Post by youpeoplearecrazy on Jan 26, 2011 13:58:02 GMT 8
Hi, I am a new writer and this is my first fanfic, so I hope you enjoy and please review:)
Chapter 1: Nameless Face
There would be some cases of love where a boy meets a nice girl at a club, looking for a good time; or a young writer who crashes into his soul mate, spilling his espresso all over her blouse. There is also the classic story where a woman who pushed the one she loved to death‘s door met a man who was left for dead by his past lover.
A lone woman sat at the bar of a jazz club with samba setting the mood at a slow tempo.. An untouched glass of curatolo 84 gleamed under the damp lights of the flames, illuminated the obsidian countertop. Eyeliner stained just below her lids- her eyes absent of a human presence. Her black dress stained with dust and heels were scratched and stained with mud, yet she couldn’t care less about anything else.
She had been seated at the bar for the past 8 hours, zoning out of reality- lacking any true motive to move herself from the red-velvet stool. She was near invisible and remained undisturbed the entire time she spent at the bar. Nobody gave heed to her presence and attended to their own activities for the evening. The song ended and a Spanish ballad of sorrow started to play, and this caught the attention of the young woman. The club was near vacant of all patrons except the band, the bartender, and a few quiet laggards. The young disheveled woman silently abandoned her seat and made her way to the door. She escaped the fermented air of the club, exiting into the cold, crisp air of the alleyway in the small town of which she made a short acquaintance of. She wandered aimlessly in the alleyway as the melody of the city lulled the atmosphere in a state of stupor.
The lights above and around sparkled in a celebratory blaze which would bring a smile to any everyday passer-by, yet the street laid barren of all occupants except for the lone woman. Her lack of a conscious mind allowed her enough coordination to make her way towards her vehicle, but did not give her enough sense to pay attention to the footsteps that approached her from behind. By the time she noticed she was being followed, it was too late.
“Hey there beautiful, wanna catch a ride with a real man?” She turned around and saw seven men making their way for her, all of them dressed like thugs; four were casual, while the other three dressed sharp. Unfortunately for her five of them were carrying revolvers. She had enough sense to not make any sudden movements that could agitate her harassers soon-to-be attackers.
“ C’mon babe, don’t leave me hangin” they all closed in on her frozen form, “you know you want a good time with all of us, Right?” Apparently the one who won’t shut his mouth is the leader. They then boxed her in and took their time attempting to grab and stroke her in all conceivable ways, driving her to tears. “So what do yo-”
The leader was cut off with a harsh slap to his left cheek, leaving scratch marks in his already blemished face. He spat out blood that leaked from open skin on the interior of his mouth, and retaliated by drawing his gun and bashing her in her temple sending her crashing into the floor, leaving her as a barely-conscious rag doll. She didn’t have the will nor the energy to move from the cigarette littered floor- let alone the energy to hear what was going on.
“Damn, She’s gonna get it now!”
“Well, at least she won’t bite now”
“Ha ha! Damn, what a catch!”
Her eyes teared as a result of the abuse her body had endured and for what she knew was to come- that is until she heard the sound of gunfire ringing through the air, the smell of gunpowder stenching the air and a heavy drop of what sounded like a body.
“BOSS?”
“WHAT THE-?”
“WHERE DID-?”
They were all cut short with six more consecutive shots, all of them falling to the floor one after another. She went absolutely still, not even daring to breathe as footsteps made their way towards her limp form. She was surprised to find herself picked up by her rescuer- or possible prevailing assailant. Her head rang from the blow to her head, creating an ear splitting ring that drove itself deep into her skull. She was suffering from exhaustion and malnutrition, since she only stopped on her travels for the restroom, water, and alcohol. She used the last of her depleted strength just to move her eyelids, and all she saw was an expressionless face before she slipped away to a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 1: Nameless Face
There would be some cases of love where a boy meets a nice girl at a club, looking for a good time; or a young writer who crashes into his soul mate, spilling his espresso all over her blouse. There is also the classic story where a woman who pushed the one she loved to death‘s door met a man who was left for dead by his past lover.
A lone woman sat at the bar of a jazz club with samba setting the mood at a slow tempo.. An untouched glass of curatolo 84 gleamed under the damp lights of the flames, illuminated the obsidian countertop. Eyeliner stained just below her lids- her eyes absent of a human presence. Her black dress stained with dust and heels were scratched and stained with mud, yet she couldn’t care less about anything else.
She had been seated at the bar for the past 8 hours, zoning out of reality- lacking any true motive to move herself from the red-velvet stool. She was near invisible and remained undisturbed the entire time she spent at the bar. Nobody gave heed to her presence and attended to their own activities for the evening. The song ended and a Spanish ballad of sorrow started to play, and this caught the attention of the young woman. The club was near vacant of all patrons except the band, the bartender, and a few quiet laggards. The young disheveled woman silently abandoned her seat and made her way to the door. She escaped the fermented air of the club, exiting into the cold, crisp air of the alleyway in the small town of which she made a short acquaintance of. She wandered aimlessly in the alleyway as the melody of the city lulled the atmosphere in a state of stupor.
The lights above and around sparkled in a celebratory blaze which would bring a smile to any everyday passer-by, yet the street laid barren of all occupants except for the lone woman. Her lack of a conscious mind allowed her enough coordination to make her way towards her vehicle, but did not give her enough sense to pay attention to the footsteps that approached her from behind. By the time she noticed she was being followed, it was too late.
“Hey there beautiful, wanna catch a ride with a real man?” She turned around and saw seven men making their way for her, all of them dressed like thugs; four were casual, while the other three dressed sharp. Unfortunately for her five of them were carrying revolvers. She had enough sense to not make any sudden movements that could agitate her harassers soon-to-be attackers.
“ C’mon babe, don’t leave me hangin” they all closed in on her frozen form, “you know you want a good time with all of us, Right?” Apparently the one who won’t shut his mouth is the leader. They then boxed her in and took their time attempting to grab and stroke her in all conceivable ways, driving her to tears. “So what do yo-”
The leader was cut off with a harsh slap to his left cheek, leaving scratch marks in his already blemished face. He spat out blood that leaked from open skin on the interior of his mouth, and retaliated by drawing his gun and bashing her in her temple sending her crashing into the floor, leaving her as a barely-conscious rag doll. She didn’t have the will nor the energy to move from the cigarette littered floor- let alone the energy to hear what was going on.
“Damn, She’s gonna get it now!”
“Well, at least she won’t bite now”
“Ha ha! Damn, what a catch!”
Her eyes teared as a result of the abuse her body had endured and for what she knew was to come- that is until she heard the sound of gunfire ringing through the air, the smell of gunpowder stenching the air and a heavy drop of what sounded like a body.
“BOSS?”
“WHAT THE-?”
“WHERE DID-?”
They were all cut short with six more consecutive shots, all of them falling to the floor one after another. She went absolutely still, not even daring to breathe as footsteps made their way towards her limp form. She was surprised to find herself picked up by her rescuer- or possible prevailing assailant. Her head rang from the blow to her head, creating an ear splitting ring that drove itself deep into her skull. She was suffering from exhaustion and malnutrition, since she only stopped on her travels for the restroom, water, and alcohol. She used the last of her depleted strength just to move her eyelids, and all she saw was an expressionless face before she slipped away to a dreamless sleep.