In a long forgotten house, sitting on a couch that was as much dust as it was cushion there was a girl who was, very quietly, losing her shit.
Kenzi Dotsenko (who was really more of a woman than a girl when it came down to it) hadn't had what most would call a "normal" life, even before she ran away for the first time. She had been an idiot back then and the cops had picked her up and dropped her right back off only a few hours later. What those cops didn't know was that Kenzi had been raised by drunks, gamblers and con- men; if there was one thing she knew how to do better than anything, it was learn fast.
Still, that particular skill wasn't really helping her wrap her brain around the video that was playing for the twentieth time on her phone. She was trying desperately to think of some logical explanation, it was just a little hard when there was a voice in her head screaming HOLY SHIT SHE'S EATING THAT GUY'S FACE!
Last night was such a blur- she remembered the hotel bar, and the creep in the elevator, but after that it was more like a dream than anything. It was only when she had discovered the video on her phone that she realized her freakazoid savior had not been a product of her imagination.
Unfortunately, the video cut out after about 20 seconds, so she had no idea if the creep was even still alive. Which, hey, was that really a bad thing? I mean the guy had been about to rape her. If he was dead, he couldn't hurt anyone else. She pushed the thought aside- now was not the time to get philosophical. She was alive, that was what mattered.
Wait- she was alive. Why was she alive? She had witnessed what was very likely a murder. From what she knew about murderers, they weren't to fond of leaving eye witnesses alive and kicking. If that chick had wanted her dead, she would be. Instead she in an abandoned house, phone and stolen wallets still on her, not even tied up.
Which meant...
"Holy crap. She saved me." That thought was a little harder to swallow than the psycho killer scenario- who killed a guy to save someone they didn't even know? That just wasn't normal. Then again, she was talking about a woman who literally had the kiss of death. Maybe normal didn't apply to her.
Feeling substantially safer, she took a moment to examine her surroundings The place had a serious crack-shack feel- all that was missing was a well with a basket of lotion. She stood up and walked as silently as she could across the hardwood floors.
"Hello? Uh...Miss...rescuer...person?" Silence. A quick walk through the house confirmed that she was was a piece of paper sitting on top of her bag that she hadn't noticed before. It was a note- short and to the point.
Try not to get roofed next time you go out. There won't always be someone there to save you. P.S Sorry I took your wig. Consider it a trade for the ride here.
Seriously? No name, no explanation, just a save and run? Oh hell no.
Whoever she was, this chick some crazy ass power and Kenzi wanted to know what it was. Not to mention she had saved her life (well, maybe not life exactly but that didn't make it any less of a big deal). That wasn't the kind of thing she could just let go. She had to find this woman; figure out what she was, thank her maybe become her crime fighting sidekick- whatever. She'd figure out what to say later.
She grabbed her bag and headed out.
The car she jacks isn't much- a pile of rust and yellow paint- but it was conveniently placed, and would get her where she needed to the vehicle in question wasn't even locked when she found it, so there was a very good chance it had been stolen before. It barely took a minute to hotwire the thing (grand theft auto wasn't really her style, but it payed to be a jack-of-all-trades in her line of work) and she was off.
The hotel bar she'd been in last night was new ground for her, pick-pocket wise, but she found it easily enough before circling back around to park the car a few blocks away. Maybe if she was lucky the parking lot she remembered being carried out of would be relatively empty.
Lord knows she wasn't the luckiest person in the world- what she had she earned (or stolen) and wasn't one to leave things up to chance. Chance, Fate, Destiny- these weren't elements Kenzi had never put stock in. She made her own luck, forged her own destiny.
What Kenzi didn't know- what she couldn't possibly have known- was that this time her destiny was being forged by someone else entirely.