Chapter 4
This is an I'm sorry persent from me to all my readers. Sorry I didn't know that the review button was down. So enjoy!
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Mary Allen was an announcer for the Beauty pageant at City Hall. So far tonight things had been anything but beautiful. She had to talk to much conceded women and some even girls. One red haired girl had gotten up and threatened to choke her with her bare hands. Tonight was a night she was going to the bar after work was over; if it was ever over. Then she came in. Her dress alone was enough to make her jaw drop but the purple bun and deep blue eyes and ash like skin was a killer. She made a reminder to ask the girl if it was real. While she was gaping at the girl she called out as Rachel she accidentally dropped her microphone and as she went to pick it up she switched her question cards with the hardest one. She wanted to see if this girl had brains as well as beauty.
Deep within a closet a shaded man sat thinking as he watched a small portable T.V. and a girl on its screen. He slipped a long knife out of one of his many pockets and tapped his chin with it as a normal person would a finger. Rachel. That was this angel's name. She was a perfect candidate for more than just his murder…
Raven slowly slipped from her wing as her name was called. A stage hand handed her a mike and just kept staring long after his delivery or at least until the stage manager smacked him on his head and dragged him off stage to the amusement of the crowd. Raven paused and set her feet down as she climbed up the steps as the announcer picked up her mike that she had dropped Raven hid a smile behind a pale hand. Then she turned to face the crowd as she sat down doing a very infrequent thing for her fellow Titans to see: smiling.
"Well let's give a hand for Rachel!" said Mary.
The crowd hooted and hollered and clapped.
"Thank you." Raven breathed into her mike.
For three years (before she found the Titans) all she had wanted was this kind of acceptance; just to walk by some one and not have them hiss words of how unusual she was. Now years later she found out that all it took was to hid your face with another; how quaint.
"Now," said Mary, "Your question. What is your opinion on feminists?"
Raven took a deep breath and begun, "My opinions on feminists vary. For one thing I can see why they do what they do. Day after day men look at women and see object and they treat them like dogs; not all men but some do. Now all women want is to be equal; to have a women president and other things that men think that we can't do. I for one would rise to a challenge like that; so would most men. Am I right? So I guess that yes, in a way I am sort of a feminist; is that wrong? I certainly don't think so. But people are entitled to opinions. But most people see one side of the story not the other. So look at the other side before you judge your neighbor, friend, or stranger!"
The crowd exploded with her answer and as she left her chair and existed stage right; smiling and waving, making every single person in the audience feel as if she was waving at them.
Even the judge were standing as she left and she could have sworn that she saw one of the judges wipe her eyes and blow her nose.
She pushed open a stage door and embraced the icy night wind that met her. Well she had done it. She made her way back to the hotel smiling and thanking people for saying how well she had done. She was in the lobby buying a bottle of water when she saw how inviting the pool looked. Without a second thought she went into the humid area stripped herself of her dress and plunged into the cool water. She floated on her back staring at the ceiling and, in a way, meditating.
"Were you that hot?" said Robin.
Raven shot out of the water and stared coughing trying to rid her lungs of the over chlorined pool water.
"What-" she paused as she coughed again, "are you doing here?"
"I was going to offer my utmost congratulations, you were fantastic!"
"Thank you," muttered Raven who had just become aware that she was in her underwear, as long as it was she was still embarrassed.
"Now as your agent, I suggest you get out of the pool before the press gets here," he teased.
"Fine by me," she said.
She grabbed a towel as Robin took her dress and escorted her to her room.
"Now we must part, but before we do here's where I'm staying if you need anything," he said as her handed her a card and her dress.
She entered her room, Jesse was not present, and hung up her dress. She then decided to take a shower seeing her hair was still in a bun, even though the clips and pony were lying on the bathroom counter. Ahh the magic of hair spray!
After her hour shower she left a note for Jesse thanking her for the dress one more time. Then she pulled back a sheet on one of the beds and laid down. The minute her head hit the pillow she fell into what must have been the worst sleep of her life.
It was a dream or a possession because the body she ran with was not her own. It was a girl in a white flowing dress and long brown curls surged over her bare shoulders. In one hand she held clear high-top shoes. And she was running from some one. Her mind swam with regret she should have gone back to the hotel instead of eating.
"Help me someone!" she called to the night. No one answered.
She backed away into an alley way. Two white gloved hands came from the shadow and firmly clamped themselves down on her mouth to muffle her scream. She struggled flailing her arms and legs at her unknown foe. Then she fell limp, like a zebra being pulled by a crocodile into a murky river of shadows. Then she was gone; the only thing left of her was her shoes and a pale hand jutting out of the shadows...
Well I hope you guys like it I did it in about an hour or so. Later readers!
