Marrissa was walking home from a meeting with Aredesa. It was almost curfew, so she had to hurry. She was wishing for a coffee, and with that thought came another.
A memory actually. Of three days ago, the flash she had seen. It had been invading her thoughts for a few days. And every time she thought about it, details became clearer. There had been a shadow shaped like........ a boy. In a hoodie, and jeans- and the glint of a blade coming down. Marrissa slowed to a walk as she reached the corner of the street. Her mind raced. A SWORD? No. No, it couldn't have been. All weapons are outlawed.....
A shiver suddenly went down her back. It felt as if someone watching her. Slowly, she turned around.
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He had been scouting. Jonathon was coming back from JULES BAR, now turned, by the Peacemakers, into a family restaurant. That was what pissed him off sometimes. A man couldn't even get a drink. He was walking down 1st Avenue when he saw her.
She was wearing a knee length white dress shirt, with a black belt, and tights. Along with it she was wearing white slip on shoes, her black-purple streaked hair in a long ponytail one strand hanging down. He stopped, watching her. As if she could sense he was there, she slowly turned towards him. She had high cheekbones, full lips, and a petite nose. Quite beautiful, but for a small scar interrupting her right black brow, down to just above her eyelid when she blinked.
They stood, frozen for a moment. Him mezmerised and she with a curious look.
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"Hey, are you watching me?" She called. Jonathon couldn't help what he did next.
Instinct.
He ran.
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"Wait!" Marrissa called, "Please!". She could hear the pleading in her voice. The guy stopped, and turned to her.
Marrissa, gathering her courage, walked across the street towards him. After looking both ways 4 times of course.
He looked about 17 years of age, with a squared off jaw, midnight black hair, and dark hazel eyes. With a closer look you could see the flecks of gold inside them. He was tall and broad shouldered and had on a plain black hoodie, the sleeves rolled up, revealing muscled arms. He had jeans and sneakers on also.
Marrissa had noticed all this in the half a minute it took to cross the street. "Wait." She repeated, " What were you staring at me for? You know you c-." Then she recognized him. "You are the guy from the park." She said accusingly. The guy went pale, his tanned skin going lighter by a few shades. Then he quickly furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms, trying to look casual.
"Um," He said, "I dunno what you're talking about." His voice was husky, deep.
"I know it was you. I saw you. With the sword. And don't lie, its against the rules."said Marrissa, impatient.
He just sighed, and grabbed her arm abruptly. His hand wasn't rough, but it wasn't gentle either. Marrissa was to surprised to resist.
Finally she said, "Who are you?"
The guy sighed, "Jonathon. And you are coming with me."
"Why???" She said panicking.
He tugged on her arm and started walking without an answer.
"Hey! Let go of me! Why are you- let me go! Why do I need to come with you?!?!" He huffed in annoyance before answering.
"Well, because of the Resistance."