Erhm, hello. Here’s a little story I that I created in my boring science classes. Most of it is written down in my agenda, so all I’m doing is typing it out. Woot, go the amazing world of typing. Anyway, I’m just blathering away here. Let me get on with my story.

Rayn

Chapter One

A lone figure walked down the sidewalk, soft hair blowing back in the harsh wind. The air around her seemed to have a mind of its own and at the moment, it seemed mad. The wind whipped her hair at her face, sometimes smacking her so hard that it hurt. Her eyes were red and downcast, her footsteps echoing in the dark, dank alleyway.

A silly little mantra ran through her head. ‘I’m leaving… leaving it all behind. I’m leaving… leaving it all behind.’ And no one was coming with her. No one was going to wish her good luck, no one was going to offer her support, and no one was going to do anything for her. Not that anyone ever did.

Her eyes began to shimmer with unshed tears. Gees, those were really annoying. She hated it when she cried. It always made her feel so stupid. And weak. And a host of other things she didn’t want to think about.

It really wasn’t her fault. Her leaving that was. Everything else probably was, no matter what Eve said. She had to leave… it was becoming too much to deal with. But it still hurt that no one has come.

She hurried down the alley, brushing away her tears as they fell with the sleeve of her dark brown jacket. She carried a dark backpack. In the dim light it was impossible to tell what colour it was. Any passer-by could say that it sure wasn’t white. Her footsteps continued to echo in the dark twisting alleyways.

The raindrops started to fall slowly as she walked down the alley, so she didn’t notice them quite at first. But then they came down harder, until it seemed like the sky was falling onto Kagome’s head. She blinked several times, ‘Yay… the weather matches my mood. Perfect.’ She growled in anger. Her clothes were getting soaked. ‘Not that it matters.’ Nothing ever really did. She wondered if anything really mattered in the end.

She stared up at the sky, letting the raindrops fall onto her face. She blinked as one fell into her eyes to join her tears, which were still flowing freely. She let the rain slide over her skin; she liked the cooling feeling that came with it. It made her feel clean, made her feel, unmarked. She liked that feeling.  She smiled as the rain slid down over her forehead, splashing over her closed lids, running down her cheeks. She didn’t need anyone. Nobody. No body.

She felt cold, very cold; very cold and very wrong. She didn’t want to be out there. She didn’t want to be alone. She wanted to be with someone. Anyone. She wished she had a body near her to keep her warm. No, she didn’t want that. Didn’t need that. She would never, ever, ever, need that. Never again. Ever. No.

She stopped her thoughts. Repeating things wouldn’t make them come true. But it did make you seem crazy. She hugged her jacket closer to herself and wondered if her clothes and other items were getting as wet as she was. She couldn’t remember if her bag was waterproof or not. With her luck, it probably wasn’t.

One of the Good Charlotte songs started to run through her mind. ‘I’m young and I’m hopeless… I’m lost and I know this… I’m going nowhere fast, that’s what they say.’

‘Hmm’ she thought. ‘I don’t even know half the words, but they’re so true.” She came to a fork in the alley. She took the right path. ‘I am young. I am hopeless.’ Another fork. She took the left. ‘I don’t know if I had any hope in the first place, but I guess everyone does. Well,’ She turned down into a thin passageway; there was barely enough room for her to get through. ‘I sure don’t have any anymore. And to top that all off, I’m lost.’

She blinked. Lost? She wasn’t lost. She looked around and realized she was at a bus shelter. She stood under the dingy, brown, wooden roof and stared out into the city. ‘This is my last chance to look at this old dump. Take a good long look at it,’ she thought as she ran her eyes over the dismal scene. ‘God, why would anyone want to remember this place?’

She sat down on the hard bench and bent her head to the ground, trying to ignore her damp clothes and the way they moulded around her. She looked up, then from side to side. She realized why she felt so uneasy. This was the same bus stop where some bitchy chick from school had gotten raped.

She visibly shuddered and trudged through the puddles into another alleyway, seeking refuge from the rain from an overhang near the back of a convenience store. She really didn’t want to get raped. It wasn’t on her ‘Top Ten Things to Do Before I Die’ list. She leaned against the wall. ‘Damned rapists, coming closer and closer to public places. Soon you won’t even be able to sit on the bus without some guy sticking his hand up your shirt.’ She snorted. That would never happen to her. She hoped.

She sighed and squatted down against the cool, metal door. She put her head on her knees and sighed. Her damp, black hair was stuck to head. She had been dying it black ever since she had found the packages of dye in her father’s room. ‘Not like he even noticed I dye my hair. The stupid ass doesn’t even know what colour my eyes are. They’re blue not brown. That’s Eve’s, eye color.’

