Stolen Innocence

So it Begins.

~/* This story takes place in roughly 1998, though the town still has a bit of an older setting and theme.*\~

Her silver hair cascaded down the sides of her face, her bangs tucked back behind her ear, the dull, stormy weather sunlight, hitting it to resemble a moon stricken waterfall. She lent against the stone wall, a menthol cigarette from a pack of 100's pressed to her pale pink lips, smoke twirling from her mouth, dancing into the cold air like a forgotten ballet dancer giving their final dance. Her lavender eyes, sparkling with a dull gold dancing around the oddly miss colored, deep henna brown pupil, as the dying flame of a fire once would, traveled about the cold, snow kissed, cobbled streets, landing upon two men. The longer she begun to stare, the more of a suspicious feeding of a rather uneasy feeling came about, as they paced about a small shopping stand eyeing over it with caution. Her feet concealed in worn down black shoes, carried her forward towards the two as they circled about watching the salesman, her attention being drawn further when she saw them part from each other, the hand of one of the men slipping into the pocket of the shop keeper. She shook her head, her breath in sight of the cold, stiff air as she let out a scoff, and spoke softly as she begun to walk away from the scene before her. 

      "Such a small town; though crime still swims through the streets"

  Her breath hitched, her small and frail body giving a small lurch backwards to halt when she heard a loud voice flutter through the air, and wooden materials clatter onto the cold ground. Her feet frantically carrying her in reverse just in time to avoid the two, fleeing from the old man, a look of anger on his age creased face as he noted the act of thievery they had committed. She pursed her lips, her lavender eyes narrowed as the two made a run for it, a mad dash through the crowds to disappear into the foggy cobbled streets. The excitement died away quickly, the shopkeep left angered and distressed as he sighed heavily, beginning to pick up the fallen items. All that was left was the soft sounds of the voices fading to soft mumbles in the mist heavy air, and the clicking of horses hooves upon the stone. She carried on, and found herself venturing the same way the two thieves had vanished upon, but continued on in some sense of hidden interest. 

  Slowly but surely, she came upon a cut off alleyway, hidden away by chain-link fence with torn fabrics lain over it, concealing soft voices behind it. As her curiosity begun to peak she placed her hand upon the fence, lacing her fingers into the space between the links, hoisting herself up to begin her small climb. She heaved her feeble, and petite frame over the top, landing with a rather strong amount of grace, though no sound. She lent back pivoting on her heels to face what was previously behind her, seeing steam from broken pipes floating overhead in the alleyway, her eyes caught on light flittering from an abrupt turn in the alley that faded into a slope into a small tunnel. Her body said stop, though her mind didn't listen and carried her forward until she faced two figures hunched over a pile facing away from her, muttering softly to each other. Her small hand trailed over her belt to hover over the ebony handle, embedded with emeralds and a singular ruby, that belonged to her deadly knife with an intricately twisted blade. One of the men; white hair, and a singular black streak, caught sight of the movement of her shadow that stretched ahead of them, and nudged his partner, whose hood was up, hiding any hint of an identity. The hooded figure glanced over, the small flickering fire lighting up a small fraction of his face, his eyes giving that of a cat eyed green glow, hypnotic in their sleep deprived sockets, silver hugging around the pupils, the stare, stabbing into her chest; she couldn't pull away, she couldn't move. He nudged his partner lacking the hood, ebbing him towards her, his voice like the soft and distant thunder of a spring storm upon a beach, harmonizing with the waves lapping at the shore;