She felt as if she had been hit over the head multiple times with a
crow bar. The splitting pain in her head was no match to how cold she felt.
It felt like she had been laying all night in the snow with nothing more
than her regular street clothes on. That was because, she had in fact been
lying in the snow all night without much more on than her shorts and a tank
top. She had also been hit multiple times in the head (though it was a
broken chair leg rather than a crow bar.) She tried to push herself up on
an elbow and instantly fell back into the white slush when her muscles
screamed in protest.
"Ouch... My head..." She managed to mumble, more than likely it wasn't intelligible, she didn't notice, even if she did she wouldn't have cared.
It wasn't hard to see her figure lying in the white waves of snow; her dark brown hair and green shirt helping her stand out. Good thing she was wearing such a vivid color as she was, or else it may have been hard to see her complexion in the snow, which was as pale as a full moon in autumn. She was unbelievably hungry, which she would have noticed if it hadn't been for the footsteps that were walking steadily toward her. She didn't bother to open her eyes; she couldn't open them if she wanted too, anyhow. She just listened to the crunching snow; not really able to comprehend that she may actually get some help. Then again, she wasn't quite sure what was going on.
Whoever had been strolling past on that seemingly normal January morning was suddenly observing the teen lying in the snow, the birds singing cheerfully as if nothing was out of the ordinary. It wasn't as much as finding a girl lying in the snow, which is what most girls in the area did early in the morning while making snow angels or talking with friends, it was more of the lack of clothing she had. Not to mention the rather large cut near her temple, which gave the perfect white blanket of snow around the chestnut brown hair a deep scarlet color. The scarlet in the snow was no match to the man's flaming red hair. He ran a hand through the tousled locks, which fell every which way into his face and eyes. His blue jacket was open even though it was almost forty degrees, the white shirt underneath it not buttoned correctly and just as messy as the rest of his suit. He held an un-light cigarette hanging from his bottom lip, for at the time he saw her he was getting ready to light it.
"Ah, the joys of Monday mornings..." He muttered sarcastically as he approached the girl. His icy blue eyes looked down on the girl, the look in his eyes even more chilling than the snow itself. "What have we here...?" He kicked her lightly as he tightened his ponytail, his kick made her groan and try to move, which wasn't easy for her at all. This letting him know she was still alive, he slowly lifted her and, in spite of his careful movements to lift her, slung her over his shoulder. He glanced around silently, sighing as he began to head back to the small cabin in which he came. Well... there went his morning at the bar.
---Authors note---- It seems rather small, but, in any case, there it is. The start of my first fan fiction. Read and review for me! If you like it I will continue.
"Ouch... My head..." She managed to mumble, more than likely it wasn't intelligible, she didn't notice, even if she did she wouldn't have cared.
It wasn't hard to see her figure lying in the white waves of snow; her dark brown hair and green shirt helping her stand out. Good thing she was wearing such a vivid color as she was, or else it may have been hard to see her complexion in the snow, which was as pale as a full moon in autumn. She was unbelievably hungry, which she would have noticed if it hadn't been for the footsteps that were walking steadily toward her. She didn't bother to open her eyes; she couldn't open them if she wanted too, anyhow. She just listened to the crunching snow; not really able to comprehend that she may actually get some help. Then again, she wasn't quite sure what was going on.
Whoever had been strolling past on that seemingly normal January morning was suddenly observing the teen lying in the snow, the birds singing cheerfully as if nothing was out of the ordinary. It wasn't as much as finding a girl lying in the snow, which is what most girls in the area did early in the morning while making snow angels or talking with friends, it was more of the lack of clothing she had. Not to mention the rather large cut near her temple, which gave the perfect white blanket of snow around the chestnut brown hair a deep scarlet color. The scarlet in the snow was no match to the man's flaming red hair. He ran a hand through the tousled locks, which fell every which way into his face and eyes. His blue jacket was open even though it was almost forty degrees, the white shirt underneath it not buttoned correctly and just as messy as the rest of his suit. He held an un-light cigarette hanging from his bottom lip, for at the time he saw her he was getting ready to light it.
"Ah, the joys of Monday mornings..." He muttered sarcastically as he approached the girl. His icy blue eyes looked down on the girl, the look in his eyes even more chilling than the snow itself. "What have we here...?" He kicked her lightly as he tightened his ponytail, his kick made her groan and try to move, which wasn't easy for her at all. This letting him know she was still alive, he slowly lifted her and, in spite of his careful movements to lift her, slung her over his shoulder. He glanced around silently, sighing as he began to head back to the small cabin in which he came. Well... there went his morning at the bar.
---Authors note---- It seems rather small, but, in any case, there it is. The start of my first fan fiction. Read and review for me! If you like it I will continue.