It was a rainy and cold day int Mid-March in the city of Starling City. The rain pelted my windows in hard sheets, making loud pinging tones, almost making my ears ring. I was snug as a bug, in my one bed room apartment. I was curled up on my vintage and ugly floral couch, that had seen much love.
I was pouring over my notes for Microbiology, because I knew my teacher would spring a "pop" quiz upon us. Like that was fair to us college students, most of all were rich kids, who spent most of their time partying on the weekend. I had no social life, so all I got to do on the weekend was study.
Our Microbiology teacher, Mr. Denvers, was a complete hardass on us. He would mark us down on essay questions if we misplaced a damn comma! So, you had to be uber-careful when you wrote your notes and your essay. Poor hungover rich kids will be to out of their minds to study.
I was lucky, I was looked down upon by that society. I never was invited to parties, because I was a "commoner". It kind of bugged me, but it didn't at the same time. Who needed to have a social life, right?
People like me, were complete shut ins and had no social life outside of Mondays when I played Magic the Gathering at a local comic book store. So, that was my social event of my complete geeky life. So, my Fridays and Saturdays were spent in the realm of my studying. I was one of the smartest students at the school.
I always aced my microbiology pop quizes, not with an "A" but with a "B". Mr. Denvers had a terrible grading scale that would make Jospeh Stallon cry.
Taking a deep breath and placing my notebook down. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, knocking my reading glasses off. my back was starting to ache, being hunched over in that uncomfortable of a position for so long. The pains of studying and I was only 18, I had 3 more years of pre-med and another 4 of medical school.
As much as I loved science, learning about certain virues could be taxing on the mind and if they had long names it made it even worse. I also had this annoying kink in my back from keeping this annoying position, and they never said studying wasn't bad for the body!
My dyed black hair was kept up in a mess topknot, tha it would slip from the ponytail at any moment. My hair was thick and curly and had a mind of its own. Even coaxing it with a 80 dollar straightner, didn't work sometimes. so, needless to say my only opition was keeping it in a ponytail. Plus, I hadn't washed my hair in 3 day, so that my play a factor in it also.
I undid the not and made if sorta-neat on the top of my head, I know it looked like a bird's nest but it wouldn't get in my way. Once I was satified with my unrurly mess of curls, I made my way into the kitchen.
My fidge and cabinets were full of college kid cusine; cheap and full of empty callories. But that's what made it taste good. I had pizza pockets, Hot Pockets, Healthy Choice tv dinners, two half-eaten pints of Ben and Jerri's icecream and some other stuff that I couldn't remember and care not to. My cabinets held granola bars and pop tarts and spices and loads of ramen noodles and instant mac and cheese.
Sure, I know how to cook and cook well. But who had the time when you were a pre-med student? Plus, I burned callories at a high rate speed for some reason. I never seemed to gain weight.
I chose a bowl of cheddar flavored ramen and the random cow shaped kettle, filling the kettle ful of water. I then placed it on my little gas stove and turned the burner on and waited for the water to boil. I rummaged through my cabinets and settled on grabbing a sweet and salty garnola bar. I took a bite and closed my eyes as the taste rolled over my taste buds, I was such a foody.
Humming randomly to myself as I pondered over life, wondering what I should do or go out this weekend. Nah, I would probably spend another day studyding for that up-an-coming pop quiz I knew was looming over my head. The rain had seemed to stop to a low trickle and was almost soothing now.
The cow kettle let out a loud wail and signaled that my noodles were ready to be eaten. I finished up the rest of my chewy bar and poured my water into the noodles. I added to flavor packet to noodles and made my way to sit down.
I sat down upon a industrial metal barstool, that really didn't make sense to be in a kitchen. My apartment was a mix-match of different styles. I think some people call it "Shabby-Chic or something along those lines. To me it was a chaotic mix of garage sale and thrift store finds, that made my apartment. It suited my college student needs just right, who needed expensive furniture when I'd be moving in 3 and a half years?
I dug into my meal and closed my eyes, enjoying the yummy saltiness of the empty carbs as they rushed into my system. The sodium packed meal was the most popular in broke college students, no wonder why half of us would have high blood pressure in our 40s! My phone buzzed as it danced across the expanse of my false granite countertop. I unlocked my phone and stared at the screen for a bit, it was a text from my MTG buddy, Mike.
Mike texted me: Dude, come play LOL with us :P!
I shook my head and continued to dig into my meal. I wiped my hands roughly onto the pair of sweats that I wore and made sure not to get the screen of my phone dirty. I nibbled on the tip of my fork as I typed a response.
Me: Not into League of Losers, I like games with substance. With that, I tossed my phone back onto the counter and went back to eating. I knew mike would be ticked at me for trashing his beloved game series. But I didn't care, I didn't like the set up of that game. It just didn't click right for me, the fact that I didn't even want to get past the tutorial was something.
My phone dinged off, playing the victory sound for Final Fantasy. Mike texted back: Game snob. :(
I sighed and hastily texted back, the sound of my fingers touching the screen. I decided on a snarky response: You know it bae :P.
With that, I placed my phone back down upon the counter and continued to eat. Once my phone buzzed again and I got a "ha, ha" from him. Then it ceased to even move, I looked at my phone and stared at the wallpaper. I had a shirtless picture of Chris Henswort on it. Man that guy was pretty much from age 18-40's wet dream. The fact that he played one of my favorite comic book characters was the icing on that sexy-as-hell cake of his. I marveled at the half-naked sex god a bit too long, because I had a bit of fan girl slobber out of the corner of my mouth. I wiped the drool off my chin and carried my dishes into the sink, tossing the spoon into the sink and the container into the trash.
