Raven is living the normal life of a fugitive: moving around all the time, escaping, pretending to be dead, that sort of thing until Midnight Man, an assassin, tries to murder her. She is convinced that meeting the Midnight Man was the worst thing t...
My fingers turned blue fighting against the crisp New York air. I blew into my hands to warm them a bit. Standing on top of one of the tallest skyscrapers in New York City sure gave you an adrenaline rush. My senses started to keen into the serene darkness as I dabbled with the idea that I could fall to my death at any second. My short black ankle boots clicked beneath my feet giving me a weird sense of comfort.
A muscular arm suddenly wrapped itself around me constricting my very limited sense of movement. Just for a second, I could see his piercing green eyes searching mine. He soon got a hold of me and pinned me to the ground. He muttered something I couldn't understand. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. As soon as he let up a little, I pulled my silver pistol from my boot and pointed it at his face. He released me and slowly backed away.
He was kinda tall, around 6'3, and had a braun figure. I could just barely see a strand of midnight hair that he tried to tuck under the hood of his sweatshirt. I inched closer threatening to pull the trigger at any second if he were to even breathe.
"Who are you?" I asked and I honestly didn't expect an answer from this mysterious midnight guy.
"You know I can't tell you that." He said in a husky voice.
I continued to inch forward until he reached the edge of the building.
"Okay, if you can't tell me who you are, then who sent you?"
"I can't answer that either." He muttered.
"Don't underestimate my character," I warned holding up the gun and aiming it straight at his face.
He blinked and didn't seem too affected by my threat. Why can people be so ignorant? Pushing that thought away, I slid my finger onto the trigger, took one more deep breath, and shot.
"He underestimated my character." I sighed. I shot again for extra measure. I didn't even look where I shot.
The crack of the gun split the New York air sending people into a panic. I quickly jammed the gun back into my boot and stared at the lifeless body. I made a quick decision to take the limp body with me. There are too many people that live after being fatally wounded and I'm not taking those chances. After all, I am a fugitive. I patted him down for weapons he might be hiding and found a pocket knife and some brass knuckles. Assuming that people are blocking the way to my motorcycle, from there, I looked for any cars to hot-wire. The only car within distance was an old ridiculous yellow Volkswagon bug. That's not gonna stand out is it? I made my way to the stupid car and broke the window so I could hop in. Shit, it's a stickshift. As I was hotwiring the car, red and blue sirens started to sound in the street. Sparks flew and the engine revved to life. I shoveled Midnight Man into my arms and put him in the backseat. I took some rope from the inside of my jacket and bound his wrists and ankles. Too bad the seats are gonna be ruined. I floored the gas pedal and rushed to get out of the congested NYC streets.
The tires squealed under the tension of my horrible driving as I tried to make my escape through New York City. What? I haven't driven a stick shift in a while and I'm assuming you haven't either. I'm not actually a horrible driver. Anyways, Midnight Man was in fact, still alive as I heard him gasping for much-needed air. I glanced at the rearview mirror and started to watch him motion towards the door.
"Don't even try, they're locked. I'm not that stupid," I sighed as I pushed a red curtain of hair from my face, "at least this car isn't old enough to have child lock." I could see blood still bubbling from is fresh wounds.
I watched him slump back down on the seat and close his eyes. I shift my focus back on the outstretching roads as they take me farther away from civilization.
"Where are we going?"
"You know I can't answer that," I said as I mocked the Midnight Man like before.
Midnight Man rolled his eyes and grimaced in pain as his leg and stomach were spilling blood.
I take another glimpse at the Midnight Man and he was still slumped over in the back seat. I quickly pull over and exit out my door. I run over to the passenger side of the back seat and bust it open. Why do I care so much if he lives or dies? Putting that thought aside, I quickly try and feel for a pulse; it's there but super weak. I feeling of relief washed over me oddly.
I saw a glowing sign in the distance and decided it would be worth seeing what it is. I approached a gas station and pulled into the small lot. By this time, I was near the outskirts of the city. It was a small town that was almost unheard of. I pulled my hood up to conceal most of my face and walked inside the small building. In aisle three, I grabbed a first aid and suture kit. He's not gonna bleed out on me.
I walked quickly to the register and noticed the cashier, she didn't even look like she was seventeen, tense up a bit. I placed the item gently on the counter to make her feel more at ease even though I could tell she noticed something wasn't right. She quickly scanned the items and rang up the costs.
In the next minute, I was already outside and making my way towards the banks of the Hudson River. The bare full moonlight illuminated the frosty night. In that dumb bug, we drove until we couldn't see the hazy glow of the city no more.
"Get out of the car," I said coldly while opening the car door, trying to conceal any affection towards him.
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What do you guys think of this chapter? If the writing is a little weird, it's because I'm trying to try a new writing style. ;) Plus, this is my first book idea that I have actually followed through on.
Just to let you guys know, this is just a test chapter and I haven't really edited it yet. If you guys have any suggestions, feel free to comment and I will take it into consideration.