She wondered if he knew that after he had stopped dying his hair black that she had gotten Eve to steal packets of dye for her to use. But she had always gotten her to buy the super cheap kind. She didn’t like it when Eve stole things. But Eve had said it was for a good cause and that somehow had justified things in her mind.

She had never really liked the colour of her hair. Underneath her dye, it was really an odd assortment of brown. But not a smooth brown, no, not the kind that models had; but a brown with odd tints, and red highlights, and odd light brown streaks. It irked her a lot: the fact that she was so different from everyone else. Everyone else dyed his or her hair to one colour at her school; in her whole town, actually. Everyone else also had brown eyes. Not that she was trying to fit in. She never would. She wasn’t like everyone else.

She thought about her father.  How sad for him to not notice that his daughter was dying her hair. How sad for him to not know his own daughter’s eye color. She had lived with him for how long and he still didn’t notice. That was just pathetic. Just goddamn pathet-’

She heard an odd tap-taping noise.

Her head jerked up and she looked around. She heard footsteps. She started to get up, making up a reason, ‘I don’t like this place that much… it’s too… uh, wet.’ She got up slowly, stretching tall, trying to disguise her short stature. The footsteps kept coming towards her at a steady pace. She wondered if she should make a run for it. She wasn’t that fast, but still.

She started to walk away but the footsteps still came closer. She quickened her pace and tried to act natural, her backpack starting to move with her steps. The footsteps quickened as well.

‘Oh my gosh. Hmm….’ She started to pray. ‘Please don’t let this be that scary, serial rapist guy who got Laurie and all of those other chicks.’ Even though she didn’t like Laurie, that didn’t mean she didn’t pity her. She wondered how many people would pity her once they found out that on the day she tried to run away, the serial rapist had come an raped her? ‘That would be so, not good.’ She tried quickening her pace once more and hurried down another alleyway. The footsteps continued to follow her.

This sounded like a good as time as any to have a chat with the big guy. She wondered how to begin. She hadn’t prayed in a long time. She decided to wing it. It couldn’t be that hard. She continued to power walk as she went down the alleys.

‘So…uh, God…’ she blinked. ‘How are you?’ She coughed. ‘I know I haven’t talked to you in while. But you know I haven’t asked you for anything, okay, well, I haven’t asked for anything except less pain, and maybe an escape route, and a few hundred dollars, and maybe a good friend, and a doggy, and my own death or the death of my father, or ice cream, but those were all perfectly good wishes! So how about you make sure this isn’t some creepy serial rapist for me?’ She blinked a few times as her backpack thumped against her back. She wondered if she had used up all of her wishes already. She hoped not. 

“Rayn!”

‘He knows my name….’ The information swirled around in her head. She hurried even more, still trying to act natural. ‘PLEASE don’t be a creepy serial rapist or I will so attack the police for not getting him before this and sticking him in a jail somewhere on an island only inhabited by homosexual males who will all be happy to have their ways with him.’ She paused a second. ‘Wait a sec… did they call my name? How does the creepy male know my name? Oh my gosh! Maybe, he’s been stalking me!’

“Rayn! Please, wait for me!” The scary, female voice called again. “You loser! Slow down!”

Rayn started to run, her instincts taking over her body.

RAYN!!” blared the voice. “Where are you going?”

Rayn hurtled in and out of the dark lanes as if the devils were behind her. And in a sense, they were.

‘Okay, so, aren’t serial rapists usually guys?’ She thought about it as she panted hard. ‘That voice back there sure was really girly.’ Tons of odd ideas ran through her mind, each more ridiculous then the last. The most ridiculous one stayed put in her mind. ‘What if it’s some incredibly drunk, really horny, and very ugly prostitute? OH. MY. GOD.’

With these thoughts, her legs took on a life of their own, pounding faster against the asphalt, trying desperately to lose her stalker, but the stalker kept coming, and he or she was gaining speed. It was only a matter of time until he or she caught Rayn. Rayn realized that she would never be able to keep up her pace for long, not with her backpack weighing her down.

“Rayn!! WAIT!” The voice called over and over again, “Wait for meeeeee!”

As Rayn hurtled down the passageways she lost her sense of direction. She tried vainly to lose her pursuer, dashing around blind corners, sometimes almost going head on into dumpsters. At one point she almost tripped, but righted herself before she could fall by grabbing onto the corner of a cardboard box. However, she soon found herself facing a brick wall, with no way to escape except to go back the way she had come. There weren’t even any fire escapes that she could climb up. She wondered if she’d live to tell the fire department about these stupid buildings. If only the health inspector had come by here. She faced the wall, not wanting to see who was behind her.

