WE-HOY! Guess who's finally got her ass on fire and published her first fanfic!!

I'll give you hints, she's me, she's me, and she's no mighty with tons of power!

Legolas-oh, oh, I know, I know! YOU!

Navinomighty- clever elf! It's me!

Legolas-yey, I rule! What's my price?!

Navinomighty-you get the honour to read the disclaimer

Legolas- yey! I'm so honoured, can't just believe my luck! I'm gonna read THE disclaimer!.... Ehm... what's a disclaimer?

Navinomighty- no idea, it just sounded fancy and all those other has it, so I kinda just hoped you knew....

Well, well, anyhow read and review. And someone... please tell me what a disclaimer is?! Puppy eyesand don't ya worry, Legolas's stays out of this fic, he's just kinda been a voice in my head since ninth grade, he and that bloody Spike(Oh shut your gob).

Deadline

Melody, 16 years old and homeless, light blue hair and sparkly brown eyes. And in this very moment snatching a German tourists wallet successfully, even thought she felt pity for the German loosing all his golden cards and money, she had to do it, to survive. She sighted while putting the wallet in her shoulder bag with the others, then hastily leaving the area. It was in the middle of New York's daily rush, people pushing each other every direction in hurry. People filling every free space, people who didn't give a damn if they stepped over another person, people on the way their works, shops, museums. Melody looked at the watch dinging over her head by the clock shop, she was late again. Her boss was waiting, Melody usually didn't have the nerve to push other people around, but if she didn't hurry now, she wouldn't get any food. And the thought of another day without food, bed or warmth for the night gave her extra powers, mr Fowel, wasn't a man to fool. Heavy raindrops started to fall, and Melody started to run. More aggressive, hoping Mr Fowl to accept today plunder, images of Mr Fowls rage shoot trough her brain, the pain. She speeded up and got almost hit by a car while crossing a street, she felled scratched up her knees badly. But instead to give after to the pain, she ignored it and started to push her limits. She could feel the taste blood in her trout, and the air running out. She reached the latter and climbed up like a gracious tiger, and on the tenth floor she crawled in a broken window on the old block.

- MELODY! Mr Fowls voice filled the dusty hall like thunder, and even thought she hardly had gotten any breath again she rose and walked exhausted to the furious grey hooded man.

– Yes, sire? She mumbled and kneeled in front of him. – This is the third time this week you deliver late. Mr Fowl growled, she didn't answer. – I hope your plunder is more pleasing than last day, or else you know the rules. Yes, Melody knew the rules, late delivery, bad plunder and big mouths meant punishment. – Now, let me see. Mr Fowl sneered in a commanding hash voice, quickly Melody emptied her bag in front of his feet. Wallets in every shape size and colours smacked into the floor. Mr Fowler slowly picked them up one after one, emptied them. Keeping Melody in a nervous coma, she watched him count the money, and to her relief a big grin growing in the old mans face. Maybe she had a chance of forgiveness, and maybe get something to eat. After a long time of silence Mr Fowler stretched out and gave sign for one of the other kids to clean the table. Mr Fowler favourite boy Arthur, a fat kid with an arrogant face, swiftly took the job. Now Mr Fowler lent forward towards Melody. – Very good, very good, I'm willing allow you to eat today. The knot in her tummy broke up, and she gave a relived sight. – But. Mr Fowler continued and a sudden hasher tone. – You've still delivered late, which means no bed for you tonight. Disappointed she rose, bowed for her boss and turned to go for her food. – Hope to see deliver in time tomorrow my rose, or else. Melody stopped a second, how nice wouldn't it be to twist his neck? She forced herself to calm, and moved on to the next room. Here she went straight for the lunch tale and gathered her meal, old dry bread, dirty water and a half rotten apple. She knew the rules, she was not allowed to stay another minute here. Outside it still rained, and by a look on those grey clouds over her, it wouldn't stop before tomorrow. She forced the disgusting food down, back to work. Melody rose and prepared to run for the subway, when the world suddenly started to spin wildly, and she blacked out.

The body was like ice when she woke up, all alone in a dark back alley, the rain still pouring over her. The humble feast she had eaten before, laid in front of her. How much time had she wasted? She forced the world into focus and started to stumble in the direction of the subway. The streets were packed with people with umbrellas, making the way for Melody even more difficult. The rain made them even more hostel, and she almost gave up several times. But the fear of Mr Fowler made her force all the way to her goal. Inside the subway she had quite much luck, peoples big raincoats was easy to rob. But she soon understood that the guards was watching closely on every move, she swallowed her fears and kept her little business going until they started to close up on her. Trying to look normal she walked swiftly towards the exit, but they had already blocked it. – May I see what you have in your bag, young lady? A dark voice demanded and one of them walked towards, if they caught her now it was over. She still remembered last time they got her, pain, blood, torture. She backed backwards, but then the guard just speeded up. She felt like an animal trapped in a corner, and that what she was for them, just another wild pet to tame. No way, this pet was not to tame, Melody gave roar enough to make the guard to take a step back, and open a little entrance for her. Like a big cat she ran between them and out, the rain hit her cold skin like bullets. Behind her she could the heavy feet of two guards chasing her, even thought she was exhausted she kept running, until she managed to hide in a garden. Here she sunk together and the last thing she saw before fainting were the guards running by.

There! Have some mercy and wait, the story's gets better, just kinda had to introduce Melody.

So shall post next chappie has soon has I can :-)