Now You See Me
Chapter One
The rain poured down over New York City. Most people would have raced into their homes as soon as it started, but the pale dirty-blond haired girl with the light blue eyes had no choice other than to stay out in the freezing weather and attempt to gain cover under a bus stop. She blew gently on her frozen fingers, hoping to regain a little feeling in her hands. But it was so cold that no sooner had she put a little bit of heat in them when the icy winds would blow once more, meaning that she was wasting her breath.
After a while she gave up on this, instead deciding to just shove her hands under her arms and hope for the best.
"Hey kid! What you think you're doing in my shelter?!"
The girl recognised the voice of Klode, the feared mugger and made a break for it while she could. She knew better than to try and bargain or reason with him. The bruises from their last 'chat' still hadn't faded.
"Yeah, you better run bitch!" Klode's bellow alerted her to the fact that he knew who she was. Not that it mattered. He'd beat her if he got the chance, reason or not.
As the girl turned down a pleasantly lit street, the storm worsened, making her almost wish that she had taken a chance with Klode. Her stomach twisted painfully, reminding her that she hadn't eaten for ages. She tried not to think about it as she walked, concentrating instead on putting one foot in front of the other. Left, right, left, right…
"Well, would ya look at that, boys! It's that bitch from Brooklyn!"
Damn. Gerald's gang. She started running, knowing that this would only buy her time rather than let her escape.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
"Yeah, come back!"
"We won't hurt you… much!"
The calls from the gang echoed at her as she raced down the street. She could hear their footsteps coming closer and knew that it wouldn't be long before they caught her.
Micky, the fastest boy in Gerald's gang reached her first. He grabbed her shoulder roughly, causing her to jerk to the side. She used the momentum of the pull to swing round and smash Micky in the side of the head. He cried out because of the pain and released her arm in shock. She wasted no time in setting off again at full sprint. She could hear the gang gaining on her so in desperation she dived over a hedge and sprinted to the door. When she reached it, she pounded on the wood as hard as her sore fists would allow her to, praying that the resident was home.
She had been hammering for about three seconds when the door opened.
"Please help me! I'm being chased and I-" she was cut off as someone grabbed her shoulder and threw her backwards onto the ground.
She hit the ground hard and her head whipped back and slammed against the concrete. Her vision blurred before focusing on the face leering at her from above. Gerald.
"Stupid bitch. Think you can bash my men and get away with it?" He straddled her chest, pinning her arms to the ground with his legs. She struggled, pretty sure of what was going to happen next.
"I'll teach you a lesson that you won't be forgetting for a long, long time."
He drew his arm back, forming his hand into a fist. She shut her eyes tight and prepared herself for the impact.
It never came.
Seconds before his fist connected with her face, he was wrenched off of her and thrown to the ground beside her. A foot rammed into Gerald's side making him groan with pain. The girl lifted her head up to see who her hero was. Her vision flickered with black spots, but she could just make out a dark silhouette of her hero, single handedly taking on the gang. Her head lanced with pain when she tried to move it, so she lay back and closed her eyes.
The last thing she heard before slipping into unconsciousness was a voice saying something about never coming back. A voice that, oddly enough, was laced with the same accent as her own.
