Streets Of Las Vegas
Date: December 8, 1995
The lifeless body of the teen stared coldly at Sara and she began to feel the fear overtake her. It seemed merely seconds ago she had seen the teen boy die but in reality it had been countless hours. In Sara's gut she knew she had to run, she had seen death on tv once, when she was five. Her parents had just got done beating her so she was left to lie on the floor facing the tv. The girl on the tv had died from a bullet to the head. After seeing it with her own eyes Sara realized the difference, death was cold, harsh, and fearful.
The only thing she could hear was her heart beating rapidly in her ears. With the decision made she packed up her old suitcase and took one last look at the teen, she then noticed the diamond tattoo on his neck. Funny how one question is answered and another pops up.
The last look was one that Sara would never forget. Engraved in her mind would be the teen boy who lost his life while being mugged. Most kids her age should have happy memories with their families, not memories of death and abuse. Going to a picnic or playing cars with your father, not hoping that today would be the day you wouldn't get hit for something so small and insignificant like forgetting to sweep. Memories are things that should be treasure not trying to be forgotten.
Looking back into the alley Sara saw a small opening to another alley and blindly chose to go through to the other side not knowing what would await her.
(Memory)
A dark black and brown Rottweiler growled angerly at Sara. The fangs of this great beast shown and drool hung loosely down its mouth looking like it swallowed a tennis shoe and the laces were hanging out. Around its great big neck rested a spiked collar latched onto a great big rusted chain. With its mighty body locked into a lunging position it tensed and lunged right at Sara who didn't even flinch.
The beast of a dog was choked back by its heavy rusted chain but continued to try to lunge at her. Dirt flew up from the dogs powerful legs and Sara calmly walked away with an emotionless face.
(End Memory)
The constant growling of a dog roared up from the alley making Sara stop dead in her tracksShe turned her head and found the source of the growl, a large Rottweiler just as two years ago. But this monster dog was bigger and meaner. Then out of nowhere a harsh voice boomed, "Back off!" Sara jumped at the voice and quickly looked around for the man that shouted. In the corner of the alley a tall dark figure stood.
When he stepped into the light his form was revealed. A man in his early twenties with black spiked hair and tattoo's covering his arms. His jeans were baggy and worn, a chain hung from his pants and a tank top covered his muscular form. Tattoos of all sorts covered his arms and neck and his eyes pierced Sara's like a knife. "Shouldn't you be at home little girl?"
Alright well there's chapter 2. The chapters may take a little while to be posted since I'm writing this as I go. So give me a good review and I'll update faster!