Post by Raz V5.0 on Oct 20, 2004 21:54:15 GMT -5
(This is more or less going to be a very large scale multi-volume set of stories. I am also writing these as I post them, so don't look for a new chapter to be up more than maybe every week.
Anyways, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, don't post in here. I'll make a thread for that later.)
The door to the MSPB swung open towards the darkened back alley. A man stumbled through the archway of the side door and smacked against the brickwall opposite of the door. As his shoulder made contact with the wall he dropped the bottle in his hand and the loud audible crack of glass sounded out through the empty alley.
The man put his back against the wall and slumped down to a sitting position. He leaned his head against the rough surface and shut his eyes. He took a deep breath in and exhaled. His face cocked a twisted leer of a smile and he slightly opened his eyes.
"Come out of the shadows."
His voice was raspy, hard, and cold. It was the voice of a man who had seen his share of terror in his lifetime. The voice of a man who had fought his worst enemy, himself, and lost.
A small breeze of wind blew through the alley and with it footsteps could be heard. A figure stepped out of the shadows and into the pale light of the full moon above.
The figure was a small girl, eight years old at the most. She had long blonde hair and an innocent face with big bright eyes. She was wearing a pink shirt with denim suspenders overtop of them.
"Mistah... whats the matta?"
The man smirked and slowly pushed himself up with the support of the wall.
"I'm fine."
As he rised to a full standing position, he towered over her. His raven black hair fell messily into his face and he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his jacket.
"No yous not, mistah."
He smirked as he leaned hard into the wall.
"I just had a little too much to drink."
He started to walk away, but the child followed him. As he exited the alley he stepped into the dim light of street lamps. He dug into his pocket and reached around for a set of keys. He found them and he then continued walking. He crossed the street and stopped at the door of a pitch black 1971 Chevrolet Nova SS.
He fumbled with the keys for a few seconds but finally managed to get them in the lock. He was definately in no condition to drive. The little girl however was already inside the passenger side car before the man had even sat down inside. As he turned the ignition he noticed her out of the corner of his eye.
"What are you doing?"
She lowered her head and smiled.
"I have no where to go, can I stay with you."
He quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to trust strangers?"
She looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
"But you seem nice."
He smirked oddly enough, in the back of his mind he knew that was a lie. He wasn't nice, kind, or loving. At least, he never gave off that representation. He was well known in these parts and not for being 'a good guy'.
"Trust me, I'm not."
The girl looked down at the floor of the muscle car. He smile faded away.
"But, if you place for tonight."
She looked up at him, an excited look on her face.
"Oh thank you, Mistah."
He chuckled at her innocence and moved the transmission into 1st gear.
"But I don't even know ya name, Mistah?"
He pulled out onto the road and drove to the corner.
"Why don't you tell me yours first."
She smiled.
"My name is Mikki."
He smirked.
"Cute name, I am Raz."
Anyways, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, don't post in here. I'll make a thread for that later.)
Chapter 1
The door to the MSPB swung open towards the darkened back alley. A man stumbled through the archway of the side door and smacked against the brickwall opposite of the door. As his shoulder made contact with the wall he dropped the bottle in his hand and the loud audible crack of glass sounded out through the empty alley.
The man put his back against the wall and slumped down to a sitting position. He leaned his head against the rough surface and shut his eyes. He took a deep breath in and exhaled. His face cocked a twisted leer of a smile and he slightly opened his eyes.
"Come out of the shadows."
His voice was raspy, hard, and cold. It was the voice of a man who had seen his share of terror in his lifetime. The voice of a man who had fought his worst enemy, himself, and lost.
A small breeze of wind blew through the alley and with it footsteps could be heard. A figure stepped out of the shadows and into the pale light of the full moon above.
The figure was a small girl, eight years old at the most. She had long blonde hair and an innocent face with big bright eyes. She was wearing a pink shirt with denim suspenders overtop of them.
"Mistah... whats the matta?"
The man smirked and slowly pushed himself up with the support of the wall.
"I'm fine."
As he rised to a full standing position, he towered over her. His raven black hair fell messily into his face and he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his jacket.
"No yous not, mistah."
He smirked as he leaned hard into the wall.
"I just had a little too much to drink."
He started to walk away, but the child followed him. As he exited the alley he stepped into the dim light of street lamps. He dug into his pocket and reached around for a set of keys. He found them and he then continued walking. He crossed the street and stopped at the door of a pitch black 1971 Chevrolet Nova SS.
He fumbled with the keys for a few seconds but finally managed to get them in the lock. He was definately in no condition to drive. The little girl however was already inside the passenger side car before the man had even sat down inside. As he turned the ignition he noticed her out of the corner of his eye.
"What are you doing?"
She lowered her head and smiled.
"I have no where to go, can I stay with you."
He quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to trust strangers?"
She looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
"But you seem nice."
He smirked oddly enough, in the back of his mind he knew that was a lie. He wasn't nice, kind, or loving. At least, he never gave off that representation. He was well known in these parts and not for being 'a good guy'.
"Trust me, I'm not."
The girl looked down at the floor of the muscle car. He smile faded away.
"But, if you place for tonight."
She looked up at him, an excited look on her face.
"Oh thank you, Mistah."
He chuckled at her innocence and moved the transmission into 1st gear.
"But I don't even know ya name, Mistah?"
He pulled out onto the road and drove to the corner.
"Why don't you tell me yours first."
She smiled.
"My name is Mikki."
He smirked.
"Cute name, I am Raz."
