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Most of the crime organizations that exist within New Ithaca make their home here, somewhere.
Raining, raining, raining . . . it just HAD to be raining didn’t it? No, with her luck, it would be even stranger if it had not been raining cats and dogs. She knew that too. The whole day, it seemed like the sky might just open up and let the rain fall, but never had. As long as the sun was suppose to be out, everything was rather murky looking, all gloomy. Unpleasant and just horrible looking; it was the sort of day that made you want to curl back up in bed under your covers because it was icky out and cold.
Cold yes, but not cold enough for it to snow. Just rain.
This was where her story picks up, shortly after sunset, when the first bits of rain began to fall from the clouds above, thunder rolling overhead as she attempted to traverse the labyrinth-like confines of the section of a city called New Ithaca known as ‘Xibalba’ to the city’s youth. It lay deep within the heart of Avalon; New Ithaca’s thriving downtown, and was rather infamous for all of the illegal activities that took place here, as well as the syndicates that made their homes here. Most sane people, who had no business in Xibalba, always were explicitly careful not to wander into after dark. The things that could happen to a person after dark . . . oh, those are things one shouldn’t even want to think about.
Unfortunate Vega Delacroix had been taking the bus home from a little trip to the grocery store, and had found herself falling asleep as it went on. She had nodded off, conking out in her seat, no one bothering to awaken her from her slumber until the bus was making its final stop for the night. One of the last remaining passengers spotted the little blonde dozing away, shook her shoulder and informed her that it was time for her to get off. The bus was going to be heading back to the station for the night.
Perplexed, and lost in the clutches of post-slumber confusion, Vega was guided off the bus by the passenger who had woke her up, and left alone with a wish for luck. As soon as the chilly rainfall hit her face, Vega was brought back to her full senses, and she unexpectedly realized where it was she had been left. The bus pulled away, and Vega was left unaccompanied, standing on a sodden sidewalk in the part of the Avalon district someone of her size and gender did not want to be after dark; Xibalba.
It didn’t take long for Vega’s clothes to become soaked from the rain, and stick to her; same for her hair. Making as much haste as she could, Vega began to walk off to the nearest bus station to try to find a schedule for a bus that would get her home as soon as possible. She knew that her brother would not be happy when she turned up at home late.
Of course though, it didn’t take long for some rather unpleasant individuals to take notice of Vega and her small stature. . . . As soon as she realized she was being stalked by several men whom were at least twice her size in weight, she took off in a sprint.
And this is where we join Vega, in the midst of being pursued by several strange men on a cold, rainy night as thunder rolled overhead.
Damn it, she mentally cursed, rounding a corner as she took in a rather ragged breath of air, Damn it all, why did I have to fall asleep? And why did I have to be on the one bus that made its final stop in Xibalba of all places in New Ithaca?
The rain pelted her face, and her bare legs, she had picked a bad day to wear shorts, and the heels of her sandals clicked against the cracked and worn out cement of the sidewalk loudly. It was so dark, and so hard to see where she was going through the rain. . . . Vega didn’t know anything about Xibalba’s layout, all she knew was where the bus stations were so if she wound up there, she could leave as soon as she possibly could. But, she couldn’t navigate the confines of this labyrinth-like section of the city while running for dear life.
Behind Vega, so close behind her, she could hear the footfalls of those pursuing her. She wanted to cry, part of her really wanted to cry, to scream out in mortal terror, but would it do any good? Would it do any good here In Xibalba, where the screams of girls her age were so very common. . . ? I wish it wasn’t raining! If it wasn’t raining I could scare these losers off with my fire. . . .
“Heeey! C’mon now you pretty little thing! Why don’tcha slow down and talk to me and my friends? We ain’t gonna hurt ya, y’know!” Vega heard one of the men behind her call out. She dare not look back; she knew one of the rules when it came to being chased was to never look back at what was behind you. It just slowed you down.
As if I’d talk to you lot, With that Vega rounded yet another corner, heading down an alleyway to what hopefully be a more open area. . . . Her feet splashed against water that had built up in the narrow parting between buildings as she darted through it, only to be forced to slide to a stop as she nearly hit a dead end. Vega let out a light gasp, and a whimper, taking the slightest of steps backward, realizing that she was in quite the predicament. No, no, no this was seriously not happening to her!
There was a laugh, a sinister, rather ominous laugh that sounded out too clearly through the pouring rain to Vega’s ears. With fear written into her bones, Vega slowly craned her head around, and looking to the entrance of the alley she was now trapped in.
Standing there, still, was the silhouettes of several men. Their shadows and sizes were evident against the light that barely made its way into the little passage. “Well now, looks like yer trapped, ain’t ya?” One of the men breathed out.
