Sparky doesn't exist.
At least to the government anyway, she doesn't know where she's from or why she has to hide. It's frustrating, all she wants is a simple answer. Nobody seems willing to give her one.
That is until she comes across an old truck...
After that stunt I was convinced I had just murked a literal police guy like some kind of criminal. When I thought things couldn't get much worse a second cop walked onto the scene, couching down beside his buddy.
I was hyperventilating by the time he looked up at me, stood tall, then began power walking over (talk about scary) whilst I still clung to the side of the truck and drew a gun on me! Pointing it in my direction, he yelled something but I was too panicked to hear. On pure instinct I dove to the ground rolling onto my feet as the sound of a gunshot went off, it ricocheted, pinging into the ether somewhere.
Before I had even registered that I was running, I was already dodging oncoming cars as I crossed the road, which caused the beeping of horns. In my panic I could barely tell where I was headed, only that it must have been really inconveniencing commuter's considering all the honking it caused.
Tripping on the curb, I caught myself haphazardly as I stumbled onto the sidewalk, sprinting past several people as I went.
In the background I heard the policeman screech "AGHHH MY FOOT!" I daren't look back to see what was happening; right now, I couldn't think about anything. I just needed to flee.
I tore down the first alleyway I saw; panting, not so much from being out of breath, as it was from being absolutely terrified. I avoided a couple of potholes, edging past a parked car.
Finally a hiding place- a dumpster; without even thinking of any other options, I leapt inside, slamming the lid down behind me.
Looking back on it Ew, why did I do that?
Then I sat in the dark, smelly can of gross for what felt like hours. It wasn't hours, God did it feel like it though. I was only starting to collect my scattered brain together when I was assaulted by the light as the lid was lifted.
A tall pale rough looking bloke was staring down at me. His moderate length of hair was silver, slicked away from his face. The corner of his mouth sported a scar, which matched with the one cut through his thick black eyebrow. There were dark circles dug deep under his eyes like pits, although he had the most unsettling coloured irises I'd even seen on a human, they were crimson. Not a colour I thought people could have, maybe they were contacts?
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However something about his stance, the slight hunch to his shoulders and the bored almost amused smirk reminded me of Dan. I felt my guard drop, the panic spluttered out, leaving me to realise where I was sitting.
Why the hell did I choose to hide in a dumpster?
I could feel the embarrassment building up to make my cheeks red. I gingerly felt my way around until I got my balance, ignoring the squelching as I stood up. The smell was rancid, I probably smelt like a pile of crap too now. The man sniggered, backing away so I could climb out.
Fumbling over the side, I slipped hitting the concrete with a heavy crunch as my arms took the brunt of the fall. Scowling; I got to my feet, dusting my knees off from hell knows what, I straightened up, hoping to make myself at least seem less pathetic. Did it work? Probably not.
