Fan Fiction ❯ Dirty Wings ❯ Rua ( Chapter 1 )

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Dirty Wings

Chapter 1: Rua

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She lazily slapped her hand around the nightstand searching blindly for the alarm clock that was ringing irritatingly in her ears. Giving up she finally opened her eyes, brushed the curtain of hair out of her face and looked to find that the alarm was no longer on the table. It had fallen to the floor where it lay convulsing like an epileptic tinker-toy. Letting out a low growl of frustration she sat up turning the alarm clock off with her foot. It didn't deserve to be treated nicely.

Stretching she began to walk across the room emitting a soft curse when she stepped on a fork left over from last night's dinner she had ate up in her room. Hobbling into her bathroom she continued to strip out of her customary tank top and boxer shorts before stepping into the shower. Letting out another string of curses she jumped back out of the shower dripping freezing cold water and covered in goose bumps.

An hour and thirty naughty four letter words later, she was finally ready and out of the door on her way to school. 'Two weeks,' she kept reminding herself. 'Two weeks and I'm out of high school for good.' She tried that thought out a few times manipulating it and tossing it around in her mind. She had spent 12 years of her life going to school. She had spent another three preparing to go to school, and in another two weeks that whole chapter, fifteen strenuous years out of 18 would be over. Finished. There was college of course.

But that didn't count.

By time she had rounded her bike around the corner and out of her housing development she had an old rhyme stuck in her head and was saying it softly to herself. "No more papers no more books. No more teacher's dirty looks." She figured it was a good enough theme for the day, immature but still uplifting, a good enough combination.

She was different from the thousands of other students that frequented her high school; she never seemed to fit in quite right. No one really noticed this of course, not even herself, but something was there. She was tall at five foot ten and a half, not a giant but tall enough to look down on a lot of people. She was pale, her skin almost unnaturally left unmarred. No scars, no freckles, moles, or birthmarks, just pure whiteness. But in extreme opposition her hair was a midnight black that shined almost purple in the sunlight. Cut straight at shoulder length her hair was soft and thin making a perfect frame for her face. Her lips were a light pink, and naturally made into a sensual pout. Her entire face resembled that of a china doll, all delicate features and slightly turned up eyes. They were large, nearly cat-like and an icy-blue, they made her into such an exotic mix as to call her beautiful. Her frame was small, her waist tiny and her hips hardly any bigger she was delicate looking with not many curves to speak of. She wore no make-up and the only jewelry she ever wore were two golden bands around her wrists. She was a pretty girl, exotic and startling in her looks, but her personality belittled all that and turned her from what looked to be a beautiful princess into a very lonely little girl. But still something about her separated her from the others.

They called her Rua.

She was only a street more away from the school, riding down a back alley as a short cut. In front of her stood a man in a black satin collared shirt and black slacks. His dark hair was combed back, a single piece falling forward to cover a portion of his face. A pair of dark sunglasses hid his eyes. He wasn't looking at her but she knew he was waiting for her, she could feel it. He stood propped up against the side of a building one booted foot resting against the wall. His appearance was that of a confidant young man waiting for his victim. His face was tough looking but handsome with a strong jaw and sweeping brows. He seemed almost bored just standing there. He was large, at a few inches over six feet and slightly muscular he was strong but the hands he had looped in his jeans looked gentle.

He definitely did not belong among the dumpsters and refuse of the alleyway.

Neither did the women sitting on the fire escape just behind him.

She was maybe ten feet off the ground wearing what appeared to be a white spring dress. With lace and layers it looked more fitting as a dress for a young girl to wear to church on a warm Sunday morning. Definitely not fit for a twenty-year-old woman on a cold winter day in a dark back alley. Her hair was long, grown out past her waist and curling in soft golden ringlets. Her face was young and innocent, her eyes a shining crystal blue. She was short and thin, barely reaching over five feet tall. She seemed more a child as she sat with a large welcoming smile, her feet swinging idly off the edge of the fire escape.

Rua slowed down and finally came to a stop as the man pushed himself away from the wall to stand in front of her. A strong sense of déjà vu overcame her but she swallowed it along with the sudden lump that had formed in her throat. Rua wasn't scared, just slightly perturbed and confused. This was not an everyday situation; she tried to look back on the things she had learned to come up with what to do next. But the only thing she could come up with was the D.A.R.E. slogan 'just say no.' She didn't think it would work to well now.

These two didn't look like the average drug dealers.

"Your late," the man said lightly with a queer smile that only raised the left half of his lips.

Rua blinked a moment trying to take in the situation. "I didn't know I had an appointment," she said trying to keep the shaking feeling she now had out of her voice. "But I do know that I'm going to be late for class."

"There's no more need for classes," the strange blonde said. Her voice was high and soft like a child's. Had she never grow up?

"Yah, you see. That's what I told my teachers," Rua said trying to keep the conversation from getting too scary. Humor was always a good defense. "But they said that I just had to finish these last two weeks. So if you don't mind I'll just have to delay this little meeting for another time."

She stepped her foot back onto the pedal and started to push forward hoping the man would move out of the way. She picked up as much speed as she could in the short distance hoping that it would deter the man from standing in front of her. She managed to clasp her eyes shut into a huge wince that ducked her head in and her shoulders up in a turtle effect, just before the man grabbed the handlebars cutting off her short run.

"Hello," the man said his words brushing against her forehead. She snapped her eyes opened startled by the closeness of his face to hers. Before she could react any further he had snaked one of his arms around her waist and was pulling her off the bike. She screamed out hitting at his chest and squirming around, which proved to be a futile venture in his iron grip. Opening her mouth to scream again, he silenced her by putting his mouth over hers and his tongue down her throat.

A moment later she hung limply in his arms, unconscious.

"You could have been more gentle," the woman pouted jumping down from the fire escape she landed unfazed next to him. "You scared her."

"Well how else was I suppose to get the damn needle into her neck?" he asked. Balancing Rua against his chest he took a small ring off of his right hand, sticking out from it was a small needle that he inspected. "Doc has some pretty nice little toys."