[FanFiction] Dusk Striken -Part One- |Rini-tan|

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Subconsciously, walking, sneaking into homes of the innocent. Stepping in with knives and pens, taking what you feel you have lost. Something they love, something that one feels she no longer has. Metaphorically, stealing back. Dawn falls, and peace is brought, life goes on and people recovers, something one never remembers. Dusk is gone.



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"Young girl, young girl," someone yells nearby. He shakes my arm, I shudder slightly, but remain very still. He lets my arm free and leans over me, looking for a sign of life. I curl my toes and begin to bend my right leg when he sighs. I slightly open my eyes and look above. An older man, maybe in his fifties, brown beard, dark eyes, but looks very harmless. "Young girl, you were very pale and breathing shallowly, I was worried," the man says like a father, something I don't have.
"I'm fine," I say with a slight grunt. I fix my posture and adjusted my collar. I have a sarcastic face, but he is not concerned by my unfriendly attitude.
"Where are your parents? Do you have a guardian?" He says with a slightly flushed face. I blink heavily and respond the honest truth,
"No, what makes you assume that? My father died on a ship when I was very young, and my mother, with an overwhelming sense of grief, became very ill and abusive to herself mentally. She blamed herself for letting him go and whatnot, and killed herself. I was left with my older brother Aaron who I trusted deeply, but years passed and he got married. He said that I now take care of myself, and all of my trust and all I love is gone. I bet your wife needs you home, be on your way."
"My own capabilities do not allow me to fully express my sorrow for you. I do not have a wife myself, I am devoted to my job as a social worker. Keeping the streets clean, and children like you safe. May I ask, how many years do you have?"
"I am fifteen, now be on your way, I need nobody."
"I understand your fears, it's a post traumatic stress that makes you fear trust. I can find you a family, a place where you shall be brought up safely."
"As far as I am concerned, my personal problems do not concern you."
"Just stay at my office for a night, you will be sheltered and fed."
"You are very forceful, I feel I should have to take you up on that offer."
"Indeed, fantastic," the man says and gestures me to stand up. I stand up and yawn while I stretch. He towers above my tiny body and leads me through the cobblestone streets. I brush my knee length blonde hair with my fingers when we stop at a telephone booth. The man waits for the traffic of the buggies to leave. Right before we cross the street, he asks my name.
"Alice," I say when he responds,
"West Bendeston."
We cross and come upon a very large and tall brick building. The windows are glass with cloth curtains and the building has a very large sign labeled "Asmeti Town Social Services". West leads me into the building through the large wooden doors. We walk up six flights of cement stairs until we reach a room of dispatchers and secretaries reading letters. He leads me through the people until we reached a small room where an senior man wearing glasses read through a file labelled "Runaways".
"West! There you are! Who is the girl?" the man says as he lowered his neck to look at me.
"This is Alice, we don't know her last name, but I found her sleeping on a park bench in Asmeti Circle," West says with an affirmative look. I feel very anxious very quickly.
"Well, we have a family that said they always wanted a young lady like Miss Alice here," the senior says with a somewhat malicious smile. My heart races faster that I thought it could, and I bolt down the line of workers and down the stairs. They fly right behind me as I bolt even further down the stairs until I fling the doors open. I continually run without stopping, all the way up to the park where I slow down, regain my breath and start again.
I run up onto the thin bridge over the river, and I lose my footing on an edge. I slip to the side of the bridge into the ice cold river. I cannot breathe, I hear my name being yelled behind me, but I scoot under the bridge so they cannot see my head. I can tread water, but not well. I go under and everything goes black.