A light in the dark
AN: this idea popped into my head whilst listening to Nobody's home by Avril Lavigne. Once again, I only have a small idea as to where this is going; I have no proof reader for this story, so there may be a few mistakes and grammar errors.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC Verity.
Chapter one- an odd way to meet:
A young girl aged eighteen walked on the grass verge of the virtually flooded A-road, not knowing where she was going, she had no preference, she just wandered, it was what she had been doing for almost three months now. Like a lone wolf, searching for its pack. The torrential rain forced he black knotted hair to cling to her head, her clothes stuck to her skin, only showing her slim frame. To slim. She was tired, her legs ached, but still she kept going; forcing herself to carry on. She hadn't worn make up for weeks, because of this she didn't need to worry about mascara running or eyeliner staining her face, not like other normal girls did. Everyone who would see her would turn away in disgust, she had gotten used to that. Her tattered military boots made a loud squelching noise as she walked heavily through the shin deep mud and grass. If you asked her, she wouldn't be able to tell you why she had run away, she had a perfect loving family, two brothers and a sister, her mother had re-married two years ago, and since then, she hadn't belonged. She was the eldest child, the second eldest, Cameron, was only twelve, then Charlotte and Cain, twins aged seven. She wasn't part of the loving family unit, forgotten in her room, or out at parties getting hammered and meeting strangers, she wasn't seen as the perfect little girl anymore, but the rebellious teenager that no one wanted. However, in the back of her mind, behind all of the hate and anger, she knew she was loved, so she really didn't have a reason to leave, but she felt she had to.
Her name was Verity Jones, and she didn't know it yet, but her life was about to become even less normal.
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Jess Parker's voice sounded throughout the ARC;
"Anomaly alert.26 stone street, Croydon."
Matt stood up putting his black box in his pocket,
"Thanks Jess." He said over coms, "ETA?"
"If you leave now, you'll be there by half ten."
Matt nodded to no one in particular and started to jog through the corridors of the ARC, he met Becker just outside of the armoury; he could've sworn the guy actually lived there, or at least was in there at about three in the morning until twelve at night. Becker gave a quick nod to Matt and made his way to the car park, Emily Merchant joined the two men in the car and soon they were on their way to Croydon, each one of them wanting to go home and go to bed.
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Verity was beginning to become sick of the rain that constantly pounded the useless hood of her oversized Nike jumper as she walked up the largely abandoned street, small alleyways branched off in all directions, she had noticed how dark they were and she didn't want to be near them, that would explain why she was now walking in the middle of the road, she glanced at her watch quickly; 10:23pm. This meant that she had a decision to make: stay nearby and try to find a place to bed down for the night, or keep walking and hope the rain stops, whilst she was debating her next move she had failed to hear the sound of a car approaching from behind. She jumped as the sound of the cars horn sliced through her thoughts, she moved out of the way quickly and nodded an apology to the dark haired man driving the very sleek pick up, a pretty, dark haired woman in the back seat gave her a small smile as the car sped past, Verity couldn't help but smile back.
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Captain Becker was both angry and shocked at the teenager he had almost killed minutes ago, she only looked about sixteen, so what the hell was she doing out in the pouring rain at half ten with nothing but a thin hoodie for protection from the rain? Becker shook his head; he had other things to think about, like locking the anomaly and going home to bed. He did, however, sneak a quick look in the wing mirror, just to check that the girl was alright, she had her head down and was walking as though she was on autopilot, still in the middle of the road. He caught sight of Emily behind him, only to see that she was looking at the girl too, a worried look on her face, she was obviously thinking the same as him; who was she? And why doesn't she just go home?
OK. This was just an opener, but if people like it I will continue. R+R