Somewhere between the safe and the unseen.(open)

Some times, Life doesn't go as you plan. Sometimes, you don't get a choice. There was silence, as the only window that had not been covered by the thick black curtains(like the other windows) had been open. The sky was gray, but still light out, illuminating the darkness, Showing the room.

Most kids live with their parents, go on family outings. Fight with their siblings. Argue with their parents. Ask their parents for money The soft beat of rain drops hit against the open window, bored brown eyes stared to it. They seemed to be brightened by the light, and reflect the window. First it was a slow beat, just simple rain.

Most teenagers fight with their moms and dads, then cry to their boyfriend or girlfriend about it, who they'll probably forget in a few years. Most teenager's worry about their school work(and not if they'll live until tomorrow's light. Her pale skin seemed achromatic, as if it was white paint under her skin, and not blood. She sat up, a black tank top, as black covers slid off her stomach and chest. Her raven dark hair rested against her back, calmly.

Most teenagers fight over petty stuff, like boys or whatever. Not creatures that eat your 'soul' Most people have friends, real friends. Not metallic, guardians, that you have to put ammo on. (her guns)She tilted her bodice, so she was laying on the bed horizontally, her legs sprawled out on the other side of the bed. Her hand feeling against the ground. She stopped, as it felt up against a square box. She grabbed it. Then shook it, the sound of something bouncing off the top and bottom of it, she threw it to her other hand, as she continued her search, the floor's carpet was ragged to touch, she stopped, as she felt something..glass. Her hand inspected it. It was round, about the size of a fist. She grabbed it, and set it on her bed. The light showed, a once translucent glass, now gray; the color of cigarette ash.

Most teenagers have some one to comfort them when they loose their fights. The only thing that would comfort her...graveyard soil and maggots. Sitting up, she turned and on her night stand, directly next to the bed was, a clean cigarette tray, an unopened box of cigarettes, and a dull green liter. She rolled her eyes, then grabbed the liter, sitting up, she grabbed the tray; and set it in front of her, before moving her knees up to press against her chest. As she grabbed the box, and opened it. She pulled out a cigarette, then placed it in her mouth.

Her brown eyes stayed onto her only open window, she lit the liter a few times, just listening to the clicking sound it made. She only stayed quiet, then moved the fire to her cigarette and lit it, she kept the liter there for a few minutes, before throwing the liter on the bed, next to the tray, and sliding out of bed. The light showed the floor, just cigarette trays, and boxes of cigarettes. She walked over them, maneuvering through them with ease, she opened her door, letting more light in.

Wincing she squinted her eyes, as they slowly adapted to the light. She hadn't bothered changing, she just wore the clothes from yesterday. Taking a step outside, it would appear she slept in her clothes, her jeans ruffled, her shirt, wrinkled, and her shoes still on. Her shirt was a black tank top (what a colorful person she is) and she closed her door taking a step out side. She put away her cigarettes, and inhaled.

She started walking, letting the rain hit her skin, it chilled her to the bone, as it hit her, and when it ran down her arms and back, she gave a shiver. She exhaled, smoke coming out of her nostrils. Her hair could only be compared to an ink spill on paper, and on her lower back, if some one was really paying attention(only if they really looked), they could see the imprints of two guns.

The rain had hit down on her with an immense pressure, as it caused her clothes to stick to her tightly, the outline to her weapons showing, as she walked. If it had been a normal day, she would have stuck out, her dark attire and all. But today she had not been shoving people away, or pushing her shoulder into them, because there was no one out, a car would drive by every once in a while, but quiet frankly no one would want to be out this day.

She inhaled smoke, it attacking her lungs. She exhaled, as it came out from her nose, she crossed her arms, as she walked, goosebumps on her arms, her clothes had been soaked, and she didn’t seem to mind. She glanced towards the ground as she walked, but suddenly, she sensed something. It was extremely faint, but also close at the same time.

