This was written a couple of months ago as a tribute to the incredible OCDMess and her twific, Hit By Destiny. I enjoyed her tale a lot and I'm glad to see the end and the resolution as well as been given the opportunity to come along for the ride. I followed the story for most of a year and enjoyed it the entire time.
This story was written in the spirit of the uncountable times throughout story-telling history where I have seen protagonists harassed by a force or group unassailable by the means available to them. Well...I happen to know a character well-suited to putting a stop to things like that who doesn't shy away from doing things some would consider...morally reprehensible. So...if you've ever watched the underdog get crapped on and wished someone would swoop in and end it for them, this might be a story you'll enjoy.
I debated making this into chapters, posted it as a one-shot, then changed it to chapters on a friend's suggestion. So...yeah. Also, I played with rapid POV changes a bit so I hope suddenly switching perspectives isn't too jarring for you.
A note on one of the songs mentioned in the story. Psycroptic's "Initiate" from Chapter 5 felt uniquely appropriate to the subject matter contained within Hit By Destiny and so found its way into the story. If interested in listening...
www[dot]youtube[dot]com/watch?v=aO76RzDZb2Q
Lyrics can be found at www[dot]darklyrics[dot]com
The other song, Hollywood Undead's "City", inspired the closing scene in Epilogue.
Final note & warning: I intentionally and conspicuously left the plot thread involved Charlie Swan unresolved. This is an "alternate ending" type climax event for Hit By Destiny and I sort of wanted to leave the actual closing of the story to OCDMess' tale. Also, there is contained within some extremely graphic depictions of violence and death, some centered around teenage kids. If that offends or disturbs you...well...this is the warning.
The Random Atrocity
Light-bars atop police cruisers strobe and flash, a discomfiting sight even in the bright afternoon sun to the people milling around the park the cops had locked down. The decals on the sides of the cars said Forks Police Department and, as such, there were only a few cars in total.
The cops themselves were standing near a young man with bronze colored hair, head in his hands.
They seemed excited; he seemed defeated.
A man watches from across the park, idly smoking a cigarette with gloved fingers. Bright blue eyes glitter keenly beneath the shadows of the black hoodie he wears. He seems very intent on the attempt at law enforcement and, more precisely, the young man so downtrodden.
He smokes down the cancer-stick as he watches a young couple arrive to apparently give a witness report. They were both teenagers, near to the same age as the young man. A too-skinny blonde female draped all over a goofy-looking jock male.
The boy gives a bumbling greeting to a female cop, the only one who looked like she had a clue, and the couple is led away. The hooded stranger's inhuman hearing picks out the conversation from across the park and he stands, grinding the smoke under the heel of a black boot.
He already knew the young girl Bella Swan had been kidnapped; he wanted to know how far ahead of the cops he was to finding her.
He already knew where she was. Or rather, where she was going.
He figured he had plenty of time.
Casting one last look at the downtrodden boy with bronze hair, the stranger in black turns and walks away, eerily silent on booted feet.
It was time to go retrieve the package.