfilled her normal morning routine.
About 5: 30 she heard a knock outside of her door. She looked back from her position of sitting stretch out on her computer chair in front of the computer.
" Malu-wee time ta go!" said an overweight man with a sweet playful smile on her face. She smiled back at him.
"Okay." Her pale face seemed sickly before, but now had a light blush from the long ass shower she had that morning, to drive the sickness away. She went over to the kitchen and grabbed a box of breakfast bars and a thing of drinks, and carefully stowed them in her pack.
"This week's breakfast and snacks." She said in a cheery voice. She threw the overweight bag over her shoulders.
Now why was she up at this godforsaken hour you ask? She was in the IB (International Baccalaureate) or an Advance Placement program on speed. The program was made for the biggest nerds…and she was one of them. She always seemed to grasp the concepts quick in school. And now she was finally in classes that MADE her work to succeed. Though sadly she had to go to another school then she normally would have…and it was an hour and a half bus ride…. and they picked her up 10 till 6. Joy. When the bus arrived at her stop and she said her goodbyes to her father and went into the bus. Curling into a seat, she began to sleep.
A hard jerk, that had her sprawling into the lap of a friend, woke her. She looked at the driver's seat in panic. The bus driver was knocked out, blood dripping down his forehead; she gasped and looked out the window. They were speeding in a forest….OH SHIT. She got up and held onto the seats as she tried to get closer to the front. A teenager and her child, that usually sat in the front were dead…they must have gotten hit from the side. She got up to the driver and slammed her foot on what she thought was the breaks…. All she then remembered was slamming into the glass, something hitting her back…and then darkness.
Coughing, gasping for breath, her eyes opened as she rolled over and began coughing violently. Blood splattered on dark brown tree roots. She groaned as she held onto her head as her vision blurred. When the spell was over she looked up and around. Sun peaked from the huge trees that surrounded her. She could hear the soft singing of birds in the distance and the scurrying of squirrels in the trees, as they jumped from branch to branch. She looked around to see her backpack, covered with glass shards and blood. She smiled in relief. The reached over and pulled it to her. Grabbing a bar and a drink, she settled down and looked around.
Where was she? Definitely not Florida. The trees were huge and looked healthy. No leaning to a particular direction, like a hurricane had never touched them. Floridian trees were always leaning somewhere and had that stupid kudzoo or that damned Spanish moss on them. But these trees didn't…hmm. She sneezed again loudly this time and loss her sense of self, which sent her reeling. Dammit…its either she was really sick or she had a concussion. Fuck, either was both bad. Especially if she was lost. She stood up sleepily and stuffed her trash in a compartment in her bag. Then she threw the bag on her back and set off, to go find some civilization.
"We're OFF to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of OZ, because, because, because of ALL THE WONDERFUL THINGS HE DOES! De Dum Num Dun Num DE DUM!" she said with a mischievous smirk as she left…little did she know, she had a LOT of things in common with that preppy little Dorothy at that time.
THREE DAYS LATER
"3 FUCKING DAYS 3 FUCKING DAYS! THRREEEE FUCKING DAYS OF HELL! I'M TIRED, BRUISED, CUT, AND SORE! THREEE FUCKING DAYS OF HIKING IN SOMEWHERE I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHERE THE FUCK I AM!" She ranted clearly irritable. She bit into another of her breakfast bars. She glared up at the heavens.
"DO YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY? I'M GLAD I COULD ENTERTAIN YOU, YOU BASTARDS AND BITCHES! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU ALL TO HADES!" she cursed at the heavens and then sulkily hugged herself in reassurance.
"I am getting home. Any FUCKING day now." She grumbled and then sighed.
"Liar…" She buried herself in her self-pity till she heard the twang of a bow. She turned around to see the bad end of a very sharp arrow.
"…Fuck." She looked to the owner to see a very beautiful man…a very, very beautiful tall man with POINTED EARS!
"AN ELF!" she almost cried in relief. Someone who was cosplaying! THANK GOD! She thought…well until the man began jabbering in a language she couldn't understand nor heard of…Damn. She blinked as the man then barked some sort of order. She looked at him confused. She then pointed to him, made her hand look as if talking and then pointed to her head and shook her head.
"I don't understand." She said in an apologetic voice. He studied her and then turned around and called out. Soon other very handsome men with bows and arrows and SWORDS appeared. Her eyes went wide with panic.
"AIEE!" she ducked down and swiped the man's legs out from under him and then grabbed her bag and sprinted off. Shouts of something like DARO could be heard. She paid no heed and continued to run like hell. Till, after a few appearances of the men behind her. She growled and threw her bag up a tree, which was caught by a branch. And pulled herself up, so that she could hide. Once hidden in the thick branches she looked down. There, she saw the men appear. Thank God she had made tracks that continue in the forest, and then tracked back, on her own prints so that they wouldn't realize, and then hid in the tree. They ran past and continued in the forest. She hugged her back tight, and leaned back…It was gonna be a long night.