A/N: Hey! If you have read any stories by me you are probably going to yell at me for not working on my Pirate's story, but I just couldn't get this one out of my head… he he? Hope you enjoy!

The sky was dark as a young woman gazed out of her window; she was waiting on her family to get home so they could go to the movies. You see Virginia was excited about a movie that was to start playing tonight, so excited that her mother and sister's decided to give her a treat and take her to see it. The movie was based on a television show that was her guilty pleasure. Not many kids her age still watched cartoons, or if they did they chose not to tell her. She was sixteen and loved watching the television show Avatar: the last Air bender. Her close friends were the only ones outside her family that knew, and one of them was three years younger, and liked it just as much… they were still working on her other friend.

She liked it because it didn't have a modern theme to it, though she depended heavily on technology she loved to watch and read stories that took place when they used candles for lights, rather than electricity. It fascinated her, though she knew she wouldn't be able to handle it, go through life without television? Her cell phone? Not to mention no indoor plumbing…

Virginia never liked to wear bright colors, unless it had black as a background. She wasn't one of those teenagers who hated color and was depressed all the time, far from it, she just didn't like to wear bright colors. She actually had a very… hyper personality, and often could be seen laughing at seemingly nothing. She was short. She knew that, she was only four foot nine, and it didn't bother her. What did bother her were people pointing it out. Like she didn't already know she was vertically challenged… idiots.

She wasn't skinny, she knew that too. She had curves, and plenty of them. She tried losing weight, she did, but somehow her stomach fat liked staying where it was, but head. She wasn't… big. She really didn't like to use the term fat, it was rude and lazy. She liked to think she was somewhere in the middle, sure she wasn't a toothpick, but she wasn't too big for her favorite jeans, so she supposed it all worked out.

She had light brown hair, though it often looked darker, mostly because she never spent enough time out in the sun, to bring out her natural highlights. She usually kept it in a half-up, half-down style with a braid or two thrown in. She had nice eyes… a mix between green and brown, green peeking through the brown.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when the front door to the apartment burst open, which she thought odd because she had been looking out her bedroom window for the last twenty minutes without noticing her family pull up, but she supposed she could have been lost in her thoughts, thinking about the fantastic movie she was about to see. She ran out of her room quickly, snatching her black, hoodless coat from her bed as she went by so she could be ready. As she stepped into the living room she froze, the door was indeed open, but the person standing in the doorway was not her family. In fact she knew the person from her work as a housekeeper at a local hotel; he worked there too, well used to until her sister fired him.

Her older sister managed a local hotel, she did a great job too, only she tended to have to fire people once and a while, as all managers must when a situation arises. The man at the door was named Bill, a nice man who worked housekeeping with Virginia, it just turned out that he was stealing towels, even after he was written up for stealing sheets. Needless to say he was fired, but he wasn't happy about it, he said that he needed the job so that he could support his family, and that could very well be, but the owners did not want him working there if he couldn't control himself.

The day he was fired he had told my sister that she should forget that it happened and just let him keep working, she said that she would like to, but her hands were tied up by the owners. He then proceeded to threaten her that if she didn't hire him back, it would be the very last thing she did. She called the police and he was taken away.

It had been a few months, she assumed he was in jail for something or other because he hadn't bothered them since he was driven away by the police, and frankly she didn't care to ask. Looking at him now though, she knew that the past months hadn't been good for him, he was unshaven and his clothes were torn, and even from across the room she could smell alcohol on him.

"Well, um… hi…" She bit her lip, he was just staring at her, and it was a bit unnerving and she seemed to just make it worse by giving the rather awkward greeting.

"Hello Virginia. Your sister around?" He had his head tilted, eyes trained firmly on hers, waiting for her response.

She licked her lips, not sure of what to say. She knew that if he wanted to know about her sister, then he was probably still angry about being fired, and she did not want anything to happen to her sister. "Nope, she left with mom to town; um… can I help you?"

He sighed, licking his own lips. "Well that's too bad… I wanted to talk to her or your mom… guess I'll have to talk with you instead…" With that he started walking forward, a hand straying towards a pocket in his jacket. "You see, no one wants to hire someone who can't get a good reference… Your sister won't give a good reference because of the incident at work. So I decided that I would see if she would hire me back… give her a little incentive to do so…" By this time he was half way across the room and had started pulling something from the jacket pocket, causing Virginia's eyes to widen, and for her to freeze up once more as she caught sight of the gun. "So what I am going to do is take something from her, and threaten to take more and more from her until she has nothing left. Unless she gives me a job, so I really am sorry for this, but you really do have bad luck, I was hoping I wouldn't have to hurt you."

She started shaking, a hand roaming to her coat pocket where her cell was, trying to dial 911 without taking it out of her pocket and giving her away. "Y-you don't have to… I-I can talk to her… g-get her to hire you back…" She started hyperventilating, stuttering as she realized the very real danger she was now in.

Bill shook his head, checking the gun as he pulled out a note from his other pocket, setting it on the coffee table. "Actually, I do. I will not take any more chances. That note will tell your sister all she needs to know." By then he had the gun up, Virginia was now backing up towards the bathroom in the hall, as he cocked the gun she turned and tried to run for it, though she gasped when she heard the gun fire, then a burning pain in her arm. She stumbled, falling to the ground and hitting her head against the corner of the bathroom door as she fell. She gazed up at Bill, the edges of her vision blurring as he drew closer, cocking the gun again. The last thing she heard before everything went black was the gun going off. The last thing she saw… a bright blue flash.

A/N: Hey! Hope you like it so far! Read and Review please! Be kind, it is only my second story!