Vega turned around, completely and instinctively she attempted to back up, as anyone would in her situation. When her shoulder made contact with the chain link fencing behind her, she let out a whine as it rattled on. Slowly the men were closing in on her; maybe they were actually going faster, but in the terror-laced mind of Vega they were coming at her in a slow manner that made her skin go gooseflesh, it sent chills of utter horror down her spine. It made everything feel all the more worse than it was then.
Without thinking about it much, Vega brought her hands out in front of her and attempted to conjure up any sort of fire she could. Please, please! To whatever omnipotent force out there who gave me these powers, I beg of you to please let me make a flame strong enough now to save my skin! PLEASE she prayed desperately.
She flexed her fingers several times, a small ball of fire forming in-between the palms of her hands, only to be snuffed out by the rain that fell. Nothing, she just couldn’t manage anything up. . . . Seemed whatever gave her, her powers just wasn’t listening to Vega tonight. “Damn it. . . .” she seethed, looking up to see the men who had been chasing her were only a few feet from her, through the darkness Vega could make out a sick smile upon the face of the one she presumed their leader.
Vega pressed herself back into the fencing, as much as it would allow her too, and gripped onto it as a hand latched onto the fence right above her head, a bolt of shock and utter fright went through Vega’s body at the noise it made. And before the man could say even a word, Vega screamed out as loudly as her small body would allow her, “SOMEONE! PLEASE HELP ME!!”
A horrible day as usual and he was walking back home with the groceries slung over his right shoulder. The pouring rain had drenched his clothes but he really didn't care because he had always loved the rain for some reason. Pray would always come through Xibalba to go to the grocery store because it was faster and he wouldn't walk by many people.
Pray wasn't the sensitive kind of person, he didn't care about the cold air biting at his nose and reaching down to his finger tips and toes. Having his hair all wet and sticking to his face making it hard to see didn't annoy him in any way because he just really couldn't care less. He would be home soon, he would take a nice warm shower and all the bitter coldness would vanish withing seconds.
“SOMEONE! PLEASE HELP ME!!”
He was going to have to postpone the shower and hot drink for later when he heard the scream coming for the side alley not far away. He turned in to find a girl corned against a fence by a man, Pray had to pull his hair back so that only the large drops of water would hit his face and trail down from his eyes to his lips. He placed his grocery bag on the floor where it wouldn't get wet while he took care of the situation.
"I'm sorry if you were expecting a prince charming, but, do you need some help?" asked Pray as calmly as possible so that he wouldn't frighten that girl and so the man would be a bit intimidated and if he was smart. . . run away.
It was getting late, already the early hours of the dawn were beginning to set in as Christelle saw a faint flicker of sunrise behind the windows dirt and smashed reflection. It was clear no one else was going to be bothering her tonight for buisness. Picking up a glass she had been staring at on the bar she quickly finished off the bitter liquid as it burned what sensations she still had down her throat. "cheers for the meal Harold" she spoke to the old man with an overlarge moustache as he wiped clean another glass with a cloth behind the wooden bar in-need of touch up.
"Any time Elle, your always welcome here" he smiled at her far too comfortably, she didnt like how she was beginning to grow an affection for the old man, she was even beginning to feel like he was trustworthy, almost as though he could be her grandfather. She had to be careful, all of the people she got close too ended up suffering, she was a demon afterall, what else could control shadows like she could.
"right" she hesitated a small smile before letting it die quickly. Jumping off the stool she pulled out a pair of black leather gloves from her pocket and pulled them on, they matched her black leather jumpsuit perfectly. "See you tomorrow" she nodded to the old man leaving the now quiet pub the door clanging shut behind her as she stepped into a puddle, a reminder of the rain that had previously been pouring. It had recently stopped to Christelle's delight.
Fumbling with her bikers hood she sighed pulling a hand through her long black hair as she walked to the carpark its tarmac full of pot holes as was to be expected in Xibalba. It was surrounded by tall apartment buildings, all battered by age and the odd scream apparant, she was sure she heard one earlier, there was a small steet nearby with a chain fence cutting off the street from the carpark's vehicles, a group of thugs were hanging out there which made her roll her eyes. There was never a time in Xibalba where you could walk around without seeing someone suspicious.
Her boots clomping into the puddles that scattered around Christelle stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her Suzuki Motorcycle. Four men were hovering over it, one of them had his hand on the seat making her feel uneasy, they immediantly noticed her from the sound of the splash her boots had made, looking at her shaking their heads with sarcastic grins.
"Move" she spoke quietly feeling a brash clenching in her stomach hesitating her movements.
They each looked to one another before laughing cynically, one of them was smoking a cigarette which made Christelle want to vomit. She hated those things. "So your Christelle Fitzroy? eh" he spoke without wanting a response since it was obvious, Elle had enough repuation around Xibalba to make her recognisable. "the woman of mystery, the woman who can find you within a second and the woman who can kill you within a minute" he laughed his tone sarcastic and hateful as he flicked the cigarette onto the ground spitting after it his face suddenly changing to something serious "You look like a pitiful girl full of lies to me" his eyes narrowed as the other three walked forward their expression creepy as the guy who had spoke leant back of her motorcycle.
