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Changing Your Fate

God damn it, rain. The one freaking day I forget my umbrella. Argh. This is just perfect. Today was not Charlotte's day. From the moment she woke up she has been fighting an unforeseen force. So far the list of holy shit's, 1st - stubbed her toe on her bed frame, 2nd - Split her morning coffee on her scrubs, 3rd - creepy building janitor "accidently" touched her boobs, and 4th - walking to her car without an umbrella in a downpour. Yup, life was fantastic. Finally reaching her car, she sighed in relief. Please god, please just let me have a normal rest of the evening. Before she turned her vehicle on, she grabbed some tissues trying to wipe her face off. Seeing as that failed too, she put her head on her steering wheel, and just held her head there. She took slow deep breaths, definitely not in the right mind to drive. I'll probably drive off the cliffs and end up in the ocean. Yea, that would be fitting.

Since she was about 17 Charlotte has been on her own. Family kicked her out when she refused to stay home, get married to an "approved" boy. They didn't want her to go to college. Which was so confusing, it's not like they are having to pay for it, she got a scholarship to the University of Maine. She always thought that her parents wanted her to get out of this small town, and make something of herself. Her dream was to be a labor and delivery nurse. Her parents might have won that battle, but Charlotte didn't get a free ride to college for being stupid. Realizing that her parents were kicking her out 2 months before the first semester of college, it was going to put her in a tough spot, where her parents would have succeeded and kept her from leaving Millinocket. So she called the administrator's office, and explained to the dean of admissions what happened. Luckily she was a sympathetic and educated woman. She made a deal, she would allow Charlotte to stay with her until the dorms were open for new students, and while her scholarship paid for education, books, and board, food and every day items were a students responsibility. So she even arranged for her to have a part time job in the admissions office as a filer. That's how she made it through 4 years of college, and not having to give up her dream.

It took 4 years, but she graduated top of her nursing class. Karen Mitchell, the dean of admissions that helped her out when she had nowhere to go, was the only person that was there for her to watch her walk across the stage. Her parents, and immediate family kept true to their word, since she left them to go to college against their wishes, they refused to speak with her, or see her. But getting that diploma was by far the best moment of her life. Charlotte made an even bigger decision, she applied for every major hospital in the warmest, farthest part of the USA. Florida all the way to Hawaii. She just wanted to be as far away from Maine as one could get. After several phone interviews, The Queen's Medical Center in Honolulu was the one that had the best offer. Not only did she get the top salary for a newbie, but they offered to pay for her moving expenses and set her up in an 1 bedroom apartment near the hospital, and would pay for her first 6 months of rent. That's one hell of a deal. While the Waena apartments weren't the best, it was just enough for her. It's not like she needed a lot of space, it was just her, and maybe a fish. That was just under a year ago.

Finally calming down, Charlotte started the vehicle and made her way home. Stopping at the local noodle shop, grabbing herself a quick dinner. Finally reaching her home, she locked the door behind her. Heading to the restroom, she took off her scrubs for the day, and got into the shower. After the long and crappy day she had, she needed to wash it away. Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around herself. Damn girl, you look tired. I'm going to get some really good sleep tonight. Tired maybe, but she was still beautiful. Standing 5'3, natural golden blonde hair, and deep emerald green eyes. Her skin, while a pale white, she has tanned up a little since living on the island. Finally done brushing out her hair, she stepped into the bedroom and put on her yoga pants and a pink tank top. Man I'm starving. Being able to sit on her little loveseat and eat her noodles was awesome. Putting on the news while she ate, enjoying the peace and quiet. Looking over at the clock, 6:30pm. She'd be heading off to bed soon, luckily she didn't have to work for the next 3 days. She really needed to have a few days of doing nothing, her brain was turning into mush.

Heading off to bed around 7:15, Charlotte snuggled into bed. Drifting off to slumberland didn't take her long.

It was the turning of her door that made her jerk awake. The building janitor always said he would fix it because it sticks, but instead of making time to fix it, he only seemed to find time to leer at her. Keeping her breathing under control, she slowly got out of bed. Where's my phone, omg, I left it on the counter. FUCK. Looking around her room, all she saw was a bat. Really?! I'm going to die. Gripping the bat like it was the holy grail, she crept out into the living space, this is stupid, this is stupid. Just as she turned the corner, she saw the janitor, holding a really big knife. "Looks like I woke you up too soon, now I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way." he whispered. Charlotte knew he was a creep, but a stab you in your sleep creep. She saw that the door was still open, if she could make it past him, she could run for her life out the door. Decision made. Swinging the bat with all her might, she knocked him off balance and to the floor, not thinking past escape, she jumped over him and bolted. Running down the stairs barefoot hurt like a motherfucker. What made her run double time, she could hear him giving chase.

