𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 || 𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

Prologue.

1952

Living in Santa Carla was like a dream come true, having freshly moved from home to start my new ambitious life on my own was what I'd wanted since I was a little girl.

Being 19 and on my own with no one to tell me what to do is like a breath of fresh air and I am having a wonderful time in my little one bedroom home, working at the local video store for minimum wage to keep myself afloat.

No one here cares what you look like or who you are because people from all walks of life live here and it is so wonderful to see all the different people.

Many with spontaneous outfits and spiked hair, jeweled skirts with crop tops exposing the skin on their torsos, metal heads rocking band tee shorts and ripped jeans, or some who decided that a bikini was the best choice of clothing.

No two people were alike and it was so freeing

Having a more 'hard rock' style, with brown almost black hair and eyes the color of the sea I felt as though I fit perfectly into the odd little life that is Santa Carla.

Today, I am wearing a dark red crop top with black high-waisted jeans that have chains hanging from the front and back pockets.

A dark red lip to match my shirt and a dramatic smokey eye that makes my blue eyes pop out under the dark makeup.

I accompanied the outfit with heeled boots that have spikes on the heels that give my already edgy look the final touches that it would need to make me look violent and scary, which is what I am going for.

Despite Santa Carla being a beautiful place, the murder and missing person rate is higher than the groups of stoners that frequented the pier.

I had taken it upon myself to get a self defense knife and some pepper spray in case someone tried to attack me after a late shift at the video store and memorized the fastest route to my home which happens to be in a darker part of town, secluded away from the bright lights and lively people who frequent the pier.

All the threats of living in Santa Carla aside, I'm happy here and have fallen into a nice routine, working and making a living for myself.

The sun has disappeared into the ocean an hour prior when I walk into the video store, and an greeted by Max, the shop owner who's arranging movies.

"Hi Max!" I greet him with a wave and he turns to me with a smile on his face.

"Delilah! I'm so glad you're here!" He exclaims before giving me instructions on what to do throughout my shift.

I start as soon as he's done telling me what needs to be done and start rearranging movies.

Putting all the new movies in their proper places and removing old ones that no longer sell.

I lose track of time and suddenly I hear loud voices enter the store, drawing my attention from the movies on the cart in front of me. I turn to see four boys with leather jackets walk into the store.

All four of them looking like wanna be members of a biker gang, clad in black with confidence as they walk into the store without a singular care in the world.

Max approaches the boys with a dirty look on his face and he starts to scold them about coming into the store.

"You know you boys aren't supposed to come into the store." He scolds the one in the front.