They Called Me Cold, They Called Him a Liar

In the Beginning, there was Martha

Yay, second update! Again, any help is greatly appreciated. Just a fair warning, these "chapters" will be short but there will be many.

Thanks!

-Dakota

In the beginning, there was Martha

That had been three months ago, the cold, the nothingness. I'd still be like that if it hadn't been for Martha. Martha found me near death, scared out of my mind, half feral, and took me in anyways. Everything I know is because she taught me, and she became the mother and mentor I needed. She even named me, Sydney, and I stuck with it.

We both share the same angular face, blonde hair and slim figure, but my eyes are different from her blue. Mine are a muddy brown, plain, forgettable, just like the rest of me.

We live in a small apartment complex in New York, and I was easy to loose in a big crowd. Life would be hard on my own.

But with Martha everything's easy. She'd go to work, I'd stay home to keep everything tidy, go out shopping, read, cook, anything really until she gets home.

I open my eyes, and get out of bed, changing into some sweat pants and a tee shirt to go downstairs and way breakfast.

"'Morning Mar," I say cheerfully, grabbing a plate and piling it with pancakes.

"Oh, good morning Syd, have a nice sleep?" she asks, looking up from her book to give me a warm smile. That was her thing. Smiling. Mine was a glower at everyone while out and about, so I'll let you guess who has more friends.

I laugh, and set my plate down to give her a good morning hug.

"Yup," I say, making a popping noise when pronouncing the 'p' and sit back down, dumping a load of maple syrup onto my plate.

Martha chuckles, and makes a small shake of her head. "you do know, I've been thinking." Oh, no. "maybe you should get out, see some people..." she trails off.

I drop my fork, and stand next to her to wrap my arms around her shoulders. "Awwww, Martha, I'm perfectly fine. But if it makes you feel better, I'll go out and try." I say. Lie, but she's been worrying about me for a while.

She nods, but her head snaps up to look at the clock.

"Darling, I'm sorry to go,but I'll be late for work. Have a nice day!" she cries over her shoulder, as she dashes the to door, grabbing her purse and slipping on some shoes.

I smile, and the door closes behind her.

*::*

A man stands alone in an alleyway, waiting.

Another joins him, and bows.

"Have you any word?" the first asks, his voice full of power and authority.

The lesser man shrinks a little, looking at the ground. "No, sir."

"Then keep looking!" the first one snaps, making the other scurry away.