Prologue:
A young girl stalks through the night, wearing tattered black clothing with months of wear. In her hand she holds a stick, which, as she arrives at her destination, she uses to draw a circle on the ground. She embellishes the circle with the proper markings then claps her hands together. She places them first on the ground, then to her neck, at the exact center. A red light bursts then she opens her mouth, letting out a sound so high pitched, the building before her begins to clamor to the ground beneath itself. She smirks then begins to walk back into the shadows as the wailing of military sirens burst through the air. Her job here was done.
Ch.1 Captured
Jasmine POV
I sit in an alley holding my precious prize. FOOD. It has been to long since my last meal, almost a week. Stealing food these days was just too hard. I begin to slowly eat the meal, not wanting to overwhelm my stomach (sp?). I hear quick footsteps, and begin to creep further into the alleyway.
"She went that way!" I hear a man yell; probably the man who'd left his stand unattended. While I scoot backwards I accidentally knock over a trash can, leaving it clattering to the ground.
"There she is!" Another man yells. I stand up and begin to run, knocking over more trashcans to slow down the cops. I turn down multiple bends in the way, trying to lose the cops chasing me. I end up at a dead end though, and find myself cornered not by the cops but by the military. Well shit. I think as they begin to walk in.
"Hands in the air!" One man orders holding up his gun, forcing me to comply.