Her brown eyes narrowed, as she looked up, the cause of the jolt of her head looking up, made little sprinkles of water shake from her hair, it wouldn’t be noticeable though, her hands instinctively going behind her back, were her weapons were. Her eyes scanned the streets, no one, she looked up to the rain, as it seemed to let up slowly. But something caught her eyes- a figure on the roof.

She stared at them her body tensing up, her muscles clenching together, as it would appear she would be like a dog, perching it’s fur as she stared at the figure, the only movement was when she inhaled the cigarette’s poisonous toxins.

Unlike most people; despite all her powers. Korey had no ability to hide her presence, she didn’t care to, to be brutally honest.

Korey continued to stare at the man, her brown eyes shining, as he stood up, she stared at him blankly. He spoke something smart about her cigarette, she couldn’t even bite her tongue as she spoke, as she spoke quickly, almost sounding like a run on sentence if it hadn’t been two different people speaking.

“Well neither is sitting in the rain, on the roof top.” Smoke leaked off each of her words, as she couldn’t help but to stare at his hair. Must have used some sort of cement glue, his hair kept it’s volume, while hers stuck to her head, unevenly placed amoungst it, a few strands running along side the bridge of the nose, she inhaled the smoke again, and exhaled. Repeating.

She glanced to him, then saw him smirk to something. She frowned, and crossed her arms. Then walked past him, making sure to bump shoulders with him.

She looked to him, then shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t care. She snickered, then her tongue curled around the cigarette, as she devoured it. Shoving her hands in her pockets, the took out a box, with indescribable letters on it, she flipped the lid of the box, and pulled out another cigarette, placing it in her mouth, she pulled out a lighter from her pocket. She lit the lighter then the cigarette.

“Yeah, I could be considered something like that.” She muttered,the cigarette loosely hanging from her mouth, as smoke trailed after her words. ”By the way, your hair looks like you’ve been shoving your fingers into one to many electric sockets.” she spoke, a matter-o-factly.

She inhaled, then rubbed her arms trying to ‘remove’ the goosebumps from her, her eyes looking to the ground, she had still been slightly tense, but she wasn’t going to show that she was afraid of him, she wasn’t afraid of him.

She couldn’t help but to smirk as she saw his eye ball twitch. "I bet it is as natural as cars"Looks like the foot’s on the other shoe. She crossed her arms. Then shrugged as she started to walk away, expecting him to follow.

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The rain had started just as they got to her apartment door, she opened it then flicked on the light. There had been many ash strays on the floor, he saw a small fridge, not even up to her own knees, three small seats, a door(which led to her bathroom) and a door frame (which led to her bed room.) Dark curtains hung against the walls, devouring were the windows had been.

Her brown eyes glanced to him, as she kicked ash trays out of the way, she glared to him. ”I wasn’t expecting guest. The names Korey.” She spoke, as she inhaled, then leaned back on the chair, having it lean back on it’s back legs, one foot resting on the table(which held more ash trays)

She hadn’t been afraid of him, which was why she walked home and let him follow. She could handle herself, she knew how to use guns- and she knew her powers. She blew smoke out, small ‘O’ shapes came out. Her midnight black hair covering her face. ”I take it you figured i am no normal human?” Korey spoke.

Human, she didn’t know what she was. She doubted human though...just what she did, what she saw. She closed her brown eyes.

She glanced to him, then devouring that cigarette and lighting another, as she stood up. She glanced to him. “You may leave when you wish.” She spoke as she looked towards the door. She did have school tomorrow, and she usually didn’t go, but she was new so she didn’t have much of a chance.

She glanced to him, she didn’t mean to be mean. She smiled weakly, and even within her smile it was a lie, he could tell. A blind man could tell. She crossed her arms, then looked to the door. [color:46e8= violet]”You know where i live, so it shouldn’t be hard to find me.”[/color] she said with a shrug, smoke leaking out of her nose.