Midnight. A tower stood alone against the full moon, sifting silver beams across the metropolis, an obelisk of torture and fright menacing against the world below. Normally even at this hour the streets would be in gridlock, undeterred by the multitudes of yellow lights clicking off in the various buildings, the populous readying itself for sleep, to depart from the waking world and leave all toils behind in the dust of reality. Dizzyingly high was it's peak, and it was a wonder how any organism could reach such altitudes and breathe. Yet somehow up above, where the heavens were so close collision with falling angels was inevitable, a lone figure was swathed in shadow, and the presence of a dark power radiated from nearby.
"..........chase........."
A girl...a fallen angel...
"......chase?"
Although a curtain of golden locks concealed her brow, he knew her solemn glance.
"CHASE!"
A nagging, shrill voice, and a young boy named Chase found himself rearing bolt upright in the midst of a classroom full of his laughing peers. Tears at the tip of his eyes from the shock of waking, he shook his head, displacing his soft brown hair in random directions.
"How dare you sleep in my classroom! Detention all next week, you hear boy?" Mrs. Green swooped upon him like a bat from the cockles of some unforeseen labyrinth.
Nodding dreamily, Chase watched as she turned with disgust to her desk.
The day came and went, and the boy found himself soon trudging through the halls to the door of Orange Star High School. As he stooped to get some water from the fountain, drinking while he still could, his eyes came to rest on a group of kids his age sitting on the steps outside. For a second he felt his insides jump peculiarly as his eyes met the crystal depths of a second, feminine pair. Time seemed to freeze, the two not moving, just analyzing the depths of eachother's souls. A moment passed, an eternity dissappeared, and the girl was pulled away by a friend, giggling.
Chase turned and pretended to be walking away, not listening, overhearing every word as she rejoined her friends, readjusting her framed glasses and letting her hair down.
"What were you staring at?" A brunette asked with a sly grin. "Another crush Cat?"
Cat blushed and looked at her feet but recovered quickly, snickering. "Are you kidding? I was just watching that spaz Chase..."
"Who, the orphan kid? I always thought he was kinda sweet." A third girl intervened.
"Oh please," Cat went on, raising her arms behind her head. "He doesn't even belong with the geeks."
Someone said something out of Chase's earshot, and the group drifted away, laughing hard. Chase flushed, walking outside, letting the crisp air meet his face. He blew a strand of hair out of his eyes angrily.
"..........chase........."
A girl...a fallen angel...
"......chase?"
Although a curtain of golden locks concealed her brow, he knew her solemn glance.
"CHASE!"
A nagging, shrill voice, and a young boy named Chase found himself rearing bolt upright in the midst of a classroom full of his laughing peers. Tears at the tip of his eyes from the shock of waking, he shook his head, displacing his soft brown hair in random directions.
"How dare you sleep in my classroom! Detention all next week, you hear boy?" Mrs. Green swooped upon him like a bat from the cockles of some unforeseen labyrinth.
Nodding dreamily, Chase watched as she turned with disgust to her desk.
The day came and went, and the boy found himself soon trudging through the halls to the door of Orange Star High School. As he stooped to get some water from the fountain, drinking while he still could, his eyes came to rest on a group of kids his age sitting on the steps outside. For a second he felt his insides jump peculiarly as his eyes met the crystal depths of a second, feminine pair. Time seemed to freeze, the two not moving, just analyzing the depths of eachother's souls. A moment passed, an eternity dissappeared, and the girl was pulled away by a friend, giggling.
Chase turned and pretended to be walking away, not listening, overhearing every word as she rejoined her friends, readjusting her framed glasses and letting her hair down.
"What were you staring at?" A brunette asked with a sly grin. "Another crush Cat?"
Cat blushed and looked at her feet but recovered quickly, snickering. "Are you kidding? I was just watching that spaz Chase..."
"Who, the orphan kid? I always thought he was kinda sweet." A third girl intervened.
"Oh please," Cat went on, raising her arms behind her head. "He doesn't even belong with the geeks."
Someone said something out of Chase's earshot, and the group drifted away, laughing hard. Chase flushed, walking outside, letting the crisp air meet his face. He blew a strand of hair out of his eyes angrily.
