A/N: Would you believe that this was part was a dream? I donno, I'm just depressed and might as well get it out of my head.
Note: This is a revised edition from the previous. Some details were edited out and some were added.
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Chapter 1: Hollow
The night was cold, dark, moonless with the wind breathing vigorously into every crevasse the little city had; it was the type of city with death spelt on walls and despair on its sidewalks. Light droplets of rain made their way onto the fractured, old cement. In the same time, those droplets of rain ran down the face of a young, broken woman who leaned by the wall and gasped for air. A hand was placed on her heart while the other wiped away the tears of the sky and her own bleeding tears. The young girl was frightened as shadows danced on the walls as cars roared by. Gathering herself once more, she pushed herself off the wall, commanded her legs to move as fast as they could… to escape from this dreadful place. She wanted to talk to somebody—anybody that was willing to help her out of this uncertain predicament. This was not Mission City; this was a city far into the desert where it was almost forgotten by the rest of America. The city was infested with crime, prostitution and the works which made the city true to its name: Mortis. She ran though alleys, stepped in every puddle and even fell, face first into shrapnel. She didn't care; she quickly picked herself up and ran. With each step, she turned around hoping the shadows had lost her. She heaved, coughed and even swore but she knew, she had to escape before her clothes would be ripped and she forced on to her back. She had experienced it before and hopefully, she wouldn't need to experience it again.
She continued to run, forcing every bit of energy into those strides escaping the evil from behind. Running away from home was already hard enough but it only got worse when she mingled with the wrong type of crowd along with the wrong type of job. She knew, running through the heavy sheets of rain, pushing every droplet aside that she needed to live or die trying. With every step, she cursed everybody that was apart of her life until they all betrayed her; sold her out just to pay the god damn rent. The physical and mental abuse was visible on her face as she cringed thinking about those unwanted memories evaporating from the back of her mind.
Coming to a complete halt, her eyes adjusted to the vehicle parked in front of her, motionless with raindrops slid down the monstrosity.
"Thank god a cop car." She thought, forcing her thin legs to move again even though they begged for her to stop.
Her fingers opened the door without a second thought. She curled in the back seat, panting from the tiredness that finally settled into her lungs. She believed she was safe, until she heard a clicking sound. She bolted up, about to attack with verbal abuses but then she realized; there was no one in the driver's seat or the seat beside it. Her guts began to twist inside her, forming unbreakable knots while her heart seemed to beat slowly with each second passing by.
"What the hell?" was all she managed from her ghostly white lips.
A hologram of a man appeared with a smile knotted onto his face, "Boo."