THE HIT SHOW [ONGOING]

PROLOGUE

The sharp steel had attacked.

Willow felt the warm gush of blood burst through her new wound. At the sight of the crimson drips, she had lost my grip on the chain-link fence and collided with the ground. Muffled words escaped her lips. Words that her grandmother would be ashamed of hearing.

Willow stood up, biting down her lip, keeping herself from letting out further frustrations, she limped her way toward the side of the house. Willow was told to come by Mrs. Nahamura's place to pick up her trash, that was left behind from last week's cleaning. It was minimal pay but it was pocket money. When Jarrah's father's company had odd jobs like these, he would let Willow know. This saved them time and her some money.

Willow rummaged her way through the construction junk before hitting her bare knee against what seemed to be a trash bag.

"Bingo!"

Willow hoisted the bag up, limping towards the fence once more. This time, she would be able to unlock the gate latch from the other side.

"Willy?" a frail voice croaked into the darkness.

Willow dropped the garbage bag and spun around. For some reason, she wasn't concerned about correcting the frail voice. She was more concerned about what she may have thought of her, at that moment. 

"Mrs. Nahamura! Sorry to intrude... I uh... Jarrah sent me to collect the extra trash left behind by the cleaners."

"You were meant to come last Friday," Mrs. Nahamura crossed her arms, the corners of her lips pinned downwards, her wrinkles now deeper than before.

At that moment, Willow had the urge to slap herself out but that would not work for her. Either she misunderstood or she had forgotten. All she could remember was that Jarrah had told her to pick up the trash bags from the address and clear them out. That was it! Right?

"I'm awfully sorry about that, I must've gotten the dates mixed up or something I-

"You wait here."

Mrs. Nahamura left Willow standing in the darkness on her own. She was unsure as to what was happening or what was about to happen.

Maybe she had gone inside to get the remaining trash bags or something.

Yeah, maybe.

Willow, thought about the possibility of this little old lady bring out the trash bags on her own. She knew that it would either end in a freak accident or it may cause some sort of law suit against her. So, she had followed her in.

Up the porch steps and through the dark hallway, Willow spotted Mrs. Nahamura under the dim light of her constructed, empty home. Due to the lack of light, Willow couldn't exactly make out what Nahamura was doing.

"Mrs. Nahamura, it's fine I can carry them-

At that moment, Mrs. Nahamura had her finger pointing at Willow, her eyes widened, fear and anger dancing around her irises. Her other hand clutching the phone against her ear, as though clutching on her lifeline.

"Don't. Come. Any. Close!"

Willow, now confused, slowly backed away, almost like her feet were directing her back outside. She was unsure as to which pill Nahamura had popped.

Willow hadn't imagined her night to go like this. She thought that she would come by an empty site, grab the bags and leave. Why would this lady still be here when the home was emptied out already. How did she get here in the first place?

Willow let out a low groan and buried her face in her hands, as she sat on the porch steps. Her plans of burying herself in bed and watching anime were over. This might've taken forever, considering the speed of an old woman, that is.

As her hands guarded her face, Willow felt the glow of lights confiding her. Comforting her, then with their deadly sound defeating her. Her senses now alert, Willow looked up at the red and blue glow. First confusion then anger struck her, as she saw the dark silhouette officers grabbing at her arms. Her heartbeat raced as the sirens were now louder and clear. She couldn't hear or see.

It all happened so suddenly.

All she came to do, was take out the trash.