Freya~
It wasn't the first time Freya and Fallon had found themselves perched on a crumbling corner of a downtrodden street, passersby shouting crude comments followed by the blaring of horns from souped up junkyard cars. In fact, for the two sisters it had pretty much become the norm. The world didn't like them, and that was fine. It's not as if they owed the world anything anyways. It and everyone in it was shit, at least in Freya's opinion. Then again, she's always been a negative nancy. Freya exhaled slowly, lowering herself to sit on the curb and fished out the white and red colored pack of cigarettes peeping out of her left pocket. Popping one into her mouth, the girl then plunged a finger into her sock, quickly fishing out a box of matches and struck one, pressing the alighted flame against the cigarette that dangled between her lips.
Bang.
Freya dropped the match, it's heat grazing her leg on its decent to the concrete. There was no time to think, time to scream. Though she had never been much of a girl to scream at the sign of danger. Something inside of her that she couldn't quite place twisted at the startling noise. Down the street a car window shattered, intensifying the violent quiet which followed the bang. Springing to her feet, she protectively, grabbed onto Fallon's arm and spun towards the noise. A greying old woman stood there cane in one hand and pistol in the other, waving the pistoled hand around wildly. "You hood rats better get outta here 'fore I get the cops on ya! I know you're up to no good, so go be someone else's problem!" Her quivering New York accent managed to shout.
The knots in the girl's stomach settled at the sight, annoyed, but amused. And to think she thought they were in real danger. Oh please, an old lady how horrifying. Someone call the avengers cause this is a serious threat to society. She smirked, I mean how couldn't you. The old bat, you could practically hear the wrinkles in her voice. She was most certainly going to give herself a heart attack before her or her sister could. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed Fallon's hand in hers and started dragging their tired feet down the street.
The sun was reaching the highest point in the sky, as the two girls shuffled along the pavement peeping through store windows. Freya pushed her long brown hair back, reigning it back into a ponytail, while half paying attention as Fallon went on about God knows what at this point. That girl could talk like nobody's business, but no one else knew that of course. That side of her sister was reserved for Freya alone. Tiny snippets of the smaller girls' words broke through Freya's distracted attention. Something about the mention of movies, yada yada, so and so super hot, yada yada, we should sneak it, yada yada. Everything else seemed to slip in one ear out the other as the taller girls' dark eyes focused on the reflection of a shady black Lexus creeping slowly a few feet away in the shop window.
Keeping her eyes on the windows they passed, Freya, veered her sister to the right, chewing on her lower lip. The change of course however didn't faze the other girl, she continued chatting her eyes darting between Freya and her old Nintendo DS. A minute passed, then two and Freya began to relax, her paranoia settling. The black Lexus eased out of an alley just ahead of the girls causing her pulse to jolt, yanking her sister back and out of the way as the window between the girls and the car exploded. "Run," the taller girl whispered to Fallon, taking her hand and sprinting off in the other direction and down an alley, her sister in tow.
Breathing heavily the two weaved in and out of alley ways, across streets, jumping fences, ducking into shops (before ultimately getting kicked out, that is). Wheezing and struggling for breath, Fallon and Freya darted down an short cut, and stumbled across a store back door. Freya, red in the face and deflated in the lungs, looked at her sister who echoed her own struggle and with one last glance back ushered her into the door. The dark of the room engulfed them, as she slammed the door shut with a heavy sigh and dropped with her back pressed up against it.
"Anyone want to tell me why in the hell it takes three highly trained agents and and a month to track down two stupid ass teenagers?"
August 22nd, 2015 at 05:30am
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