The Start of the End

Wolf kept in the beat with the rock music in her ears. Using it to fight the cold that come with the rain. Her red hair hung around her face. As she made her way to the west side, Wolf took in how the homeless population had grown in the last 3 years, mostly due to the main planet shutting down after a strange explosion had rip though it. Many had lost their lives to the fire, and smoke after wards. Ashes had rain for a day, knowing what they where a mix of.

Still, it was the start of the end for the west side of the city, which in turn made it a place for gangs and other forms of lawless life a heaven for them. She signed at the thoughts in her head. Wolf came on the cross rounds, Ling's place right on the corner. She smiled, hearing the mother yell at the sons to hurry with the lunch hour's meals. She walked though the front's door, the old chimes ringing out to their serves. Mrs. Ling was light woman, her black hair pulled into a braid, and the almond shaped eyes looking like a lioness over her world. Yet as her eyes fell to the young red head, they lighten up.

'My dear child, how are you?'' her voice light and friendly, which could make also any of her sons run for fear. She was taller then Wolf about by 3 inches, her skin a light tan from being outside so much this past summer in the backyards grander. Wolf returned the hug saying ' Hey Mrs. Chow'' yet before she could ask what was needed she got the answer'

'You may stay as long as want, and like before, help out in the back'' the woman said, smiling. Wolf nodded, giving back the smile and heading for the back. Seeing Ling in her gothic outfit, cooking over a stove. Ling was as tall as her mother, with a teardrop shaped face and her eyes more of a wide shape shape. Yet still with that deep honey brown. She wore a shirt net shirt with a torn and gagged looking blouse. The skirt, was a patchwork of chains, leather and cloth, still black, yet on the side, a skull with a pink bow on top. Which made it look cute. Around her swan like neck, a leather choker was the finishing touch.

Wolf smiled at seeing the gothic chick cooking and yelling at her two brothers in china ness. She laughter at her friend, which made Ling turn around and see her friend. Her mouth turning in a smile, for a Goth chick.

'Well, you hiding out here again?'' her voice light, still heavy from yelling at her brothers.

'Ya, you're mom said it was ok, as long as I help like before.'' Wolf replied, holding her bag.

'Well you know where to go, but then get your white ass down here, we are pack today Girl, and need someone to wash the dishes.' Ling said, turning back to the stove and back to yelling at her brothers.

Wolf nodded, and walked up the to the back, she opened the last door the hallway. Ling's room was painted deep purple, starts and constaions covered the ceiling. Posters of Chinese art and dark art coved the walls. Even the floor was a black color. And always, the room was clean. Scents of jasmine and sandalwood filled the room. The bed was a queen, and made. Wolf dropped her bag in the corner, near the cot, which was now part of room for when she dropped by. The teen red head went back to the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves and in a frenzy manner, washed the dishes.

By the time the dinner closed, night had taken over the city. Both the brothers had gone to their rooms, robbing their eyes. Ling sat at the table in the back of the room, two bowls of Wang ton soup hot and ready for her and Wolf. The mother had gone to bath and relexed for the night.

Wolf finished up the dishes, drying her hands on a towel as she made her way to the table, sitting down with a yawn. Ling had already begun to eat, and soon both teens eat like hellhounds. Still Ling seemed to be thinking, watching her friend was a slight interest in her honey eyes. Bits of black hair falling between her gaze now and then.

' So what happened this time?'' She said lightly, her spoon swirling the soup.

Wolf looked at Ling, wiping her mouth off with her hand. ' I got into a fight with the folks, went to grandma's, then came here.'' Wolf's said pointly.

Ling could see the hint to drop the subject. She got up, grabbing the two bowls, and dropping them into the sink. Wolf waped off the table, cleaning up a little more. Silent fell between the two friends. Sounds of games came from one of the bothers room, and a sound of a violin from the other. Ling watched her friend closely.

' You got taller!'' she stated. Wolf knobbed saying ' I stand 5'4 now, which means I beat you with one inch, and that's when your not in heels. Ling smiled saying 'Lets go watch some anime!'' she grinned, grabbing her friend by the arm and walking into her room. Wolf all the while shaking her head at her friend. Wondering how someone could watch hours of the cartoons.

The next two days flew by, Wolf for once in a while was in a decent mood. Ling had that effoct on anyone, got a goth, she was very hyper. Still, the dream of a gravestone hunated her. Something bad was about to happem. Her scar was acheing, and had even started to bleed once. Which was quikly covered up by a bangage.

Wolf's mild mood ended when one the people she hauted walked though the frontdoor of the resduent. Her step-brother Hunter. And due to being in the front, he made a beeline for her. Wolf's eyes narrowed as he stood in front of her view.

' What the fuck do you want Hunter?' her voice low with anger.

Hunter said nothing of any kind of anger or sracasm like he would have in the norm for the two teens. 'Wolf, your grandmother is in the Hosptil.' He said, his face never looseing that compostioner.

She dropped the plate, and turned on her heel yelling into the Kictchen 'Ling, my grandma is in the E.R, I got to go.'' She rushed to Hunter, just seeing her friend comeing out the door. With her own jacket.

Hunter had just gotten a new truck, a 2003 Red. Both the teen girls jumped into the back, as her step brother got in. Wolf leaned over saying 'Push it.'' The slightest amber ringing its' self around the outer rim of her eyes. Ling seeing this reaction knew her friend was stressed out, and angery.

All the young man could do was nod, a slight fear raiseing in just, seeing these almost amber eyes flash from behind. His size 12 hit the gas peeled, the trunks new tirers swealing as they broke the speed limet to the Hosptal. Wolf clutch her hands, for once in her life praying to what was up there to leave her only real famliry alone.

By the time they reached the E.R, Akina Himrua was pronoted dead at 4: 56 p.m on 9/23/05. And at hearing this as the last of the Himuras stood still, tears quirly falling on to her scared cheek. Her mother, Nick, and Hunter stood away. Ling sheeding her own tears for the passed grandmother. Yet Wolf knew only one way to express her guilt, a fist flew into a glass window, shattering it. And the scar on her cheek, bleed for the soul that could not weep inside.