Whispers of the wind

chapter 1

Here is a city where the days are as dark as the night and where our only light is ours. The houses are too the first that found it. No money but only exchange. The atmosphere is dark and gritty. Imagine towering skyscrapers that reach for the sky, their neon lights casting an eerie glow on the rain-soaked streets below. A place where everywhere is technology and where even you can be. The night it started I was simply home. My little girl was out with her friend and I couldn't pay my debt yet. I knew this moment would come but I didn’t know that it would be now. I wasn't able to say bye to my little girl. In a minute it happened, I was on the ground bleeding out. They scratched my neck open and left me there, they left a note before leaving. Poor little girl, Nova, my child. When she walked in she saw me, her father, laying there close to the kitchen counter. The smell was horrible. I tried to fight back, I really did, the table was broken on the floor and the rugs weren’t placed well anymore. Nova, when she saw me, ran to my body and bursted into tears. She was always so happy, but I understand why she wasn’t that night. She took the note and read it: “Pay the debt or it will pay you” she instantly understood, she stayed there crying on my unlive body. Her beautiful long pink hair covering her face. I can't explain how sorry I was that night, I left her. She said” I'll get revenge dad…” and I knew she would. A little after that, Nova and her best friend Raven were in their New home. They had made a place for them to be sure the people that killed me wouldn't kill them, they made it far. Their home was simple but cozy. The living room was a couch and a coffee table. The kitchen was just a counter, a fridge and an open, a very little kitchen, it was an open one to the living room and the eating area was more of a workplace where Nova was right now. She was trying to figure out like always who wrote the note. She wasn’t able to, there were too many possibilities, they needed a possible face and they would know. The front door was next to their couch and there was a small bedroom too. The door was next to the fridge. Unlike the rest of the house, the bedroom had a bed, not a pretty one, just what they could find. The room had white walls and a window, the living room also had a window but the walls were orange, brown. Raven was sitting on the couch sharpening her knives and checking her guns. The smell of their house was like kiwi and strawberry together. Nova, my little girl, had long pink hair that was in two ponytail styles, she was wearing a purple crop top with a pink jacket and broken jeans. She was focused, trying to find the print on the paper. Raven had black longer hair, she had tattoos everywhere around her body, she was wearing a long black shirt with brown baggy jeans. She had a sleepy face, looking at her weapon, taking her drug and smoking then going back to her sharp knives. In this world, what you had was stolen and you couldn’t just go and take, you had to fight for it. It was hard to live here but it was harder to live somewhere else. Gouvernement weren’t a thing, not anymore. People like the girls would fight for their lives so much that their cleverness was a need. Like Raven, she had a little knife attached to her wrist just to be sure that she could defend herself even without her beautiful gun or without Nova's pink knife.