Okay. This is the second fanfic I'm writing at the moment. The other one is only half-done, I admit, but these characters kept forcing themselves at me everytime I tried to write, so I'm going to get their stories out of my system. Read this, and maybe read the other one: I like reviewers, especially well-put suggestions to make the story better in any way possible.
The standard disclaimer applies throughout the story, though Cat and Theo are completely mine, as are any unnamed, one-time characters.
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Hardly anyone noticed the young woman jogging down Main Street at four a.m. A waitress at Pearl's Diner saw her when she turned on the neon OPEN sign that hung in the window; a young man sneaking back home after a night spent with a lover hid his face in case she might recognize him; a dog barked from his fenced-in run.
Only the waitress had a good enough look to be suspicious at her ragged appearance. A pair of ill-fitting jeans with cargo pockets big enough to hold a kitchen sink hung precariously from her hips, as though she'd lost a good deal of weight in a very short time, the hems ragged because she'd walked them off, while her black muscle tank had faded to gray in spots, and her shoes seemed to be held together with nothing but hopes and dreams. Her dark blond hair was cut raggedly in the front, as though she'd gotten tired of having strands in her face and had sawed them off with a knife haphazardly, but the bulk of it fell to the middle of her back in a straight sheet. As though sensing the waitress' eyes on her, she turned and made eye contact through the window: her eyes were a startlingly vivid green. She smiled, the barest twitch of her lips, and winked, and the waitress waved in surprise.
Then she was gone, as though the wave had been an unspoken signal to speed up, and she ran down Main Street at a pace that would have outstripped most cars that passed by during the day, and yet her body showed no signs of exertion, no signs of effort. The waitress squeaked in her white Keds to the door and leaned out into the semi-darkness in time to see her turn a corner, onto the road that would lead to the quarry, and considered calling the Sheriff- such a vagrant would surely cause trouble- but decided not to. Something told her that the woman was as good as gone.
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Review.
The standard disclaimer applies throughout the story, though Cat and Theo are completely mine, as are any unnamed, one-time characters.
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Hardly anyone noticed the young woman jogging down Main Street at four a.m. A waitress at Pearl's Diner saw her when she turned on the neon OPEN sign that hung in the window; a young man sneaking back home after a night spent with a lover hid his face in case she might recognize him; a dog barked from his fenced-in run.
Only the waitress had a good enough look to be suspicious at her ragged appearance. A pair of ill-fitting jeans with cargo pockets big enough to hold a kitchen sink hung precariously from her hips, as though she'd lost a good deal of weight in a very short time, the hems ragged because she'd walked them off, while her black muscle tank had faded to gray in spots, and her shoes seemed to be held together with nothing but hopes and dreams. Her dark blond hair was cut raggedly in the front, as though she'd gotten tired of having strands in her face and had sawed them off with a knife haphazardly, but the bulk of it fell to the middle of her back in a straight sheet. As though sensing the waitress' eyes on her, she turned and made eye contact through the window: her eyes were a startlingly vivid green. She smiled, the barest twitch of her lips, and winked, and the waitress waved in surprise.
Then she was gone, as though the wave had been an unspoken signal to speed up, and she ran down Main Street at a pace that would have outstripped most cars that passed by during the day, and yet her body showed no signs of exertion, no signs of effort. The waitress squeaked in her white Keds to the door and leaned out into the semi-darkness in time to see her turn a corner, onto the road that would lead to the quarry, and considered calling the Sheriff- such a vagrant would surely cause trouble- but decided not to. Something told her that the woman was as good as gone.
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Review.