She thought fervently, trying to block out what was happening. ‘Please don’t let it be a scary serial rapist, please don’t let it be a scary serial rapist, please don’t let it be a scary serial rapist, please don’t let it be a scary serial rapist.’ A new mantra rippled through her mind. She added another bit to it, ‘Please don’t let it be a deranged, psycho prostitute either. Please.’ She clasped her hands in front of her, calling desperately from her mind for help.

Her pursuer came by quickly, breathing hard. “My. God. What is your problem RAYN?? I’ve been calling you FOREVER.” There was a tinge of anger in the voice, and it was definitely female. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“Why would I stop for you, you scary, dirty, perverted, ugly, hooker? Do you think I’m as desperate as you are?” She said it all to the wall, unable to turn around, not wanting to see the face of her attacker. She wondered why the hooker sounded so weird. Why would she care if Rayn was mad at her? 

“Ugly? Who are you calling ugly?” The voice sniffled and Kagome blinked. ‘Did drunk prostitutes always sound like this? Damn, this one sure is insecure.’

“I’m calling you ugly, ya’ dumb ass.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she immediately wished she could take them back. ‘Think Kagome… This is a scary prostitute who might want to rape you. You have just insulted her and made her even more mad than she already was. The only thing to do now is turn around and push past her.’

Her reasoning made sense to her. Since the prostitute was drunk, she could probably just push her to the floor and run past her. She wondered what the prostitute was wearing.

She tried to gather some courage together, unaware of her alleged stalker coming closet and closer to her. ‘She’s drunk… right?’ She reassured herself, ‘Of course she is. Why else would she be coming after my ass?’

The stalker stared at her, taking in her side profile. She wondered what on earth Rayn was doing. The stalker tilted her head and walked in front of Rayn. Meanwhile, Rayn continued to gather enough courage to push past her stalker. ‘Okay, so you turn around and march right past that sick, perverted, very horny prostitu-’

“You think I’m ugly?” asked a sad voice.

A pair of brown eyes were staring straight at Rayn’s face.

“EVE! LOOK OUT! There’s a drunk hooker behind me!” Rayn tried fervently to shield her friend from the stalker and froze. She looked Eve up and down and then turned around slowly. There was no one behind her. In fact, the alley was empty, devoid of even a whiskey bottle.

Rayn walked backwards, until she hit the wall behind her. “But, she was there. I know she was,” she murmured. “She chased me, and she knew my name! Holy crap, Eve, you must have scared her off! Finally, you show some toughness!” She engulfed Eve in a large hug, almost cutting off her air circulation.

Eve pushed Rayn away. “You, you, you dork!” Rayn made a gasp when Eve said “dork.” It wasn’t everyday that Eve tried to insult people. “I was behind you! Why didn’t you wait for me? You made me run forever.” Eve looked as though she was ready to cry.

Realization dawned over Rayn’s face. “OH! That was you?” She blinked. ‘But… she’s not a deranged prostitute. She isn’t ugly either.’

“Of course it was me! Who did you think it was? Some deranged, psychotic rapist?”

“Uh… maybe?” Rayn blushed. Eve was the person who Rayn was least likely to think of as a deranged, psychotic rapist. Even with her black, purple-streaked hair, she was the most innocent person she had ever met.

“Rayn, how are you going to survive in a big city if you get freaked out in a little town like this?” Eve pursed her lips and frowned. “I mean, you’re the bravest person I know! But you ran away from me!”

“Hey, stop making fun of me!” pouted Rayn. “You looked like deranged prostitute stalker thing.”

“It’s so dark, how could you tell? And besides, how do you know what a deranged prostitute stalker thing looks like?”

“Well… you sounded like a deranged prostitute stalker thing.”

“How do you know what deranged prostitute stalker things sound like? Hmm? Have you been doing things that you shouldn’t have been doing?”

“What?” Rayn stared at Eve, flabbergasted. “I don’t! It was a figure of speech you cow!” She sighed. She never could handle it when Eve said gross things. It was so out of character for her.  She looked into her brown eyes. “Okay, well…. What would you have done if you had been near the creepy bus stop where Laurie and all those other chicks got raped and then gone into an alleyway where some scary stranger, that you can’t recognize, started to call your name and followed you? HMMM? HMMM? Tell me the answer to that!”

“Okay, I might have been a little bit freaked out.”

“A little?” Rayn snorted. “You would have peed in your pants.”

“I would not have! But, yeah I would have been scared a lot. Don’t worry, I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Better not,” said Rayn, giving her the evil eye, “or I may have to bite you. And I don’t think you’d like that.”

