A/N: *waves & chuckles nervously* Hello friends...
Okay, let me explain myself. For anyone out there who was actually anticipating the next part of Eyes On Me(if there was anyone)... I'm so sorry! NOT because I'm abandoning it (*exaggerated horrified gasp*), but because it's going to be on semi-hiatus for quite a while. Again, not because I don't like it anymore or I lost my inspiration or anything— in fact, I've got the general storyline written out somewhere— but because I'm EXTREMELY busy with schoolwork and life in general and all of that stuff comes before my stories. Unfortunately.
That said, I'm part pleased, part resigned to announce that I'm participating for the first time ever in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo)! *half-hearted cheers* It's a great thing in theory, but the month of November is already half over and I'm nowhere NEAR my word-count goal... *cries*
The "novel" I'm writing wasn't intended to be a fanfic, but, as I was writing, many of the characters ended up shaping themselves into DC personalities, so I decided to tweak some bits and insert names and post it, hopefully garnering some support along the way! Whether you liked it or not, please drop a quick review on your way out! I would greatly appreciate any feedback and/or encouragement...
Warnings: OC, overall crappy plot and grammar
Prologue
Shards of glass glittered in the still night air— tiny crystalline shapes spinning lazily to the ground— but the only soul awake and active at that dark hour was in no position to appreciate the sight.
She withdrew her hood, shaking out her short, dark hair as she stepped into the stifling warmth of yet another unextraordinary suburban two-story house. Cursing softly as she verified the glowing numbers on the silver face of her wristwatch, she slipped quietly and confidently into the master bedroom, where a young woman with tousled hair lay sprawled across the center of the full-sized bed. A black permanent marker appeared in her hand as she reached for the sleeping resident's left arm. Swiftly uncapping the marker, she carefully drew line after line of intricate symbols and characters on the underside of the young woman's wrist and forearm. She mumbled incoherently around the plastic marker cap between her teeth as she worked, the fateful words inscribed into her memory flowing easily from her lips. Within a few minutes the young woman's arm was covered in thick, slightly slanted black markings, and the silent intruder exited the house, hood pulled back up and recapped marker stowed safely in her pocket.
Checking her watch once again, the slim, hooded figure frowned as she ran towards the next building. It had taken far too long to disable the city's power generators and electrical systems. Now the time limit was fast approaching— and (predictably) she hadn't reached nearly as many targets as she had hoped. She cursed once more as she tripped unthinkingly over a pothole in the street and pushed her feet faster. At this rate, she'd be starting at an even greater disadvantage, with fewer allies and a much harder fight than she'd anticipated.
But, she mused as she skidded to a stop in front of the next house, that would only strengthen her resolve to win.
Taking a deep breath, she flicked back her hood, stepped forward, and drove her elbow through the window.
