Okay this is my very first Fanfic so be nice! I know my spelling is horrible so don't have a go at me about it and if you have any suggestions please let me know.
I do not own anything except Anna Kyles and the story line. Please rate and review =)
The wind blew through the darkened streets of Gotham City as a young woman with long light brown hair and deep blue eyes hurried home from Isabella dance studio. The sun had set an hour ago and only a few streetlights flickered with life, most had been shot by the long run of criminals in the town. The young woman wore a brown overcoat to hide her red leotard and see through skirt, someone at her dance studio stole her street clothes again. She wore her ballet slippers on her feet and in her arm was a small black bag with her wallet and a dead phone.
She hurried past a camera Wayne Industries had put in for safety reasons and looked straight into the lens; her home was only just down the street and around the corner. She could hear footsteps behind her, she forced herself not to look back, and she might as well sign her death certificate if she turned around.
She picked up her pace, almost running until she finally reached her front door. She fumbled for her keys for a bit and struggled to get the key in the door with her shaking hands but with a shove, the door opened exposing her small house she called home. She walked down the empty hall and walked into her lounge room/kitchen. The room was filled with boxes marked "Anna Kyles, 16 Sparrow Street Gotham City"
She chucked her bag down on the lounge and strode into the kitchen and got a bottle of mineral water from her almost bare fridge. Anna had only just moved into Gotham, she wanted a fresh start in a place where she only knew about two people; Batman and the Joker. She smirked at the thought of those two infamous men and took a sip from the bottle and took off her coat and threw it over her bag. Her boyfriend wouldn't be very happy if he found out about her obsession with the dark knight of Gotham.
She walked down the hall and into her pale blue room and opened one of the boxes, looking for some clothes to change into.
Suddenly, three large men with clown masks broke down the door and grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream but they quickly bound and gagged her and pulled her out the back door. As they pulled her out, three more went back in with bottles of gasoline and matches. They soaked the entire house with gasoline and then they struck a match and the house was a flame.
Anna watched in horror as they pulled her past an ATM and into a black van where they pulled the gag off and roughly shoved a cloth soaked with chloroform over her mouth. She slipped to the floor unconscious before she could say a word.