Metrocity looked down at her hands as she walked through the streets, and growled. Her hands were white and thin and dainty and fragile and painted. Disgusting! Her hand smacked her watch, and she smiled to see her leather gloves reappear. The people around her gasped, but she just kept walking. The worst they could do was put her back in jail.
Not long after midnight, Metrocity had stalked nearly every part of the city. Feeling desperate for a reason not to go home, she turned towards the prison/police station/bad side of town. Looking down at her feet, not thinking of anything and thinking of everything—as teenage girls are wont to do—Metrocity didn't hear at first when someone yelled at her. She continued to ignore the person, not realizing they were yelling at her, until a flash of white caught her eye.
"METROCITY!" Bernard was yelling. "GET AWAY FROM THERE!" Acting on instinct, Metrocity did exactly the opposite of what he told her. She back away, watched as three bullets bounced off his chest. Then her eyes opened wide. A muffled gurgle escaped from her mouth, her hands moved to her stomach, and she fell forward, unable to breathe or do anything but rock slowly, holding her abdomen.
She watched, dimly aware of the world as Bernard took off after the man holding the gun. She heard sirens, then saw flashes of blue and red as her vision began to fade. She saw Bernard's face over her own. And then...
Nothing.
Author Comments:
Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Mhm. Yup. Mhm. Yes.