"I'll tell you again move, if you value your dignity and life I advice you do so" she kept her calm and reslove despite the fluttering panic that had encrusted her heart. She hated conflicts, she hated getting involved in otherpeoples lives, she only made it worse.
"Shut up little girl, what are you 18? I'm fed up of hearing these stupid rumours about you, Your a child nothing less learn your place" he gave a sign to the three guys his voice pissed off and unsatisfied.
Elle clenched her fist, she had to fight back.
"What was the fuss about her being pretty anyway?" one of the three guys said
"Not a clue, that scar is disgusting, it just makes her look useless"
"I don't know, it kind of has a charm" the final one spoke as they neared her, Elle stood completly still as one of them pulled out their arm to punch her. She felt her insides crumble, she hated that scar, she hated all of them, they were an aweful reminder of her past.
Taking a deep breath she moved, twisting out of the punch she avoided it, ducking under another and dodging what she could to the best of her ability. She could just leave right now, she could use her shadow walk to dissapear, but then they would have her Suzuki Motorcycle. That was something she was not willing to give up.
Dropping to the floor she swung out her leg in a circle motion tripping up two of the guys, however the third managed to use that chance to slam a bat on her back making her slump forward as pain surged through her spine in sharp spikes. "Bastard" she winced not wasting time to let the pain set in as she rolled on the wet floor out of the way of a second hit with the bat, irritating the guy.
"Stay still would you" he cursed trying to hit her but she kept rolling until she finally got up, she didn't want to do this, but it seemed like she was going to have to use her shadow powers to get out of this. Glaring at the guy who was still touching her bike, she knew, him for sure she would leave behind in the darkness of the shadow realm.
Suddenly, Pray woke up in a large puddle of water, he must have been dreaming, his grocery bag was in his hand and his whole back was muddy, but he wondered why he had first of all slept in the rain and second of all dreamed of something so weird. He thought over it a little before getting back up and pulling his wet hair back so that he could keep walking.
"What was that all about?" Pray was still confused about it all, he didn't know the girl at all.
He kept on walking down the street not paying attention to anything going on around as he rubbed his forehead and dug deep into his mind to remember anything that could make him even think of such a scene from his dream. He got closer to the fight taking place with the four men and Christelle but Pray really didn't care at all and mostly wasn't paying any attention. He kept on walking not knowing at all to which peril he was headed towards.
"Just what was that dream?" He was now in the middle of the five people with his hand on his leaned over forehead.
Mitch watched as Vega sat down on the carpet again. She looked kind of sullen for a moment then tied up her hair with something from her wrist. I wonder why she looks so down? He wondered. I hope she’s not disappointed that I didn’t have anything better to eat. Or maybe she’s still freaking out about what happened. He frowned at the thought.
Mitch caught himself staring at her, the looked away quickly before taking another swing of his coke and moving over toward the couch. Sitting down, he was too deep in thought to feel that his pants were still wet. I should try and cheer her up right? But what should I do? He silently sipped on the half empty coke. Should I try and tell her a joke? She seems to tell a lot herself…. He stared ahead at the back screen of the old TV.
Ok, what jokes do I know? Mitch stared at the TV for a moment, his mind completely blank. DAMN IT TO HELL! He leaned his head forward and covered his face with his hand. I cant think of jack shit! This sucks! What am I gonna do! He peaked out from between his fingers with his right eye and stared at his reflection in the TV set.
If this stupid TV was working we could just watch it. He though as he sat his coke down on the coffee table and got up. Walking over, he turned it on. Static filled the screen. Stupid piece of shit![/e] he cursed in his mind as he turned a few knobs, but nothing changed. “Work you piece of crap!” He shouted as he kicked the side of the TV. The screen went completely black.
He stood there breathing hard for a second, then his eyes widened and he clapped his mouth shut. [I]SHIT! I said that out loud! He backed up, without turning around to look at Vega. Trying to maneuver past the coffee table he bumped up against it, but kept going and sat back down on the couch. He hung his head low and sighed. What am I gonna do now…. I should say something….
“Uh….sorry but I don’t have a lot of fun junk to do….” He trailed off, not sure of what to say. He picked the coke back up and took a small sip. “Its been a while since I’ve had anybody stay over.” He swirled the coke around in the can and stared at it. “Randy and Vick always had tons of stuff to do…..” He mumbled, then stopped. Crap, why am I talking about those assholes now? Damn it Mitch, stop saying stupid stuff… He leaned back into the couch and ran on of his hands through his hair. She probably thinks I’m a freakin’ idiot…