My back was still pretty stiff from me sitting and studying. I decided it was time for me to take a bath. Once I was in the shower, I washed my nasty curly hair and shaved my dangerously hairy legs. I came out of the shower feeling like a new person, and probably smelling alot better too. I padded my way into the ensuite bedroom that I had, which was decked out in all sorts of video-game and nerd motifees.
Going to my medium sized closet, which was surprising stacked with a decent choice of clothes and some were even in style too! I chose a royal purple crop top with long sleeves and a scoop neck, black and plaid girl boxers and some black and purple knee-high socks. I pulled my curling hair into twin pig tails and made my way to the livingroom.
Once in the livingroom, I picked up the remote and turned my tv to reruns of I Love Lucy, playing on a local cable channel. I plopped on the couch and began to once more. Two more hours into the study session I could feel my stomach beginning to growl once again. I let out a litlte sigh and placed my book down. My body burn callories extremely fast, which kind of annoyed me at times. I glanced over at the cable box, that read 10: 25 pm. I went into late-night forage mode as I raided my cabinets for something to eat. I found some cinnamon flavored Life ceral and grabbed a rainbow ceramic bowl and poured some skim milk into the bowl and began to eat. I sat at my usual barstool and ate. I could hear that the rain had seemed to stop.
Once I had finished my snack, it was 10:40 and I knew I needed to do some light house work. It took me 20 minutes to finish all of the light chores, I had around the house. With me being gone for college and things like, I kept a pretty neat house. But it wasn't as messy as some kids my age could be. I looked back at the clock and it was a little past eleven o'clock and I decided I would turn in for the night. I made my way to the couch and slipped my notes into my Microbiology book, and closed it. I placed that and some pens onto the small wicker coffee table that I have. I knew it was supposed to be meant for outdoors, but it seemed to work for me.
I didn't even stiffle the loud and obnoxious yawned that left my lips as I stretched, and made a small little dash to my large matress. I fell into the soft pillowiness of my queen size bed. I pulled the warm and lavander smelling black and cherry blossom cover over my body. I snuggled into my pillow and let out another un-girly yawn. I felt myself starting to drift off as soon as my head hit the pillow.
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BANG
BANG
-Groan-
I was awoken by someone making loud ass noises near me. I shook my head and burried it back into my pillow. The sounds got even louder. Could I be getting robbed? I jumped up, and flung my sheets off of me, I looked around my room for a weapon. I eyed my baseball bat that I had bought, just incase I had an incident like this. I ran to get the back, and managed to get a leg twisted in a sheet, making me trip and I made a loud THUD sound.
'Shit, nice going Willow' I scolded myself in my brain.
If there was robbers inside my house, they would be getting my Xbox and other game systems, plus the 60 bucks I had to my name. I managed to untangle my self from my blanket and crawl to my baseball bat that was in the corner. My hands wrapped around the grip and I used that to propell myself up. I walked cautiously, using my ears to pick up on any noise that could be heard.
Bang
Bang
-another groan-
It sounded like it was coming from my fire escape/balcony area. This place was attached to my room. That meant the robber/assaulter could be getting ready to pounce. I wasn't in the mood to get assaulted. I gripped my bat and made my way to the window. I spoke out. "Hey asshole, I have a bat and I'm not afraid to whack your balls to the moon!" I yelled, adding as much threat in my voice as I could. I was shaking on the inside, I was kind of afraid. But the adrinline running through my system had picked the "fight" side of Fight vs Flight response.
I paused for a few minutes and I heard nothing and decided to go back to bed, but something nagged me not to go back to bed. I stood paused by the window, as I looked out and saw a faint outline of what looked like a human. It also had started to rain again. I picked up my bat again and began to speak. "If someone is out there, make a noise or I will crush your skull in!" I said, this time I was shaking even more. I continue to stare at the figure on my fire escape. i let out a startled little yelp, when it moved and a hand banged on my window.
Lightning flashed and the outline of the male who was dressed in a green hood and looked from the dim flashes of light to be holding his side. From what I could make out from the light flashes of light, I could tell that he was injured. He didn't need to be out in this weather.
"Shit, why me?" I asked as I popped open my window.
"I'm hurt," was all I heard the hooded male say as he then slumped over and laid on the cold wet metal grating of my fire escape.
My window was large enough for me to step out, so still carrying my bat I did so. I fet the cold of the wet rain hit the bare skin of my belly, and I repressed a shiver. The rain was freaking cold, but I didn't need to worry about me. I possibly had a dead body on my hands and a muderer could be on the loose and I'd be screwed. I took a deep breath and shook my head. I knew I needed to help this male out, what kind of future doctor would I be if I didn't? Damn why couldn't I have been a writer or a graphic designer in the future?
I reached down and looked at the male, in the dim street light I could make out a large dark stain on his side. He probably had recieved some sort of stab would or slash to the side. There was no way of knowing until I brought him in my apartment. I knew I was risking my own safety, but there was something nagging me in the back of the head to do this.
I listened to that voice. Being sure not to how to transport the male that seemed even in this dim light not to be very light for me to carry. The cold rain and chill of the night was seeping through my attire, making my decison brasher. I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around the male and began to drag him into my apartment. It was a hard task to do, he wasn't so light. I let out small little grunt noises. I heard him let out little grunts as I accidently banged him against the window. I winced and said a quick "sorry" and went on with my mission. Once I had him into my apartment I didn't know what to do with him.
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A/N: New story Idea that I had been working on in my head for about a couple of weeks. Based off the series Arrow, I just started watching it. The fact that it ties with the Flash, was pretty cool. So, I decided to make a character for it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it :D
-Killermuffins.