Prologue/First Chapter

Chapter 1:

The night was a dark leather, covering the street she was walking on. A few streetlights here and there would give off an eery yellow glow, as if waiting for some one to jump into the light. But one might ask themselves. Why was she out on a night like this? Simply because she was just cast out of her home.
Sandra Miller. An almost regular sixteen year old. As she was walking, she noticed how her cosmo white hair reflected a strange color when in the light of the streetlamps. She glanced down at her clothing. Her shirt was covered with “graffiti,” of the name of her favorite band over and over again in bright colors, Paramore. She wore regular light skinny jeans. But that didn’t help at all with the coldness of the night. The pants clung to her skin, taking whatever heat they could from her body. Sandra found this most uncomfortable.
As she was looking at herself, she recalled how everyone commented on how skinny she was. How she always needed to eat more. Those comments, those tormentings, just ran through her head over and over again like a broken record. This only irritated Sandra. No, she wasn’t anorexic…She was something else. Something much more special. If only she could…..!
There was a rustle behind her.
Sandra was a brave girl, but the one thing she feared was being followed, especially in the night.
Sandra’s fear burst to a start. The hairs on her neck shot up, as if reaching for a magnet of some sort. She could feel her heart beating. Thump thump! Thump thump! The rhythm of her heart scared her. As if it were a foreign sound.
Sandra jumped around to see if anyone was there. But something that Sandra did not expect happened. Something that frightened her.
There was some one there.
The man had a long brown trenchcoat, covered in grime and dirt. The bottom of the sandy coat covered the man’s feet, so Sandra could not identify if he was wearing shoes or not. The coat lagged down almost to the ground, and had little torn strings that dragged on the pavement. The coat showed signs of wear and tear, and long travel. As Sandra forced her eyes up, she noticed how the man had his hands in his pockets. She kept moving her eyes, more and more upwards, until they reached his dirty face. The man was, to put it softly, quite disgusting. He had a thick five o’ clock shadow, and little black oil marks here and there on his face. He had a round but beaten up nose that obviously had fingers stuck in it quite recently. The overall appeal of his face was revolting. But the most notable feature was a scar. An orange scar that crawled from the corner of the man’s eye to the end of his black beanie, forming a crescent shape.
Sandra tried to scream. But it was if she was living a nightmare. All that came out was a small gasp for air. She came to her senses and was pulling words out of her throat, like trying to drag boulders out of a hole with only rope.
“Who…..who….who are you?” Sandra said, quivering in fear.
“Let’s just say some one that you never want to meet.” The man replied. As he said that, he pulled his hands out of his pockets. Sandra’s eyes shot down to see what he pulled out. Sandra expected a gun. But what the man pulled out wasn’t a gun, in fact, it wasn’t even a weapon. The man pulled out a rubix cube.
In the dark silence, the man’s greasy fingers, also covered in grime and oil, stared to fidget with the cube. The colors were completely mixed up. Sandra never understood how to complete those, she never really tried. Sandra’s attention was completely drawn to the man’s toy as he fiddled with it. Occasionally, his yellow fingernails would scratch against the plastic, leaving a small scratch. The man was getting closer to finishing the cube. The colors were starting to match up, starting to line up. The squares of color were no longer moving around in an endless blur.
“We know all about you Sandra.” The man said.
Sandra was scared. How did the man know her name?
“How do you know me?” Sandra called out.
“I learned from good resources.” The man answered, his hands still working on the rubix cube.
Sandra looked at his scar again. What could’ve happened to him to leave such a dreadful mark? Perhaps just a mere accident….but no, it looked purposeful. It didn’t look like a mere injury. That was done by some one or something, and whatever did that to him meant to.
“Sandra, don’t be scared.” The man said. The second after he said that, the rubix cube started to glow. It wasn’t a colorful glow, it was pure white. Just like Sandra’s hair. The colors on the rubix cube lost their color, and turned to a pearly white. The cube started to brighten, illuminating the night. Sandra tried to cover her eyes, but she couldn’t move. She didn’t have any idea what was going on. She could no longer see the cube anymore. It was just a bright light shining like a star, nearly blinding Sandra.
But it was then, Sandra started to scream. The rubix cube was doing something to her, sucking something from her like a vacuum. She could no longer see anything but white light. Everywhere she looked. Terror filled her as the cube pulled energy from her. A mist was coming out from her mouth her eyes, anywhere that the light could reach it and steal it from Sandra. Sandra could no longer scream. She was losing something….it was getting harder to think…but the light! So blinding!! What in the world was happening. But then the light went out suddenly. And the scene was back to normal. She was standing there, with the man still there.
But then Sandra’s world went black. And she crumpled to the ground. Thump thump...thump...thump.....thump......thump...................