"Gahh!" Corrine woke up suddenly, her heart beating unnaturally fast. She exhaled, letting her breath out. It was still dark outside, but the sun was perking up in the distance, but not enough to let light into her room.
Her sheets stuck to her sweaty legs as she tore them off. She had the same dream again, the one that she had been having for the past few days now. Her father calling her name as she was running down a hallway. She hated dreams like these, giving false hope to her that her father is out there, waiting for her.
She brushed her fingers through her short hair as she looked at the digital clock next to her lamp on her bedside stand. The florescent lights blinked 7:01 cruelly at her, taunting her because they knew she wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep now. She went to her closet and put on her silk bathroom over her nightwear, which consisted of a pink camisole and white mesh shorts.
Corrinesighed, and went over to her window, which was in fact two doors leading to a small balcony. Corrine opened them up and went into the brisk morning air. She breathed it in deeply, taking in as much as she could get. As in this was her last breath. She loved the smell of the city in the morning; it was he second favorite to smell of coffee. It was the only good thing about mornings… having coffee to perk her up.
She looked down onto the street, only a few cars were driving, but most of them were parked up alongside the sidewalk. She wrapped her robe around her figure and went back inside. Corrine put on the coffee, and went to sit on her couch in the living room.
She flipped on the T.V, and tuned it to the news. Maybe my escapade of last night made it to the early bird news… she turned up the volume.
A thin man with a black comb over appeared on the screen, "…and in other news, police have found several gang members of 'the Night Crawlers' gang beaten ferociously in an alleyway of near the Gotham City Orphanage late last night. These men have been wanted for terrorizing the streets for over a year and they will be put in jail with no bail money set." He turned to face the other camera. "Police have said the gang members would not confirm who has done the act against them, but the ringleader of the group mentioned something about a "crazy chika" to the cameras before he was led into police custody."
She smiled; she felt she has done something good, even if her intention was to beat the shit out of them for trying to steal her purse. Even though stealing was her main job. The thought stirred her, "I have to prepare." Corrine had her coffee and she flipped off the television and went into her bedroom to change out of her nightwear.
She put on a purple v-neck shirtand loose sweatpants. She went to the back of her closet and kicked open a loose part in the wall. Peering inside, she reached in and took out two blueprints. Unrolling them, she went into her kitchen and placed them flat out on her large table. Corrine put two paperweights and each of the sides, which made it lay completely flat. She looked at it closely.
Corrine felt excited as she looked over the outlines of the Gotham City Museum and Gardens. She always felt the same rush whenever she was planning a big steal, the more dangerous, the higher the rush. And this was her biggest steal yet, an original Hamigasi painting, worth over millions. And if she sold it on the black market, she could even get billions for it.
She took out the felt-tipped magic marker and marked her entire plan out on the blueprint.
"I'll enter through here…." She mumbled, circling her entrance with her red marker. She continued to mark her places throughout the outline. For the past few weeks, she had been going there twice a day, monitoring how tight the security was and secretly been stealing the security tapes. Every time she was there, she had a different disguise; she didn't want to take any chances.
Corrine finished, and looked proudly at the newly red map. But she wasn't entirely finished. She still had to make some adjustments to her Rod. She went to fetch it from her purse and brought out her tools and laptop to tune it up. She was very proud of this device, having made it from scratch when she was only 15. Of coarse, it was very plain, and not to well developed, but it was her first weapon.
When she was older, out of the orphanage, she continued to work on her prototype, making it into the perfect weapon. It was voice activated, and only her voice could activate it. Saying which program she desired, it would transform into that weapon.
"Okay… now…" she mumbled, as she tried make a new program. "Got it!" She exclaimed with happiness as she finally got the last bit of information into it.
She turned to her laptop and said into her microphone, "New program, install program 802; alpha D." The rod buzzed as it gathered its new program. It stopped. She put the Rod back in her purse. Corrine took the blueprints and placed them back into the lose wall in her closet.
Smiling, she sat back on her couch with her coffee and let her day begin.
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