Wake The Dead
By: Madame Reject
Disclaimer: I own Maryse Russet.
Rated: M (adult language, content, violence, drug use, etc.)
Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama
Type: The Crow: City Of Angels
Pairings: Ashe/OC, etc.
Chapter One: What Was That?
A/N: This is my first Crow story. I am trying hard on it, so don't worry. I hope you all enjoy. The first chapter is a introduction to my character. Speaking of her, her name is pronounced "Mah-reese".
More stuff will come up in the other chapters.
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Los Angeles. One of the most melencholy, tragic, run-down cities of the United States.
They call it the city of angels. But in all truth, nothing about this place was angelic. There was no angels in the city of angels. Not at all. In all my life that I've lived here, I've never seen anything amazing or fantastic happen. That one something that gives a brighter side to the life that just withers away, day-by-day. No, it's all just the same.
If you got the chance to move out of here, you'd be considered lucky. But most of the poeple wouldn't even try to get out of here. They're chained down by their own self-pity, addiction, hatred, or sadness. Los Angeles was like everyone's heroin. Addicting, deadly, dependent. Most of the ones who are here will most likely die here, whether they liked it or not. They want to get away, but they can't. Los Angeles is the cancer of America.
Walking the streets of this city is like gambling with your own life. You always have to watch your back. There's always that one chance that you just lose it all.
Every one second, someone is killed.
Every three seconds, a car is stolen, or hacked into.
Every ten seconds, someone is kidnapped or raped.
Every twelve seconds, someone is mugged.
Fortunately for me, I'm one of those that manages to blend in with the rest of the crowd. To remain unseen and unheard, but by only those that are close to me. Who am I, you ask? Well that's simple. My name is Maryse Russet.
Some people that first meet me ask if I'm famous because of my name. They say that it sounds like someone that came fresh out of Hollywood. Hah, no, I'm not famous. Not even close. Probably the one thing that comes near to 'famous' or 'fancy' would be the resturaunt that I work at uptown. That's it.
I think, may be it's good that way. Why? Because a lot of those stars that are up on billboards, or have their names up in lights, are just wrapped up in their own fantasies.
But then again, what is reality anymore?
What is normal?
These are the questions I ask myself everyday. But I never seem to get the answer. Oh well, may be some day.
Speaking of me working, as I walked down from the Clique, I travelled down into the parking lot to my car. It was getting late, and the only thing I wanted to do now was go home. It was getting chillier by the second, so I tried hurrying up, fast.
Suddenly, something flew passed me, brushing roughly on top of my head I jumped up out of surprise. It scared the shit out of me so much, that I accidently had dropped my keys. I beant down and picked them up, then tried to see what hit me.
But all I saw, was a black crow, flying into the darkness of the city.