A Crack Away from Destiny

Prologue

She was almost there. So long as she could make it to the deserted safe house she had always played in, in her youth, imagining herself as Juliet, waiting for the love of her life, Romeo. However, in this situation, her once beloved Romeo was hot on her trail, hunting her down like an owl might hunt down his prey, silent and swift. She stole a quick glimpse behind her as she drove the silver Sedan. No one seemed to be within her peripheral vision, not from what she could see. Jane steadied her breathing. Controlling it would, in turn, control her capability to handle the task at hand. White knuckled, Jane rubbed her sweaty palms against the wheel. She glanced into the rearview mirror, noting her chestnut brown hair, dressed messily into a bun, and her weary hazel eyes had bags decorated underneath them. Well, there are more imperative matters than looking pretty, Jane thought to herself. A sudden blinding light rudely entered the darkness that had comforted her, assuming that the night would disguise her identity. But it betrayed her. To him. Jane cursed under her breath and forced down the gas pedal harder. A horrible realization had suddenly arose. She had already forced it down as hard as it could possibly go and the pickup truck had only gained on her trail. Gritting her teeth, she continued to drive, itching for the Sedan to speed up. Perhaps, if all she was doing was in secret, she wouldn't have to endure this. But of course, it would've caught up to her, no matter how secretive she had made it. A horrific sound emerged from behind of the Sedan. No...NO! A stinging arose from behind her eyes. All that she done was now over. It was over. It was all over... The words whirled around her head and tried to let it sink in. But the words seemed to be just that. Words. The silver Sedan began to slow down, not giving in to Jane's dearest pleads. As the car came to a halt, her stomach held a sickening sensation she easily identified as nausea. The excruciatingly familiar red pickup truck pulled up next to the silver Sedan. A window rolled down from the pickup truck, revealing the hideous familiarity of her past. The recognizable electric blue eyes burned into her hazel ones. Through her window was not rolled down, she could hear him perfectly.

"Hello, Jane," he greeted in a horribly recognizable French accent. The cold essence from his voice creeped up her spine. She shivered.

"Hello, Frenchman. What do you want?" she demanded.

"Oh, cut the dumb act, Jane! You know exactly what I want!" he shouted, his tone jolting her out of her seat. Jane unlocked her car door and stumbled ungracefully out from it. Frenchmen did the same, now face to face with Jane.

"You do realize I can burn you to a crisp faster than you can say 'goodbye'?" she asked, mustering all the strength she could in this situation.

"Yes, but are you faster than a speeding bullet?" he replied, shifting to the side, revealing a pistol, hidden within his cream-colored coat. She shifted uncomfortably. She had all these amazing powers, and yet, she couldn't defend herself against her once true love, whom had only a gun to defend himself. Jane closed her eyes. It must be done, even if it means ending her life in the process. She removed a silver box with a beautiful aqua-colored center from her bag. She glanced up from the box, meeting eyes with Frenchmen.

"Jane...," he cautioned, but it was too late. She slammed her palm upon the center of the silver box, sucking the powers and her life force along with it. The excruciating pain she had imagined was amplified times ten. Veins protruded from her skin as if worms were buried underneath them. Her legs felt as if they had become jello, not feeling. Colors swarmed around her, encasing her in what appeared to be a prison of rainbows. Or death.

"No...NO! JANE! LET GO!" Frenchman shrieked. With each passing second, her appearance degraded bit by bit. Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt hours. And hours felt like ages. Barely visible now, she shook her head, smiling and tears beginning to cascade down her cheeks. With one final stream of colors, Jane disappeared with the box dropping where she once stood. Frenchman, ravenously lunged at the box, assuming he could bring her back, with her powers... A split second before he lunged at the box, however, a stream of blindingly blue light was released into the atmosphere and suddenly, split into four streams, disappearing into the sky, in three different directions.

"NO!" Frenchman shrieked, knowing that only the moon and stars could hear his shriek of frustration.

Hey, everyone! Please vote if you liked it, but of course, I'm not forcing you. Though if you did not vote because it was not sufficient enough, please, please, please tell me how I may exceed from this. Every critique counts! And what do you think of this Frenchmen? Any predictions? And I would also like to dedicate this chapter to @pene009 for all of the votes :)