“No, I don’t think I would.” Eve stared up into the heavens; it was starting to drizzle. “Hey, lets get out of this rain before your hair goes wacko. You know what rainwater can do to cheap dye.”

“What?” Rayn stared at Eve in shock. “Rainwater has an affect on cheap dye? Amagash! I better get dry!”

Eve giggled. “Okay, let’s go attack that creepy bus stop. There are two of us, so we can take on anyone. Or at least I think we can take on creepy stalkers.”

“Yeah, I always think of stalkers as weak, thin people, dressed in black.”

“I think those are starving artists.”

“Whatever. Just lead us there.” Rayn coughed. “I kind of lost my way trying to run away from you. ” She stared up at Eve innocently.

“Rayn, what am I going to do with you?”

“You’re going to lead me to that bus stop and then we’re going to carry on with our plan.” Rayn realized that Eve had her backpack on. “You’re coming, right? I mean… you showed up and all.” She latched onto Eve’s bulging backpack and let herself get towed away by the shorter girl.

“Of course I’m coming! You think I’d let you go anywhere all by yourself?”

“Let’s go on then?”

“Sure, lead on my purple-haired friend,” said Rayn while bowing.

“Only if you follow,” answered Eve, starting to walk away.

“Of course I’m following. I’ve got no where else to go….” She walked next to Eve and fell in step with her. “My ‘rents won’t care if I disappear. So… can you add anything to my game plan?”

Eve blinked. “What is your game plan?”

“Get out of this town.”

They carried on in silence until Eve spoke. “And?” she prompted.

“And what?”

“And what do we do when we’re out of here?”

Rayn froze. “Umm… live?”

“Oh my god, Rayn!” Eve wandered over to a bench in a nearby park. The alleyways led to all over the town. She sat down and squeezed the water out of her hair. “I have this friend, in Vancouver. I guess we could go out there and live with them.”

Rayn studied her friend by the waning sunlight as the rain stopped. Eve’s black hair fell in waves, just touching her shoulders. Her bag sat on the ground, ready to topple over at a moment’s notice, much like its owner. Rayn could tell that the thought of leaving was taking its toll on Eve. She was going to crack soon. Eve was like a dam, holding back her fears and tears underneath a strong façade.

Eve put her head in her hands and her shoulders began to shake. Rayn put her hand on her shoulders in a comforting way.

Eve eventually calmed down. “I’m sorry,” she said between sniffles. “I just, don’t like… I don’t know. I’m just being stupid.”

“Don’t worry Eve, it’s all going to be okay.”

“No it’s not!” Eve looked up at Rayn, strained. “We have to get to Vancouver! That’s so far away! Think of all the people who are looking for us now! They’ll find us before we leave this place. Oh my god, we might as well go home now!” She stood up and started to wave her arms around in Rayn’s face, trying to get her point across. “We have to get back to our houses before they realize we’re gone. Not that they notice, but it’s almost sunset, and we have to get home by then or else, or else, or else you know what happens!” She looked away, down to the ground.

Rayn looked at Eve. She had never looked this hopeless before. She seemed so beaten. Something must have happened before she came. Something that had changed her mind and made her come. Rayn couldn’t stand it. Her parents had probably beaten her up again. They never marked her face though, and for that small thing Rayn was grateful. She still hated them though.

She got up and gave Eve a hug. She hated them for doing this to Eve. How could they have wiped away her vibrancy so easily? Her zeal for life; her want to live; her need for change, how could they have taken that away? How dare they erase Eve’s energy and happiness and leave only her shell. It disgusted her. She wished she could bring her back. She had only seen Eve this way twice before, and it had scared her.

Rayn didn’t really care if she left or not. It didn’t really matter to her. Nothing really did. She felt, very empty on the inside. All she could feel were the negative emotions, except when she was near Eve, and then she felt… happy sometimes. But most of the time it was an act. She didn’t want Eve to go back to her house though. She didn’t want to go back to her own house either. She didn’t want to go back to the yells, the screams, and the crushed beer cans littering the floor. Back to the lonely nights she spent crying herself to sleep for no reason other than there was nothing else to do. Back to the scars criss-crossing her back.

Rayn made Eve look at her. “Listen to me Eve. It will all be okay. I have a game plan. I actually kind of researched this junk. We already have all the clothes we need, so all we need is food and money. Disguises can come later if they’re needed. The police won’t look for us until the time period of twenty-four hours is up. And those people won’t even realize that we’re gone until they wake up.” She looked at her wrist. “Which is in about… fourteen hours.”

