The 11 Colors Collection [Discontinued]

Brown (Chapter 1 Book 1)

I throw the doors open. The sunlight is blinding. It was almost enough to get me to stop and appreciate the outside again.

But I can't stop.

I run down the city streets, leaving the building far behind. All that's able to reach me from that building are the sounds of familiar voices.

I've been stuck in that building for weeks, perhaps even months, trapped in darkness. I'm lucky I am able to get out now. Had I been trapped inside any longer, I likely would have taken this opportunity to play in traffic rather than run.

The streets are narrow and crammed with cars. The sidewalk is full of people, so much so it's impossible to move by them without running into a few. The buildings stretch far above me into the clouds.

Being far more used to empty streets and a rural scene, it's safe to say I have absolutely no idea where I am.

I take a sharp turn onto a less populated street. Though, doubts immediately hit me as soon as I had. Should I really be out in the open like this? It is easier for me, sure, but I'll be easier to spot. I know if Black really wanted to, she could stop me any time like this.

I refuse to let her take me back.

I suddenly hit my foot on something and crash into the ground. Everything that had kept me running instantly fell out of me. It takes all of my energy to push myself onto my knees.

I don't want to get up. I would rather stay here and pass on.

The rapid patter of footsteps pulls me back to my senses. I darted my head to the sound. Green and Blue- Black's little slaves- are chasing after me. I couldn't be surprised. I jump back onto my feet and dash away just before Green could grab onto me.

Brilliant, now I have to deal with Black and those two chasing me? How am I going to get out of this?

I began to lose myself in thought, trying to strategize my way out of this mess. My feet ran on autopilot. Plan after plan entered my mind, but left just as quick for none of them seemed able to work.

Then suddenly, I was snapped back into reality as I crashed into somebody. From the height and physique, I didn't have to open my eyes to know who it is.

Black.

Somehow, despite how fast I was going, she barely moved from her spot. She wrapped her arms around me to stop me from falling back onto the ground, getting me to tense immediately.

"Looks like I got you!" She chimed, wearing a shark's grin to show off her unnaturally sharp teeth. With her monstrous height, my head barely grazes her chin.

She shoves me away from her. I couldn't catch myself and hit the concrete.

"So, tag! You're it," She playfully titters.

Black is someone who always seems to care for her appearance, though with a rather peticular sense of style. Her clothing doesn't fit in along with the human's fashion sense, nor does she match well with the other Colors.

Her long hair stretches to her knees and she has a single streak of white that practically shines against the black of her hair, caressing the side of her face. She wears a long, elegant, black sleeved shirt, and running along the bottom are two, white stripes. She also had on black capris, and tall black boots with white lacing, which only add on to her monstrous height.

I'm guessing being about 2 whole metres tall isn't enough for her.

Along with her necklace, she also wears a plain black choker. And most peticular about her, she has what looks to be eyeliner running down her cheeks as if it's supposed to represent ink flowing from her eyes.