Holding Out For A Hero

Holding Out For A Hero [Chapter Four]

Authour's Notice: Hey guys! First I'd like to apologize for the two weeks of no uploads. As I said before in a few messages, I was away on vacation and wasn't permitted to bring my flash drive. Didn't want to loose another one! Also while I was gone even though I didn't upload this story, I've gained some things for this story. The first gain would be an editor; something all of you who've read my other things clearly know I needed. Having an editor means that from this chapter on, everything should be corrected. The dedication today is for her because this was her first chapter edited! The second gain would be six new covers from KHTurley. The current cover is one of the options and will remain the cover until you guys pick which from the slideshow on the side you like best. Just put the number somewhere in your comment it would greatly be appreciated. Sorry for the extra long Authour's notice, but I've said everything that needed to be said and now you can begin reading. Please comment, vote and maybe even fan if you like this enough! It would really mean the world to me!

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Chapter Four

Genevieve’s POV

 

Being in such a big city was overwhelming. I was born and raised in Jackson Point. The town’s Sobeys could be considered the mall. Seeing as the local Sobeys was the only place to purchase clothing. Unless you were willing to drive the hour and a half drive into town or take the ferry across.

I walked along the sidewalk with my mouth open wide. It was my first time in the city and the feeling of it all was shocking. Frantic car horns and the hollers of street vendors could be heard from miles away. Every time a horn was honked the sound echoed in my ear. It was loud and annoying, nothing like the jolly greeting horn that was most commonly used in Jackson Point. Nobody had a reason to honk their horns out of impatience there.

I couldn’t believe the way pedestrians fearlessly jumped into the streets without using the crosswalk. I was surprised at the politeness of the folks walking with me on the sidewalk. Unlike I was told when I was little, they did not shove you out of there way or offer rude comments if your pace was slow.

The scent of the city had settled into my bones, latching on to my clothing. The air wasn’t as fresh as the air that blew up from the ocean back home. It contained a ripe stench that burned my nose every time I inhaled. Exhaust from the cars and second hand smoke from the diligent smokers floated up, mixing with the oxygen. Aside from the pollution, I could also smell the pungent odour of coffee beans and the delicious scent of baking muffins.

Everywhere you looked the space was occupied with a building. A large skyscraper stood tall in front of me, shielding the upcoming sun from the city folks who rushed to their jobs in fancy suits and expensive shoes. Store owners had already switched on their OPEN signs and waited for the dinging of the front bell.

I glanced around the crowded space in search of the Train Station. I couldn’t seem to spot a single sign that pointed me in the correct direction. Not knowing the city well I turned on my heel, gazing around my surroundings.

As I spun however, my foot caught on to a foot of another person. I stumbled but managed to catch my balance on a trash bin. I turned to face the person who stepped away from me. It was a man who looked as if he was in his early twenties.

He had long copper blonde hair that reached slightly past his shoulders. Each strand was twisted into its own dirty dreadlock which were pulled into a loose ponytail at the back and drawn to the side. His face was square and full. It held sharp features. His eyes were small and a shade of light green. They peered out from his ball cap that was missing a curved beak.