What the fuck do I do? Turning the corner, she took a moment to catch her breath, and find a direction to go. Before she was able to pick the direction of the hospital, he was coming down the stairs looking right at her with that big fucking knife. She took off again, this time, just to get away, no destination in mind. OH GOD. Worst day ever! If Charlotte survived this, she would do almost anything. Sending a prayer for any help, she kept running.

Turning down a dark alley, she ended up behind a Japanese Noodle Shop, but before she could bang on the door, she was hit hard from the side. FUCK! Getting slammed hard into the garbage cans. Getting up quickly trying to orient herself, she stood long enough to get a backhand. "You see, I was just going to toy with you in the apartment, have a little fun, but now you made me chase you, you little bitch, I'm going to gut you." he yelled.

Looking up at her soon to be murderer, she didn't want to beg for her life. Wanted to have a little dignity on the way out. Just as he lunged for her, a voice rang out. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Both of them turned to the voice. Standing there in what could be described as a $5,000.00 suit, was a tall, well built Asian man. "What are you going to do about Chink? Go back inside and make some fucking noodles!"

Charlotte watched in strange fascination, why wasn't that guy going inside, he could get hurt, badly. She didn't want someone to die for her, especially not some stranger.

Mr. Designer stepped forward, very menacingly. "Leave, now" was all he said. The janitor laughed like a delusional monster, and lunged at him. With freaking ninja moves, Mr. Designer twisted the arm of his attacker, plunging the knife deep into his gut. OMG. Charlotte was at a loss, wanting to get off this dirty floor, she slowly stood, not taking her eyes off Mr. Designer. He dropped the body like a sack of potatoes, like this was a normal Tuesday evening. Snapping his head towards her. She had trouble swallowing. He watched for a few minutes, almost like he was reading her mind, assessing her. She kind of felt like meat.

He spoke first. "Who are you?" it might have seemed like a question but yea there was no room for not answering. Her eyes flicked down to the dead man with a knife in his chest, and back up to Mr. Designer. "Charlotte Danvers" she was able to get out without stuttering. "And him?" pointing to the dead guy. Again not really a question. "Mike something, he is…. Was a janitor in my apartment complex." no stuttering. Just breathe Charlotte. Breathe. "Why was he trying to hurt you?" Charlotte honestly didn't know. So she said so, it was like instinct told her not to lie. "I don't know, he's been creepy to me since I moved in 7 months ago, until tonight, he never indicated that he was going to hurt me." she hushed out. This evening events were starting to take their toll, all her adrenaline was leaving her body. "Are you going to kill me?" she wanted to know.

Again with the staring and looking, he eyed her up and down. Whatever decision he made, she couldn't tell if it was good for her or not. But before he could answer, she no longer was able to keep her footing, she fainted. The last thing she saw before the lights went out was Mr. Designer moved to catch her.

Looking down at the unconscious girl in his arms, Wo Fat smirked. Coming out of his business meeting he would not have guessed that his evening would have taken such a detour. He was actually pissed. As he was leaving his meeting, he overheard a Yakuza member make a comment that he wouldn't fit well in the family, because he didn't have any. (How can we trust a man that doesn't have a wife, no ties. He is a dangerous man, the Noshimuir clan usually keeps business to family members, or at least other business with family man.)

That low level member wasn't wrong. Being in business with Yakuza for a few years has taught him one thing, they are concerned with family. It would make his business dealing with them easy if he had a wife. It's not like he could just go out and find one, and any woman that he could hire, was probably not worth being a wife in the first place. Leaving the building he heard a loud crash. Coming out the back door, he saw a white man standing over a small woman with a very large knife. Wo Fat was not one to get involved, but he could see her eyes, while yes she was terrified and knowing that she was going to die, she didn't beg for her life, most grown men would be pleading, but not this small woman. Maybe that was why he stepped in.

Once he killed that pathetic man, he watched her. He could see that she was holding herself together, but it was only a matter of time before she cracked. Perhaps this was an opportunity. He needed a wife, and eventually a child, especially if he wanted to keep the Yakuza from distrusting him. He looked her over, she was beautiful, short, what could be assumed as blonde hair, a fit body. Not too skinny. Once she answered all his questions, she asked one of her own. Was he going to kill her? Before he could tell her no, she fainted.

Now here he was, carrying an unconscious girl to his SUV. Interesting evening. One thing that he noted was that while she had the shape of a woman, she was light as a feather. He smirked down at his prize. This is going to be an interesting conversation when she wakes up. Either become my wife in 6 months, or I'll kill you. How romantic. Tucking her safely into the SUV, he smiled again as he made his way to his house. Interesting evening indeed.