CHAPTER 2: Evesdropping
Ferin had tried to get into the Underground many times, but every time there was always some kind of excuse. "You're too young." "We don't need any help." Eventually, Ferin had given up on the Underground and had decided to take care of the Baron on her own. But even though she felt a fire burning inside, she knew that she couldn't do it entirely by herself. Ferin knew she needed some kind of sidekick or henchman of sorts to aid her cause. But who? No one was willing to talk to her, and most of the citizens of Haven City were too cowardly to defy the Baron…
Ferin sat at a small, shaky table in the back of the Town Pump, resting her chin on her folded hands when she heard about him. There was a group of men sitting at a nearby table, anxiously discussing "that Jak fellow – the outlaw with unreal powers." They said that he wiped out large groups of Krimzon Guards almost single-handedly. When Ferin heard this, she raised her eyebrows and leaned an ear closer to the men's conversation. This outlaw they spoke of was well on his way to bringing the Baron down. Perfect!" Ferin thought. "I have to get this Jak guy to help me. With him by my side, I will be unstoppable!" She clenched her hand into a fist under her table and gulped down the last of her soda, pounding the cup down on the old, wooden table. She pulled a small silver coin out of a pouch on her belt and dropped it on the table as she stood up. The coin bounced around and made a loud clattering noise before it fell still. "Thanks for the info, boys." Ferin cooed as she strutted past the table of men who fell silent as she passed and exited the pub. The man who had been speaking shrugged and the group commenced their chatter again.
Ferin took a deep breath of fresh air when she got outside. The pub had been filled with cigarette smoke and she had been forced to nearly hold her breath to avoid coughing and blowing her cover. She shoved her hands into the worn pockets of her shorts and turned into the familiar alley next to the pub. She walked for a while until she reached a hole in the wall of an abandoned building. She looked around to make sure no one was in sight and then she quickly ducked into the opening. When she was inside, she pulled a heavy slab of concrete in front of the opening to seal it off from the world. She walked across the large space and plopped down on an old, dusty sofa. "Home, Sweet home!" She said, breathing a sigh of relief.
The building was pretty dark, as the windows overlooking the street had been boarded up a long time ago. However, at the top of the wall, there were some open windows that let in light during the daytime. At night, Ferin forced to burn a small candle if she wished to see inside her home. But it was a roof over her head and that's all that mattered to the orphan. Ferin curled up in a ball on her sofa and, without even trying, quickly drifted off to sleep.
(Note: I'm sorry this chapter is so short and weak. Chapter 3 is much longer/more interesting.)