Warm Rain

Chapter 1

Thank you for reading my story. I wrote this about a year ago and I figured I'd publish it on here to see if it gains any traction. If you enjoy the first chapter, let me know and I will certainly write the following chapters and finish the story! This is a kind of rough draft so please don't expect superbly high quality writing. Thank you! Enjoy!

Cover Art By:  Eurielle

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The moonlight shined through the narrow alley and glistened onto the blade as it fell from her hands and clashed with the bloody and wet asphalt. Her tired hands trembled, soaked in fresh blood. The sound of pouring rain muffled the final grunts of the dismembered men. She stashed her steel knife away in her boot and then picked up the fallen knife and placed it onto the body of the large and bulky man whom it belonged. His throat had been sliced open and his dead hands were still clinging to it as if time was frozen moments before he died. She paused and took a few moments to apologies to the bodies, as she always did. She lifted her thin cloak and wiped her young hands dry of the warm blood. The cloak was made of a simple fabric that was stained brown with a hood stitched to the top that concealed her identity. It was littered with holes, each one with a different story, much like battle scars on warriors. But she was not interested in the story she was making, only that her parents were kept alive. And for them to survive, she must kill.

She slid out from the shadows and quickly glanced both ways down the sidewalk of the small town street to ensure no one had witnessed what had happened before continuing. Old rickety houses, mostly two-story, lined the dark street. A few street lights emitted light onto the worn and cracked road but the heavy rain made them about as useful as a dying flashlight. Old cars sat on the street, waiting to finally be get used again.

As she walked, her body felt as if all of the men she had just killed were shackled to her ankles. She was used to the feeling though—the feeling of numbness and guilt, but she could never stop it from bothering her. The warm rain helped calm her down as it was like being baptized to her, it washed away all of her evils that she committed and made her clean once more. Warm rain she was always fond of, but cold rain though, that brought back too many harsh memories.

Her stomach growled with intensity. It hasn't received nutrition in days. How she had enough strength to continue was a mystery within her. They never fed her. Left alone to gather her own necessities was all she ever knew after the incident. There were no farm fields for miles that she could harvest and feed from. This is what she would always do if she could. But it wasn't an option for her desperate body so breaking into the local gas station a few miles ahead was.

The rainclouds had given up their dominance of the night sky by the time she reached the station but rain still fell. The lights were out as it had closed long ago and it was well into the early morning. She made quick work of the lock on the rusty backdoor and opened it. Over the years she had perfected her lock picking skills. Even after not having to pick a lock for a few weeks, it is much like being able to still ride a bike after not riding one for years. She entered through the mucky-aired stockroom with boxes towering against the walls and made her way to the section where all the edible goods were displayed. The only light was the moonlight beaming in through the large glass windows.

She strolled around the different sections for different types of food as if she were shopping for a Christmas feast. She made her way to the freezers that took hostage to her favorite snack—Ice cream. Her eyes searched for her beloved. Up. Down. Across. Again. And Again. Finally she had found what she was looking for. She opened the cold freezer door and stretched her thin body upwards to the top shelf and grabbed a box of chocolate dipped ice cream cones. She let out a much needed sigh and let her tired body slip down the glass doors until she was seated on the floor with the box in hand. She fought the box to open and finally succeeded and then removed one of the cones. The moonlight glistened off the perfectly made chocolate shell swirl as she held it in front of her. Any other flavor or kind of ice cream would've satisfied her desire just fine, but she had a reason to specifically like chocolate covered cones. Tasting it brought her back to a time when she was much younger.