~*Fate's POV*~
The sun is beginning to set. It looks like a painting, scarlet blending into rose, which fades into peach with hints of gold. Clouds dust the surface, and look somewhat like cotton candy. Such a beautiful thing, for such a barren place.
The ground is dirt, the air polluted. After inspecting the area around me, I realize there is no one here. Well, except Violet.
Violet, such a pretty, delicate name, for such a violent looking girl. Her hair, short and dirty blonde. Freckles dot the majority of her face. Her white shirt has been dirtied to the point of looking grey, with spots of crimson occasionally appearing in different sizes all over. Overtop is a jacket, tan and cropped, which is also quite disheveled. Below, she wears ebony tights, and if you look closely you can see a gun in the small of her back. Her shoes are combat boots, black, and obviously quite old.
She must notice the unease in my look, because she says, "We're almost there, don't-" but, then she stops in her tracks, and one world escapes from her mouth, barely above a whisper, "run."
A/N- I'm so, so sorry I took so long to update, and I'm also sorry this chapter is so short! I'll really try to update faster and have longer chapters after this.
