The Blanche Calla Lily

Prologue

A woman had stepped out of a bar, with a cigarette in her hand. Her hair, dark with one side shaven. She had her purse against her while she wore her uniform. Leather pants and a vest. The sound of her phone ringing came from her purse. When she looked at it, an all familiar name appeared. They had called her multiple times, she couldn't deal with them. Ignoring the call she grumbled, "men are so difficult to understand." Another call, this time with a variety of texts, the one calling her, her father. Glaring she turned her phone on silent and continued to walk.

The woman was a few blocks away from the bar she worked at, ignoring all the men who were cat calling her, "hey baby" one said. "Why don't you join me at my place tonight for some fun?" He was broad, his voice scratching with an unkempt beard.

She rolled her eyes and continued walking. This was the norm for her, each night she'd leave work and go home for the same man to try and sleep with her. It was a shame, she wanted to do more than be a bartender. As she walked by him her eyes went wide at the sudden jolt she felt. He'd never grabbed her before, "let go" she urged. There was only a grin she saw from him.

Her eyes narrowed, he wouldn't respond while she tried getting her wrist back. The red head then pulled a tube from her purse and sprayed his face. His grip only tightened, she forced herself not to quiver at his sight. She had seen his kind before, low, filthy, scum. Each one had a different background. Some were politicians with only greed in their hearts. Others were trying to get rid of any sorrow they had in their lives.

They were all the same to her. She demanded once more that he let go even after spraying her mace, to no avail. Her eyes closed expecting him to smite her. When she didn't feel the impact her heart froze. The grip on her wrist weakened and eventually gone.

The woman opened her eyes to find the man on the ground unconscious with a figure standing in front of her. She couldn't tell much from them, only that they were taller than her.

She thanked the man who had saved her. Walking backwards she kept her eyes on the figure, something felt wrong. Her hazel eyes widen, the figure charged. She ran, with all her might. Her weakness being the heels she wore. She didn't look back knowing it wouldn't help her.

Her body trembled, she didn't know what to do. Seeing a dumpster she hid behind it. If she made her way home, she wouldn't be safe. She bit her lip and dialed a number, she was trying so hard not to speak. She couldn't scream hoping the figure didn't find her.

The phone continued to ring, an eternity was passing before her. She needed him to answer, she prayed he would.

She heard him begin to speak, she couldn't understand what he was saying. The rushing of her heart had clouded her hearing, adrenaline through her veins. She wanted to continue running, into his arms. She wanted this to be a nightmare, how could they know where she was when she had changed jobs? Her body trembled, she tried to calm down.

The woman opened her mouth to speak. Before she could, a scream filled the city. Her phone dropped to the ground, her body lay lame under the figure.

The voice from the phone roared, asking what happened and where she was. There was no response for the person on the phone.

The figure stood above her, her eyes opened with the figure unmasking themselves in front of her. Before hiding their face once more, they dropped a calla lily on top of the woman's body and vanished in the shadows.