Armageddon's Daughter

Two

Why hello 

Is it me you're looking for?

I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES 

I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR SMILE

Right well, aside from that I have knews. I have decided Abigail is a stupid name (if you are called Abigail, I don't mean you, it's a great name) so the main character as it were will be called Alice. I love that name. I will be changing the past paragraghs as there are only two, but if you still see the name Abigail after idk tonight (something of April) please tell me as I do not like to look stupid. Like Abigail.

Joking! I have a friend called Abigail. Oh yeah and she has red hair. I just like th ename Alice, but if you want her to be called Abigail, it shall be her middle name. That she doesn't know she has.

Happy?

But if I were you I'd still watch out for Abigail, in the distant future somewhere, when I no longer get bored by the sound of it. Just kidding! Again! Yes I have no life :(

But seriously watch out for her. She's coming for you :) 

(not Alice, Abigail. Though you should probably watch Alice too. Violent girl)

The sun cracking over the horizon warmed the skin on Alice's cheeks, steadily the city came alive as the first early birds began to rise. Alice watched it all through weary eyes and got back to the task at hand.

Anaeyus Zute seemed to give little to no helpful information himself, but his house might offer other scraps worth of some value to her. 

Tossing the jewellery box onto the bed, Alice continued to rifle through the drawers belonging to Anaeyus and his wife. Together they owned the house, a dog, one child, an automobile and a summerhouse, where his wife and child currently resided. The dog... Well it wouldn't be barking at any cats too soon. Or ever. 

The house itself was furnished with rather ugly designs and rather ugly figurines; one of the Zute family seemed to have an obsession with hideous little cherubs and what seemed to be.. Ogres? Alice wasn't to sure but didn't mind that it was left a mystery. Each room was adorned with vast windows to allow the most light in revealing the many cracks and signs of damp on the walls. The house, in general, reminded her very much of her late friend Anaeyus. It was just... Weasly. 

Ignus of course was elsewhere, the dining room to be precise, collecting as much silver ware as his multiple sacks could carry to be sold in the market to unwary shoppers. 

Oh how she loved the dimwitted public. 

Muttering curses to herself Alice tipped over the entire drawer, knocking over the vanity mirror in the process. A shard of glass flicked up and into her cheek, causing another stream of swear words and round of furniture destroying to be had.

Archer was right, she was getting sloppy. 

Sighing in defeat, Alice flopped herself down on to the bed. She stared at the ever turning ceiling fan, round and around and around until her eyes ached in their sockets and dizzyness briefly took over her mind. She focused on a patch of ceiling beside the fan in an attempt to sharpn her thoughts. It was covered in cracks, much like the rest of the ceiling, however these seemed different. They were organised, straighter, and probably not made by water damage.

Standing her muddy boots on Anaeyus' crisp bed linen, Alice trailed her fingertips along every ridge and crevice to could reach until she found a point which would be called, unscientifically, a dip.