With a deafening boom of thunder like one hundred cannons exploding fire into the night, the pouring rain that soaked everything it came in contact with in a matter of milliseconds and the lightning that sent the sky into a burning inferno was the least of the eighteen year old's worries.
Watching with wide dark brown eyes as her grimy, overweight landlord who was recorded as the shot-put champion of the world tossed her messily pre-packed bag out the door and onto the drowning streets, the teenager's mind raced to think of a way out of a predestined fate as he reached a greasy hand out for her.
"But sir! I need a place to stay!" She exclaimed as he pulled her into throwing position. "I don't have anywhere else to go!"
"Yeah, and I need money! No rent for the last four months, no place to stay!" With that he literally tossed her out of the small door and onto the street, watching with a devious laugh ready as she hit the road with a small splash. "Good luck finding a place to live, cheapskate!"
And with a slam of the door and a quick dousing of the only light besides the dim, eerie street lights, he was gone.
She lay there for a moment before black fingerless gloved hands reached under her to allow her body to move into a sitting position. Her whole body was drenched. From the top of her choppy layered, shoulder length expresso colored hair with blue streaks running through it, past her black tank top and washed out dark blue jeans and right down to her old black boots which now were allowing water to seep into her socks.
A sniff escaped her as she slowly reached out and gripped tightly onto her black messenger bag full of everything she owned.
Her legs worked on their own to shakily stand her up, a few more sniffs drowned out by the screaming of thunder across the deep dark sky.
"Great Misty, look what you've done now," she muttered to herself sarcastically, glancing back at her ex-home for only a moment before she turned to look out into the distance, not seeming to noticed the rain as instead, a flash back took over her mind, replaying the incidence that occurred just that morning.
"That's it! I've had it!" Once again the loud voice of Mr. S was screaming through her head. "I don't know how many times I've had to tell you Misty! You are not allowed to talk with the customers unless it's about something they want to eat!"
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't-"
"No! Sorry won't work this time."
"S-sir, what do you mean?"
"I mean you're fired Misty! Turn in your smock and I never want to see you here again!"
A tap on her shoulder made her snap out of her thoughts rather abruptly. Letting out a small yelp of surprise, Misty whizzed around one hundred eighty degrees to see a man- a good seven inches taller than her put up his hands that had very tight gloves on them. He was dressed in a black trench coat of some sort, with slightly pointy shoulder pads. His face was covered by a hood that looked like it didn't quite belong with the coat, as large sunglasses were over his eyes and a black cane was held tightly in his left hand.
"I'm sorry, didn't mean to take you away from a flashback," the figure hurriedly said, as if he had been watching her the whole time.
Her eyes filled with curiosity and confusion. "How did you know-"
"Well," he interrupted, staring around at the empty streets as if expecting someone to be there. "Nasty weather we're having, aren't we?" All with a strange smile over his face.
"Uh... yeah... now if you excuse me..." she turned around, closing her eyes for a moment to mumble something that sounded like 'lunatic' under her breath, only to open them and let out another cry of surprise. There the stranger was again, holding his hand out to feel the pouring rain.
"Do you always scream like that?" he asked in a tone that was indescribable as he continued to seem to pay more attention to the rain than to her.
"But you-" She looked behind her with wide eyes, and seeing nothing, looked back to the stranger. "And now-"
"You really must learn to talk in complete sentences. Otherwise it's impossible to tell what you're saying."
"But- you-"
"See, there you go again," he said, placing both hands on the top of the cane.
Still a bit shocked by the whole ordeal, Misty finally managed to say the words she was thinking all along. "Who are you?"
Once again he looked past her, seeming to be conversing with someone else telepathically. Face completely engulfed in question, Misty looked behind her for a moment, only to once again see the forever pounding rain that had completed her already terrible day. Looking back to the strange man, more curiosity filled her face, as she saw him talking to some unknown source, soundlessly. Looking up to her, his mouth suddenly stopped, rounded in mid-word. Taking a few split seconds he then regained his composer and smiled. She raised one eyebrow and opened her mouth to comment on this, but he spoke first.
"Oh, silly me, here's my card!" With that he handed her a small purple business card that he seemed to pull out of his sleeves. Misty blinked, staring at the card in his hand before sending a questionable look to the strange man.
"Well, go ahead, take it!" He said with a large, overly-friendly smile.
Staring at it one more time, the teenager quickly figured that the only way she was going to get rid of this strange man was to simply take the card and hope he would leave her alone after that. So, that's exactly what she did. She took it hesitancy, looking at the small card only to find nothing on it. She turned it over to find the other side the same.
"There's nothing on this..." she said, flipping over the card a few more times.
"Oh, but there will be..." his voice was like the wind on this one.
"What do you mean by-" she looked up, only to see he had disappeared, seemingly into thin air, leaving only the rain to talk to her. "That..." She looked around the streets, but not a soul caught her eyes.
"I must have been dreaming..." Her eyes immediately fell to business card the strange man had given her. "Or... just met up with the weirdest person on the face of the planet."
With that she tucked the card into her soggy pocket and, swinging her messenger bag around her shoulders, began to walk towards the towering factory in order to find a place to sleep- without leaving the town that she loved for only one reason.