Fate

Cottonwood

I'm Jace Morgan. Tempter of fate, charmer, and "Little Miss Lucky". I've also been told beutiful, but I think average suits me more. My friends say my radiant curly red hair and sky blue eyes are to die for and wont let my change it. I would like to have the experience, but of course its not allowed.

Its October 31st, the ideal time for gangs. If you were on Cottonwood Road today, you were asking for trouble. Yep, thats me. The trouble maker. Not that I was trying to be one. I just was.

I glanced back at the closed road sign behind me. Nobody. I looked ahead to the abandoned construction site. Hmmm. I took my chances. I picked up speed and stormed right by the neon orange signs. Right to the edge. Trust me, when you feel like your being watched, my position wasn't the best. I stared at the churning waters below, suddenly scared of my own fate. I turned and ran. Past various machines, and right through the closed road signs. I caught a glimpes of some shadowy figures furhter down the street before a dove head first into the nearest ditch.

"Did you see that chick?"

"Red-head?"

"Yeah her!"

"She was hot."

"Eh, I've seen better."

That last comment was followed by many accusing ooh's. Ew. It was insulting to know that I was merley more prey to them, though relieving at the same time. Suddenly, I felt a hot breath on my neck. I turned fast. I ended up lying on my back breathing hard, with a guy on top of me. "What the heck are you doing here You're gonna get yourself killed." the stranger snapped. "Why do you care? You don't know me. And on that note, GET OFF ME YOU CREEP!" I belowed in a whisper.

The man jumped up and pulled me with him. "Follow me." he mumbled. "And what makes you think I'll do that?" I snapped. "Because its me or them. And trust me, they'll so way worse stuff to you than I will." he insisted. Whatever. I let the guy pull me into one of the empty houses. He closed all the curatins. I perched on the kitchen counter watching him bustle around, closing stuff. What a weirdo. "So while your running around like a mad man, could I ask you some questions?" I didn't really care if he said no, I was gonna ask him anyway. "Sure. Fire away." the stranger said.

"Whats your name?"

"Brice Baylock"

"Who the heck are you?"

"Classified"

Classified? What kind of answer is that? What kind of person says their information is classified to the person they're kidnapping? Usually the kidnappy ends up dead. But you know, who cares.

"Where do you live?"

"Uh, also classified."

"Why are you trying to protect me? If that is what your trying to do."

That last question brought and awkward silence. But at least it did get an answer. . . that wasn't classified.

"Thoose guys. . . I follow them around. Protecting people they prey on, if I can. Usually I just tell them to get out and stay out. With you, I might not be able to send you off so easily."

I was flattered. For awhile at least. "You don't know a thing about me, you creeper." I snorted. "Correction. You have anger problems and a slight attitude. Your also a Fate Tempter and really lucky I showed up when I did." he said smugly. But I was confused. "Fate Tempter?" I asked rather stupidly. "A person who tempts fate." Brice rolled his eyes.

"See! I know plenty about you. Except your name." he tapped his finger on his chin and looked at the ceiling pretending to be lost in thought. "Jace Morgan." I answered the question nobody asked. Brice nodded.

"So how long are you gonna keep me in this prison, officer?" I half joked. The dust was driving me nuts. Plus this place was a dump considering it hadn't been used in over 5 years, so it really was like a prison. When nobody answered I atempted to lighten the mood. "Are you trying to kill me or something? " I teased. But Brice didn't take it so lightly. He looked up, shocked, like I had just shot him or something. "Dude! It was a joke." that calmed him down alittle bit. "But seriously, get me outta here. Like, now." I demanded. "Fine. They're gone now anyway. But I'm staying with you." It was clear I had no option, but I didn't care. "Okay Brice, listen, I can take care of myself. So leave me alone." I snapped. But Brice wouldn't be swayed. He said I could have been killed or worse if he hadn't found me. Whatever. Let him tag along. Until he said we couldn't leave Cottonwood Road. Who does this guy think he is? My mother? Yeah right.

"I'm sorry, what? I asked you to get me out of this prison, and your gonna bring me to another one?" I demanded. "Let me explain. This one yes, its falling apart and dusty. The one I'm taking you to is all fixed up. Like a secert fort almost." he said cheerfully. "Yay! A seceret fort. Do we get to have tea parties with dolls?" I cheered with extreme sarcasm. "Ha ha. Very funny Jace Morgan." Then I stuck my tongue out at him. Something that was well deserved.