Chapter 1 footsteps
Flame sat on the steps of the old worn building, her maroon cloak draped around her to prevent the smog and pollution from contacting her pale skin. She gazed out across the grayish streets; something was going to happen and soon. But disregarding those thoughts she stood and walked towards the thriving metropolis that was Northern Cerulean.
Coming to this side of town was unusual for Flame; she was born on the poor side of town along with her little half brother Ash. At the age of 6 Flame's father and her step mom passed away from an at the time unknown of reason, the investigation had been dropped when they realized all the small family had left behind was two vary sad children and half a car. Now a days Flame avoided that side of town and the police station simply because it was the smartest thing to do.
She came to a stop as she reached the rail road tracks; they divided the city between the rich and the poor. Disregarding this boundary she stepped over, her feet covered by nothing but a black leather sock- like wrap. She moved on ignoring the stairs she got from various mothers and small children, in her own mind only those who truly needed her help could see her with eyes willing to disregard her social status. She walked around almost aimlessly only to turn around and head in a different direction.
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"Misty get down here!" A man's voice sounded up the stair way of the Cerulean gym.
"I'm coming already..." She yelled. She tossed her hair up as best she could and ran down the stairs. She arrived to see her family gathered around the table eating breakfast with five minutes left till her bus came.
"You'll regret being late again," Her father said sternly with a hand on his belt. Ever since her mother died he seemed to take everything out on her, she never understood why. Maybe because she could never seem to amount to anything in his eyes or that she wasn't as pretty as her sisters.
"I'll try to get up earlier tomorrow" She said softly.
"You better!" Her father said sternly before watching her run up to the bus as it pulled up only feet from the gym. She stepped aboard to be greeted by the driver before taking her seat. Outside the window she saw someone she had never seen before… A girl about 15 short blond hair and a maroon cloak walking around like nobody's business, their eyes met and the blond smiled before walking away.
The rest of Misty's day was pretty uneventful, with few friends school was a drag and the announcement of another grade fall was due to come soon but not today. She now stood in front of the school waiting for her bus which was seemingly late. Soon all the other busses pulled away and she gave up hope. She began the long trek to the gym or maybe the high school so she could get a ride.
"I hate this hill," She said to herself as she made her way back to the gym her, pace had gotten slower as she climbed. Then she saw it… ((Or should I saw her)) the girl in the cloak at the top of the hill. She stopped, thoughts of kidnapping raced through her head as she pressed on. The blond stood completely still and waited, with the cloak it seemed that she wasn't even breathing and her gray blue eyes never once seemed to blink.
"Who are you?" Misty asked the girl.
"Who wants to know?" She asked back her face showing a lack of emotion.
"The gym leader's daughter! Why do you keep following me around?" Misty asked rudely.
"No need to get hasty, I am not following you, though your feet may be following me." She said. Her facial movements were limited to her lips that moved as if the rest of her face was made of stone.
"Why would I follow you?" She asked almost in disgust. She knew better than to be completely rude to someone in a cloak who could vary well be armed.
"Why would I know?" The blond asked with little personality in her voice. "Maybe I am just walking around like the rest of the world going on with my business trying to make my way in this crappy world." She finished.
"Who are you?" She demanded.
"Flame Addams of the sisterhood." She said calmly. Inside she smiled as Misty stood in shock her legs looking like they were going to collapse.
"What you didn't expect to ever meet one of the rascals from the polluted side of town?" She asked her blue- gray eyes flashing. Misty trembled and stepped away.
"What do you want with me?" She asked timidly, afraid of what the older girl may do to her.
"My father could care less what happens to me… you may as well kidnap one of my sisters." She said softly even as she realized it wasn't far from the truth. Flame laughed seeing it as a joke.
"Me! Kidnap you!" She asked between laughs. "Why in the world would I do something as stupid as that?" She continued. Apparently she thought of this as funny.
"Because you want the gyms money so you'd hold me hostage?" Misty answered softly. Flame seemed to get her grip on things and walked the remaining step to Misty; she placed her hand on Misty's solder.
"There is one thing you are getting completely wrong about me, I don't take people. I offer them a place to stay where they aren't abused or are treated with the respect they deserve. You don't get that do you Misty?" She said softly. Misty was scared out of her socks with this and answered shakily.
"What do you mean and how do you know my name?" She asked.
"Think about it you're a famous gym leader's daughter and the misfit at that." Flame answered.
"All I am here for is to remind you that you have another option to the foster homes of Cerulean when someone finds out got it?" She asked. Misty nodded slowly before shaking Flame's hand off her solder.
"I better get going… My dad's going to be mad." She said softly before turning to walk away.
"Here," Flame said handing her a paper with an address on it. "If you need to run away for a while." She said before running off into the warm May afternoon.