Eve sniffed. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Rayn, but all the money I have amounts to the grand total of 23.48. I took all the cash I could find, and that’s not even enough money to rent a motel room, let alone buy a ticket to Vancouver. And even if it was, what would we do about money after we got to Vancouver? We can’t go robbing banks or anything. I don’t like stealing.” She turned sideways and leaned on the slightly grungy bench.

“You still think I didn’t think this through.” Rayn gave an exasperated huff. “I was just joking when I said that. C’mon, look at what I have!” She swung her arm in front of Eve’s face.

Eve sighed and tried to focus on the object in Rayn’s hands. “If you kept it still for more than 3.4 nanoseconds, maybe I’d be able to see what it was.”

Rayn stopped moving her arm and placed her mystery object directly in Eve’s view. “Ta da!” she announced happily.

Eve frowned. “You have your dad’s credit card. Yippee. Forgive me for not jumping with joy, but did you forget something? You dad doesn’t have any money in his back account.”

“Er, excuse me, Ms. Pessimistic, but if you had read the name carefully, you might have noticed that the name on this card doesn’t happen to be my father’s. This is my dad’s friend’s credit card! I filched it while he was hitting on me and I got the PIN number from him while he was drunk. I think he thought I was his dead wife.” She shook her head, smiling. “Let’s go to the bank now, and take it all. Then we just chop it up and throw it away; the credit card that is. That way, no one knows it was us.”

Eve blinked. Rayn wondered if she was going into shock. It wasn’t everyday that she was so organized. It was almost as if they had switched roles. Outgoing, flamboyant, gothic, fire-loving Rayn was more prepared than Eve? How odd.

Rayn helped Eve put on her backpack, taking advantage of her state of shock. She held her arm out and led Eve out of the park.

They walked slowly down the dark alleys, a seeing dog leading her blind owner. They went past garbage bins and lumps of rags, which they knew to be the homeless. An alley cat screeched past, starting them out of their silence.

“What’s going to happen to us, Rayn?” asked Eve quietly. “They’re going to be looking for us, and when they find us…” Her voice trailed off, leaving her sentence unfinished. They continued to walk and Rayn thought about how to answer.

Again, it seemed to Rayn, that somehow, Eve’s personality had been switched with her own. Eve had lost her happy manner when she left her house. Rayn wondered when it would come back. She was now deep and philosophical, trapped in her sorry state of a mind. Rayn needed to enter Eve’s old role, and become the happy-go-lucky female she knew Eve to be. She was very unaccustomed to it. She was happier being dark and pessimistic than light and optimistic. Pessimism just seemed more realistic. But she had to help Eve; Eve had helped her out countless times before. She wondered what Eve would have said in this situation.

“But they’re not going to find us. We’re going to catch a bus, get to the bank, rob a drunk man, cut up his credit card, get to the airport and head for Vancouver.”

“What if my friend doesn’t remember me? I mean, I talked to him, like, a couple months ago, when you started talking about this.”

“And he said, yes, he’d be able to help us out?”

“Yeah. But what if he thinks I was joking?”

“He won’t.” Rayn guided her around a corner.

“He will. And if he doesn’t, I’m going to beat the fucking crap out of his sorry ass.” She blinked. Oops, that didn’t sound like something Eve would have said. She shrugged. She didn’t need to be Eve, she just needed to be… optimistic.

Eve growled, something Rayn hadn’t known her to be capable of doing. “Fwah, just lead already will you?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” mumbled Rayn as she continued to lead. “Always making me do work.”

“I heard that slave. For that, you now owe me a bottle of nail polish; the glittery kind.”

“What?” Sputtered Rayn. “I don’t even own glittery nail polish!” She narrowed her eyes, “I should just go to the darkest, loneliest alley and leave you there.”

“Ah, but you can’t! For you are bound to me for eternity!”

“Bondage, huh? Sounds kinky.” Rayn looked behind her, “So when exactly were we bound?”

“About two seconds ago.” Eve stretched her hand over Rayn’s shoulder so she could see that it was entwined in one of the stretchy elastic cords that decorated her knapsack.

“Oh, I see, I see. It makes perfect sense. That cord is so going to hold us together forever. I mean, like, wow.”

“Hey, are you going ditzy on me? I command you not to do that.”

“Ever so sorry, master dear.”

“Master?” Eve smiled. “That’s much more like it. Keep this up and I may give you a free slurpee.”

“Free slurpee? All right!”

Eve groaned. Now she owed Rayn a free slurpee.

Bleep… that’s it. ) Tell me what you think. Review and I won’t have to bite you with my snazzy retainer. If you want to read other things by me, just head on to , I’ve got this story there, except it’s a fanfiction. Kind of weird, I know, but I like it both ways.