Fallen (Captain American Fan/Fic)

Chapter One

Evangeline

Swinging down the slippery pole, my feet gradually hit the stage in a suductive manner. The song finished so I meekly smile and bend down to pick up the money. Leering eyes and grabby hands come my way as I pick up the fallen money on the floor. Thankfully the next dancer is called up next so I take my share and quickly escape to my back room. I open my door that has Lina plastered in gold, bold letters and sit in front of the glittery mirror. Quickly counting my money I count up 1,000 dollars. "Not bad Vangy, not bad" I mutter in approval.

I cast a look at my face in the mirror, and I hate what I see. It may help pay my bills but I still hate it. A hollowed out face that make my cheek-bones more prominent, covered in red blush. My body skinny from being malnourished from the low income and the constant bills and traveling. My raven black hair in stringy, curly waves that travel down my back. Then to my once innocent, vibrant blue eyes that changed into a stone-hard, guarded dull grey. I have changed and for something I couldn't control, for something that haunts me even now.

"Lina." I turn around and see Rick standing in the doorway. "Your on in 10, and watch out there's a big crowd tonight. I'll call a cab for you after your shift."

Shit, she looks like she's gunna fall down any minute now. Doesn't matter, wouldn't mind seeing her ass bending towards me.

Visibly flinching at Ricks thoughts I nod my head and turn back around. I look at the clock and see that 30 minutes have gone by. Shit, I think. I re-apply the blood-red lipstick and head back for the stage.

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During my routine my eyes always flickered to the man sitting in the back. His eyes prob into me, not in a drunken lustful way, but like he was calculating my every move. He didn't throw any money, nor did he shoot obscenities my way. It frightened me in a new way cause this was different, and different wasn't ever good.

My eyes find the bouncers at the front and I flick my hand ever so slightly at them. They notice this and straighten up and search around with hawk-eyes. They're now on high alert. This is the signal if we ever get an uneasy feeling around customers. I come to a stop and slowly bend back upwards. Again, I scavenge for the thrown money and make my way back to my room.

I pick up discarded clothing on the floor while smashing them in my bag and walk out to the front while simultaneously putting on my coat to protect me from cities cold winter. I waited for the cab which hopefully should come as Rick promised. All too soon I felt the uncomfortable probing sensation across my shoulders. I look around and see the same man in black staring at me a few yards away. He was hidden by the shadows the street lamps cast across his face so I couldn't properly identify him.

He moved towards me. I quickly felt the familiar feeling of power swelling within me. Directing it towards him I waited for him to strike. But it never came. He walked by me and smirked my way, I felt I hand drop something in my coat. When I knew he was a good amount of feet away from me I let down my guard and felt around in my pocket. My hand touched a piece of crumpled paper. I pulled it out and all I saw where the three words that sent me in a terrible frenzy. I quickly ripped the paper into pieces and ran home.

Hello, my love.

~ S

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(A/n: So how was it? Good, bad? I'm gradually building the story so it might be slow at times but comment suggestions.)