Introduction
It was just another passing day for the inhabitants of Chicago, people hurriedly travelling to and fro as they rushed to fulfill the day's demands. Pedestrians moved about, alternating between filling and vacating the streets, the irregular sequence dragging on as the sky darkened. The roaring current of people steadily declined into quieter waves, all completely oblivious to an unseen observer's gaze.
Illuminated in moonlight, a lone figure perched on one of the city's numerous rooftops, watching them with fading interest.
Mismatched eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Look at them. Roaming these streets at night. What business could they possibly attend to at this hour?" It was a question that she already had the answer to; given her history, she knew very well what occurred during the night, but she pushed those thoughts away, resuming her task of watching the quiet streets below.
Almost lazily, she stretched, deciding to end her role due to the boredom it brought. Rising to move to another spot, a chilly wind greeted her as she stood, a slight shiver running down her spine while the wind tousled her long raven hair. It was nearing winter season and she surely wasn't dressed for it. Her way of dress insulted the concept of normalcy; torn jeans revealed ripped lace tights hugging her pale skin while her torso was covered in a light sleeveless sweater. A long black scarf was wrapped around her neck, the elongated tails resting at her back. The only accessory she wore that wasn't in need of repair was a pair of high-tech headphones that sat on her head, covering her ears. Small feet were clad in thick black boots as mobility and durability was greatly favored over fashion.
The weather had no drastic effect on her appearance; it was the reason why she got so many weird looks whenever she walked the streets. Such stares caused paranoia and given her reputation, she quickly found sanctuary among high places. One can never be too careful, even if she was feared and had instilled it in others, that didn't mean rival fixers wouldn't try to press their luck. Fixers. She growled. She couldn't stand them— they were desperate, conniving dogs who would stoop to any level for money and that was something she had no toleration for. They'll hurt or kill anyone for the right price. Sure, she had spilled blood many times before, but her victims were never innocent. She wouldn't hold a candle to them.
Holding in a deep breath and releasing it a moment later, the girl calmed herself, taking in the sight of the city. The bright lights, billboards and even the lone CtOS tower that stood far off in the distance captivated her. It was soothing to her, a smile pulling at her lips. It was during this time she had come to appreciate the beauty of The Loop. Her slow walk escalated into a full sprint; graceful movements on par with a feline's as she leaped, twisted and vaulted over obstacles, brightened countenance and sparkling eyes rivaling the moon's glow.
Not much of an intro I'll admit, but I assure you, things will pick up in the other half of this chapter. That I promise you. I'm very indecisive on what point in time this tale take place due to he possibilities so I decided to introduce my first OC first. The length of the next chapter will dwarf this one since I tried my hand at experimenting.
I've read countless works on here and I've never thought I would be posting anything here many years later. It's like stepping on a train that might derail...but at least it'll be one hell of a ride huh? Please be patient with me...English isn't something I excel at cause writing works of this sort is definitely not my forte. Wish me luck!
