A/N: Hello, Rainbow here! I am currently working on two FF's, however on my other one (also for Percy Jackson) I'm letting more people submit their OC's, so I decided to start another one; this one. I'm not sure what is going to happen in this FF, but I'm just going to go with the flow.
Sorry this chapter is so short. It was going to be longer, but for some reason it just... isn't. I swear on the river Styx that the next chapter will be longer! Honest!
Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Only my OC's and plot, which totally exists! Please R&R.
Chapter One
Shoving my earphones in my earphones, Machinae Supremacy sung to purple-and-black striped hoodie sheltered my choppy black hair from the rain that was battering down upon the world as I marched home, careful not to get lost in the streets of Manhattan – I had just moved over from Britain, and was still trying to adjust to American culture.
Eventually, I managed to manoeuvre my way around loads of people and was in the elevator, on my way up to my father. After a few minutes, the doors slid open and I marched out, my doc martins gently thudding against the cream carpet. I turned a corner and impacted with something that sent me sprawling to the ground, the smell of dirt and death – if that had a smell, but not the rotten kind – filled my nose.
"Sorry," a voice said. I raised my head by a fraction to see a pale hand held out to me. My fingers curled around his wrist and he pulled me up. I gasped at the icy coldness of his touch, but was soon face-to-face with the boy who I bumped into. He had dark, haunting eyes, pale skin and messy black hair that hung over his eyes; his clothes were equally dark: black hoodie, black skinny jeans and grey sneakers. Pulling my hand from his cold grip, I looked down at the ground.
"T-thank you," I muttered, and hurried to my apartment, not looking black. My hair fell into my eyes, and I sighed heavily as I pushed it back.
Reaching into my hand-shaped handbag, I pulled out the keys to the door and opened it wearily, just to find my dad sitting on the sofa, not moving with his head in his hands, shaking.
This was going to be a long night.
A/N: Again! Sorry it's so short! And the ending wasn't as dramatic as I had hoped. Hmm. Anyway, the next chapter will be better, I swear (more like, I hope.). I should probably plan this story out. But hey, where's the fun in that? But, seriously, it will be better. And I've just realized, I haven't told you the girl's name, but that will probably come in the next chapter. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to make a zombie snowman.
Peace,
Rainbow.