Different World

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I have no beta so all mistakes are mine.. Heh.


Prologue

Young woman with a fall of wavy raven hair stands in an alleyway across from an apartment building soaking wet and in an incredibly foul mood. Pulling her trench coat tighter to her body she stares across the street at her ex-lovers building, slowly letting her eyes wander upward to find his window. Curtains thrown back and every light on it’s easy to see inside. Leans against the cold bricks on her right watching the male move around the front room, pulling on a coat, grabbing his wallet, and duffel bag. He takes one last look around the place before picking up a gun from the table and tucking it back into it’s holster on his hip, he then flips off the lights and walks from the room.

She smiles, cold and humorless, arms unwrapping from her body as she steps from the alley and walks across the st. He. He looks through the large glass doors in front of him seeing her coming, and stopping at the curb in front of the doors. He walks out of the doors and drops his duffel next to him. Obviously not caring about people being around at the early hour of 3 am, he pulls his gun and points it directly at her, the click harsh sounding in the silence.

“Nice to see you Ash” he says grinning like a madman.

Cocking her head lightly to the side she smirks, her hands itching to go to the guns hanging at each hip, the weight of them feeling almost comforting.

“Well Charlie, I can’t say it’s nice to see you, I’d rather hoped someone had killed you by now.” She said this calmly in her lightly British accented voice, but her eyes are burning fire, quite a feat since her eyes are the color of sapphires.

He puts on a mock show of sadness, “You used to be happy to see me you know.. Of course that was before I switched sides and killed your rapist brother” the grin slowly creeps back as he speaks, his gun lowering to aim for her stomach.

A low growl comes from her throat, “Bloody bastard, my brother was innocent and you know it, after all wasn’t it a dirty cop that changed the DNA results that proved that?”

Before he can answer her question however she goes for her guns, in a flurry of leather she jumps and rolls to the side starting to shoot just as he does. Bullets going where they are aimed, hers for his heart, and his for her stomach. The bullet hits her body as a crack of lightning slams down to earth, through her body. Before her world goes black she sees Charlie fall to the ground, eyes glazed over in death….