Desperado
Desperado
Chapter 1
Angry tears ran down her face as she trudged down the street, the salty drops and pouring rain smudging her mascara. She ignored the thought that her heavy black makeup was ruined, and she must be a sight. Angry thoughts ran through her head: "How could they do this to me?! Don't they know ANYTHING about me?? Couldn't they have at least asked me about it beforehand??" But no, they just went and betrothed her to some random man she had never met, and when it was irreversible, they had gone and given her the ring, then said her wedding would be in two days! They hadn't asked her opinion, hadn't shown her the man, hadn't told her anything!!
Sam was a usually calm but fiercely independent individual, and so the sudden parental action shocked and angered her. Upon hearing the announcement, she had stormed to her room, grabbed a few female essentials and a picture of her and her friend, Tucker, and ran straight into her door. She cursed, and tried the handle again, but the door didn't open. Shit, her parents had locked her in. Well, no matter, she thought, and within two minutes she had produced a rope ladder and escaped through her window, which led her to her current situation, walking dejectedly through the rain. Little did she know, she was being watched by several darkness-cloaked pairs of eyes.
Lost in her own morbid musings, Sam didn't see the meaty man in front of her until it was too late. "Hey there little girl, what are you doin' here so late at night? Wanna help a poor guy?" he leered at her, while she stood stiffly in front of him. "Leave me alone, buster." She growled, trying to walk around him. However, another man materialized in her path. "What is it with losers and blocking my way? Move!" she cried. The men just chuckled at her, and the first one sneered "well, it seems we have caught a fiery one, hm boys? Isn't it nice to watch the light in their eyes die?" More men vacated the shadows, chuckling eerily and ogling her.
"That's it, you're history!" she cried, throwing herself at creep #1, whom she thought to be the leader of the gang. He merely smiled, however, and caught her fists in one hand, then brought his knee up into her stomach, and wrapped his free hand around her neck, winding her and effectively stopping her attack. Even as the grasp suddenly vanished and she felt herself pulled against a strong chest, she gasped for air as black spots began crowding out her vision. Just before she passed out, she though she saw a glimpse of glowing white gloves supporting her, and messy white bangs obscuring the remainder of her vision as the new person's head dipped down to ask if she was all right. Then her vision went black.
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Danny walked soundlessly through the ghetto, automatically swerving around the people in his path. Normally he was a tall, raven-haired boy with eyes like the sky and a good deal of lean muscle that he easily covered with baggy clothing. At the moment, however, his hair was snow-white and his eyes lime-green, and in place of normal clothing he wore a black hazmat suit with white gloves, boots, and D-in-P logo, not that anyone could see that when he was invisible, of course. At the moment, he was wandering the streets mindlessly, hoping for a ghost attack or something to happen to take his mind off old memories.
'Well speak of the devil' he though as in front of him, a gang materialized and surrounded a girl who looked about his age, with short black hair, a black-and-purple tee shirt, and a matching black miniskirt and purse. He rose a few yards into the air and silently observed the scene below. A large man, presumably the leader, wanted to take her with the group, and he could tell nothing good would come of that. Apparently she could tell, too, because she vehemently opposed the idea. He thought she was doing fine on her own and was going to stay undetected until he saw the ringleader easily overpower her.
He sighed, since he usually preferred to stay out of fights. For some reason, however, the girl seemed to attract him. So, he floated down and phased her out of the thug's grasp, pulling her against him and looking down at her to inquire if she was OK. When she passed out, he became worried, wondering if her injuries were more serious than he had assumed. Carefully, he adjusted his hold on her until he was carrying her bridal-style, then looked around. The ruffians started, wondering where the stranger had suddenly appeared from. They soon got over their initial surprise, though, and inquired as to whether he really thought he could just take her from them, and insisting that they got to her first. By way of answer, Danny disappeared, taking his new charge with him, not really heeding the gangster's startled gasps and frightened wails.
His attention turned to the girl still unconscious in his arms. Where was he to put her? He didn't know where her house was, and he didn't have time to go around knocking on people's doors asking if they knew where she belonged. Also, her injuries must have been bad, and he needed a place to examine them. He sighed for the second time that night, then rose into the air again.