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Mystery Girl in the Rain
The Messenger of the Angels
On a dark rainy evening, several sounds of punching and grunting could be heard. In a dim lit street a body is seen falling into an alleyway, where a fallen trash can lid knocks him unconscious. Two more men apparently of some sort of gang back away slowly at the sight of yet another fallen comrade. They stared fearfully at the shadowed figure cracking his knuckles, "Well that wasn't much fun. Y'know it really looks bad for you guys if the one person you're trying to mug is beating you. It's also," The figure stared intensely at the men revealing the face of a boy no older than 15 or 16. His jet black hair was patted down by the constant downpour of rain, almost covering his hazel brown eyes, which stared angrily at the gang, striking fear into their hearts, "very irritating for me." With that the remaining thugs picked up their wounded and ran away. The boy closed his eyes as he sighed and walked onward in the opposite direction, unaware of the figure standing not to far away from him, staring intently with shadow covered eyes and a red umbrella.
"Well, you're home late little bro." A girl with long black hair in a ponytail and dark brown eyes said with a smile. She appeared to be in her early twenties and wore a loose sleeveless T-shirt and a pair of jeans. She waved at the boy who merely walked by her without saying anything. She looked at the boy noticing he was soaked from head to toe from the rain. His dark red T-shirt and black jeans were completely drenched, "You could've at least brought an umbrella you're soaked," she said annoyed at the way her brother was acting.
"It's nothing," the boy said as he threw off his shoes and headed upstairs, "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me when dinner's ready."
"Hang on Rip Van Winkle," the girl said sternly, "I got a call from your school, something about you swapping blows with another kid, again. Care to explain?"
"Not really," the boy was about to head upstairs when he noticed the look on his sister's face, he sighed before stating, "Simple, the guy pissed me off, we fought, that's about all. Geez, why are you making such a big deal out of this, Karen?"
"I'm making a big deal out of it, Artie, because this is the 5th time this year I've had to hear about this."
"Well if your so sick of this why don't you just move out already?" Artie asked eyebrow twitching. Karen put her fingers to her temple as if to calm herself, "You and I both know why I can't do tha-"
"That is the lamest ass excuse I've ever heard," Artie practically screamed.
"If you'd stop and think for once it would make sense."
"I have thought of it and it still makes no sense. Why the hell should we have to pay just because of that ba-" Artie was cut off by sound of the door opening. A woman with shoulder-length auburn hair walked in with a tired look in her dark brown eyes. "Hello, Karen. Hello Arthur how was school?"
"It was alright." Artie said as he continued up the stairs before hearing, "Artie got in another fight."
"What am I going to do with you?" the woman sighed placing her fingers to her head as Karen did earlier, "We'll discuss this tomorrow, I'm too tired." With that the woman walked past Artie up the stairs. Artie merely stared angrily at his sister, "Any particular reason you did that?"
"She wanted to know what happened."
"It doesn't matter. It's not like she'd do anything about it," Artie continued his way up the stairs, "I'm goin' to bed now. G'night." Karen stared at the vacant staircase for a moment before sighing and walking away. Meanwhile, an unknown figure stepped forward to a house, which had a plague with the word "VanHallen" engraved on it, and it appeared that someone had tried to scratch out the word on the plague.
Artie lay asleep in his bed, snoring lightly. He sprawled his limbs out as he yawn but in mid yawn he heard the doorbell ring. He waited a few seconds thinking someone else was going to answer it, but by the third ring he had enough and walked downstairs, fumbling possibly everywhere he could in the dark. He finally found a light switch after falling down the stairs. Artie looked to the couch and found his sleeping sister lying sideways along it. He shook his head at the sight and headed to the door. "Hello," he said as he opened the door, but found no one. He then noticed someone carrying an umbrella walking away from the house. Artie shouted out, "Hey! Were you the one who rang the bell?" The person stopped and turned to face Artie. To his surprise it was a young girl, no older than him. She had golden brown hair and emerald green eyes, but her eyes seemed either depressed or focused. One really can't tell. She was wearing a yellow poncho and black rain boots. "Hello, Arthur VanHallen I presume" she greeted, her voice giving of a hint of ice and mystery. This strange girl, "Yeah that's me, took Artie back. Who are you?"
"I'm am but a messenger and a deliverer. I've brought you this," The girl flicked a card to Artie. He caught it an inch away from his cheek and looked at it. It was a simple Duel Monsters card that said, "The Archangel Michael."
"What the hell is this?" Artie asked.
"Something that will help you later on," the girl answered, "until then, take care and be wary. There are enemies all around." With that, the girl began to walk away from Artie. "Hold on," Artie asked annoyed, "Whaddya mean 'enemies all around?' Whose enemies? Who are you? What do you want from me?" Artie received no answer but the pitter-patter of raindrops. He looked down the road that the girl trotted down, then to the card handed to him and finally just walked into his house for the night.
Next Time: Artie: Well that couldn't have gone much weirder. What was the deal with that girl anyway? I guess I might get my answers since I see her again. But wait…see doesn't even remember seeing me. This girl gets stranger by the second. Are they all like this?
Next Time: Her Name is Michelle
Amnesiac Messanger
