Unexpected Love

Introduction

The dark clouds cover the moon only expressing a slight hint of light

'Guess it's raining tonight.'

Their thoughts echo in their head as they head toward home. Seconds later the sky starts crying, and little rain droplets begin to attack the ground. The echoes of one droplet over another turn into heavier rain

"oh fuck off!"

They scream out at presumably the sky I suppose, our focus on this character is you. Only I'll make it look like me, feel free to edit the character to your liking. BACK TO THE STORY. Their long dark brown hair now becomes soaked, along with their white shirt, being completely see-through. Their black shorts stretched out. 

'I didn't need this today.'

Their thoughts echoed once again. Looking down at their clothes they see that their bra is now entirely visible. She let out a heavy and angry sigh, her feet now picking up in speed 'pitta patter' the footsteps grow heavy and quick. A hand goes above her head as she tries to stop the rain from attacking her eyes.

"Of course, this happens when I don't bring an umbrella with me."

After what would've seemed like a minute of wondering she finally finds cover under a small shop that has lit up the front of the store from multiple bright tv screens. I'm sure you'll go blind if you stare at one for too long in this darkness.

[Reports say the weather tonight may show vital signs of a thunderstorm. Keep those umbrellas up if you're walking out tonight. Now I'll be passing the show back onto Mike.]

The reporter's voice is somehow loud and quiet to the point of one screen being slightly behind in the timing. Almost like a tunnel echo, the colour of the screen changes from blue to orange rather quickly. She looks out at the sky whilst listening to the screens, gripping her shirt and twisting it, ringing out water from it in hopes of it helping the shirt dry quickly.

[...Thanks there Jim I appreciate that weather update. Now onto the repeats of your life. We strongly advise you not to be out at night at all. Dangers and crime seem to be at a higher rate ever since the mafia started overpowering everyone that was meant to stop them. There have been no further reports on the missing victims of the attacks as of far. We hope everyone is safe at home, be sure to lock your doors, keep all cameras on and have a safe night, this has been Mike Turbo and Jim Spoon. Farewell]

The TVs change to ads and annoyingly start playing a catchy tune. The weather doesn't change at all, still raining heavily. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, a light cloud comes out of her mouth, her arms wrap around herself and she explores the surroundings with her eyes in hopes of finding someplace warm. A soft orange glow shows from a corner, her brows furrow in curiosity, and her feet begin to step closer towards the glow, hearing the crackles of what seem to be wood and paper.

'wh- fire! yes just what I needed. Thank you oh dire street people.'

She moves close to the rusty burn barrel and instantly brings her hands out towards it. I'm sure her hands are burning right now, that's probably why she moved away from it a little bit. Looking around her surroundings she notices that it's a very dimly lit alleyway, a very faint light flickers bright enough to make out the outline of three- nope two- no five figures further down the alleyway. Her eyes drift down from the walls to the dark figures. They're nowhere near wet.

'Lucky bastards not even a drop on one of them.'

Whilst she was a bit lost in thought all the figures became a bit clearer in sight once her eyes adjusted from the brightness of the TVs to the darkness of the alleyway. She softly mutters to herself about how jealous she is of all five of the figures having not a droplet on themselves, she notices that they're all talking to one another. All the figures appear to be male, sexist isn't it, two of their bodies face her. The other three have their backs facing her, two appear to be just standing still, similar to a statue, and the one in the middle of the two men has a different stance from the rest. The two men facing her have serious looks on their faces, their lips moving up and down, I think they are at least it's a bit dark. The guy that seems to be in the middle of all four of them has his hands in his pocket. After about a minute of trying to decipher what they're saying to each other the two men hold up a bag, which looks like a small popcorn bag of some sort, before she could make out any other detail of anything the two statue-like men suddenly open their coats and pull out something odd-

'shit... they have guns...'