Fated

Chapter 1

( Molly)

She revved the engine, making the purr of the engine grow loud and the wind fly around. She was on the run again, this time it was personal. She’d been in New York for the past three years. Of course she’d killed people, accidentally, but she managed to keep a low profile. And she’d only killed the people who needed to be killed. Rapists, murderers, pedophiles, and the sleazebags she absolutely despised. Sure, she knew that wouldn’t redeem her, but at least the sick bastards got what they deserved. She gave a little grunt of laughter and leaned forward on the Harley, she’d gotten the beauty after her . She could still remember her first run. She’d been 10, and she’d been in love with the cutest boy. His name was Evan Taylor. He was the hottest thing that she’d ever lad her little fourth grade eyes on. And she was hyped when he gave her a kiss on the cheek. She remembered she’d had so much energy and excitement.

               Then she remembered when he went so still, like his lips were permanently stuck to the side of her face. She leaned back and shrieked in horror when she saw that his eyes had gone completely black and his face had gone completely pale. Everyone came, everyone reacted to her scream, and they all saw her face. They all saw his face, but there was only one that stuck out to her. Her best friend, Thomas Greene. Thomas was like the peanut butter to her jelly, anything that she couldn’t write in her diary, she’d tell him, there wasn’t anyone else to tell. All the other kids at the orphanage didn’t talk to her, and the adults only talked to her out of pity.

               She knew why there was pity; she was the pretty brunette with the green eyes that no other kid talked to. Yet she took it all in stride, she loved the attention, craved it. But at that moment, knowing that she’d probably killed this boy, she didn’t want it. Thomas had shaken his head, telling her not to run. Telling her that, somehow, they would fix it and find out what happened. But she couldn’t stay, this little boy had just died and it was her fault. She couldn’t stay. She ran out of the little circle that had been closing down on her and ran straight to the orphanage. She couldn’t stay. She packed her bags with tears running down her face. Miss Mary wasn’t there, the whole orphanage seemed empty. She thought it was mocking her. It was empty and alone, mocking the rest of her life. She’d run to the bus stop and managed to blend in with the people. She couldn’t stay.

               Ever since then she’d been on the run. Though her life had grown completely dangerous. When she turned thirteen she had to find somewhere to work. She was perfectly fine living at the orphanage in Montana, but one day when she’d woken up and taken her shower she’d noticed something. Her eyes, once green and vibrant, were now black. They were black pools, just as Evan’s had been. At first she’d been freaked, nearly fainted, but then she’d pulled herself together. It just meant the she had to get out. She’d stolen some money from the head of the orphanage and bought her several pairs of green contacts. Now here she was. Running away again, but this time it was different. This time she was running back home. Back to South Carolina. The warm air wrapped around her like a blanket and she smiled at the warm feeling. It’d been so long since she’d been warm. Every place she’d ran to had been cold. She slowed a little as she hit the town, marveling at how it seemed untouched by time. Everything was the same. There were still penny stores; there were still candy shops, hell the old milkshake place was still there. The milkshake place was like a communication center for all things cool. It still had its retro words etched onto it; its white paint was still there only a bit dulled. She smiled warmly as she pulled up on the sidewalk to the milkshake place. Carly’s was what the place was called. She loved how it just rolled off her tongue like old times. Getting off her motorcycle she looked around. No one would recognize her, she’d changed so much. Her hair was the same color; it was just longer and curlier. Her body was curvier, and she had put on a bit of weight. But moving from place to place doesn’t leave you much time to be health conscious. She stretched in her cropped leather jacket and rolled her neck. Ok Molly, time to face your demons; she thought with a small cynical smile as she entered the place.