A/N I really like this story and it's kind of different for me to be writing the way that I am. My other stories are so different from how I am writing. Instead of using the KISS (keep it short and simple) method I'm trying to be more detailed but less straight forward. Anyway I hope you guys are enjoying this story and please leave a review if you like. Oh and I will change the main character's depending on the chapter.
Pulling up to the also snow covered 1869 Asylum they could feel the darkness invade their lackadaisical hearts. The streets wore black dust on them although there were no foot prints. Only evidence of plants that use to be laden the ground accompanied the silence that controlled the many square units of ground that was, that is the Asylum. Nate stepped out of the car hearing the soft crunch that sounded when his foot met with the ground. He heard another crunch and the closing of a door as he looked to the side to see the driver. Nate observed the male who was just turning into a man. He looked no more than 19 despite his straight forward statured face that held his eerie and controlling eyes. He stood in a stance with his hawk-like ears and bulging muscles. He was highly alert and besides the point that Nate wasn't a criminal he knew exactly who this boy was. Maybe not by name, but Nathan was fully aware of who he was or more so what he was, a hitter.
The hitter went silently to the passenger's door and opened the door for the fair maiden that at the time was named Jen. A sense of self-consciousness filled Nate's heart as he heard a fourth pair of shoes on the snow coming towards them at a quickened pace. The hitter's body remained calmed as he seemed to hear no threat and so Nate let his body relax while Jen conversed with a colored boy dressed in a huge winter coat that engulfed his miniature body.
"Hello Alec" She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead that was anything but romantic. It was a loving kiss. It was as if she were trying to relish a memory only he could seem to tug forward into her mind. "You look just like you're father."
He smiled at the thought of the memory he was suppose to have. He turned to both Nathan and the hitter and lifted his head slightly. "What up?"
The hitter replied coolly. "Nothin' much"
Connections, that's what Jen had, simple and understanding connections. They were not quite yet a mix of criminals but simply allies in her mix of connections. They were her best. So honestly and quietly they looked into each other's eyes and found the connection and someway, somehow they knew exactly what to do. Therefore the crunch of snow under their feet became a synchronized symphony as they broke the sound barrier that hid the Asylum's screams and the Asylums pleas. There were connections made and while Nate listened to sounds of the Asylum he found that he liked the connection and that simple, discreet connection made everything ok though he would have rather been somewhere else.