The Rainy City

Chapter 1

First day on the street of Tillar did not go as planned. In a fit of anxiety and fear of being found out Rainy dyed all of her hair black, weather it was a smart move or would just make her more noticeable in months to come, she didn't quite know. Out of the most strangest things to do in her time alone, dying her hair black was not going to be one of them, but it happened, there was no going back now. It was hot, something you could expect of black hair I suppose, seeing how it soaks up all light. Not only was it black but it seemed thicker than before.

Rainy walked out of the bathroom of that McDonald's with out a care in the world, she was quite content. She liked this new found confidence that came with being on her own. Sure the employees gave her a look that could only be associated with a crazy person, after she left the bathroom with a shade 100 times darker than she had when walking into the bathroom. But she waved them off and left the restaurant without buying a lick of food. Rainy only had so much money and if she was going to eat something she would spend it on something slightly less classy, maybe a street taco vendor, something that for sure would demolish and destroy her insides. 

Sliding on her round, three blind mice type sunglasses Rainy plopped her butt down on the side of the street, pulled out a cardboard sign and a collecting hat from her backpack. If you hadn't figured already the sign said something along the lines of this, "I am homeless and blind. Anything will help. God bless." Rainy, being of course neither blind nor religious, collected quite a few bills nonetheless. She even collected some food, leftover from the restaurants on either side of her. 

It was late afternoon but the sun was still high in the sky. A fruit vendor had parked just to the right of Rainy's charity, he seemed to be setting up for the diner rush that would be starting in about an hour. A slightly older teenager sat, parallel to Rainy on the other side of the street. His dark brown hair covered the left side of his face as he puffed heavily on a lit cigarette. He was eyeing the vendor closely. The owner of the vendor left for a few minutes, to get more ingredients from his vehicle. He had parked, what seemed to be a sketchy pedophile van only a few blocks away, in front of a pharmacy. The dark haired teen seemed to be eyeing the vendor more intensely now, even stopped smoking on his cigarette that was only halfway ashed. Wasting a perfectly good cig. For a moment it almost seemed as if he was focusing on Rainy, but she shook it off when she noticed a mango rolling off the side of the vendor. It landed with a thud onto the pavement below. Rainy almost got up to fetch it, but then remembered a blind woman would not have noticed. She watched as the mango rocked back and forth beneath the trolley it had rolled under. Then all of a sudden, without hesitation, that lively mango practically flew across the street. It dashed beneath fast moving cars, dogging their equally as fast wheels, and appearing on the other side of the road without a scratch. 

The brown haired boy, who was once sitting on the curb, was now slightly hiding behind a brick wall. He coaxed the mango with his finger, moving it in a, "come hither." manner. The mango obeyed, and Rainy watched as the boy picked it up like a ripe apple and sunk his teeth into it's juicy skin. A dribble of juice ran down the side of his chin and he wiped it away with a calloused thumb. He gave Rainy a teasing wink and then turned to face the alleyway he was headed down. He did an infuriating skip into the air, clicking his feet together in a childish manner, before disappearing completely from view. Of course, being the nosy, curious woman that Rainy had undoubtedly become, she followed quick behind him, making sure to be as quiet as a mouse. 

Minutes had passed before Rainy started to doubt her intentions. What was she doing, wasting her time following this boy? She didn't know what she had seen, could of just as well been the wind or a shift in the pavement. But, something about him intrigued Rainy, so she continued on behind him. Every so often he would lift up his arms to tousle his hair, and Rainy would get a whiff of his intoxicating cologne, that was a mix of a pine Forrest and wet asphalt.