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+ 2	Anything but Orange
+ 2	Anything But Orange
0	Dried Rose Chains part 1
+ 3	Dried Rose Chains
+ 1	love that was ch.4
+ 2	love that was c-3
+ 2	love that was-c2
+ 3	love that was
+ 1	The truth runs a muck

Anything but Orange 

 

Crow’s Preface,

 

 

            It all started at the jeweled glow of a sunset. The glow flooding the jaded city with color. Their story all started on the sunset of a day not significant to anything. But if I’m telling it in remembrance of them, they wouldn’t want me to tell it with to much detail, they were both get to the point kind of people. Rebecca and Derrick, we were just a rag tag team of bounty hunters, and them with a pair of pasts they had to forget. They were good with forgetting but… the funny thing about the past. It has a way of coming back to get even with you.

 

            He was a cop who was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was brought back to life in a way. After that, he opened his eyes and saw the world, maybe disorientated but still he saw it as a different person, and completely changed his out looks. Funny thing about morals they have a way of changeling with and explosion and your own death.

           

 

            She was an off the grid thought as nails bounty hunter, living by her own rules in her car, and liking it. She was just alone, but she never thought anything about it. Until she made a deal with the devil, and realized the life in an organized crime family wasn’t for her. After that, she ran, before the devil could collect. Funny thing about running eventually you have to collapse.

 

 

            What brought us together, coincidence, necessity, fate, call it what ever you want. But eventually we stepped it in to deep. Funny thing about walking in water, eventually it comes in over you head.

 

 Chapter 1

 

She was a young woman, about 21. She was tough, cunning, and thought she never thought about it she was beautiful. One night she was there, in a gas station on the west side of town. Her was with her as she approached the side of the old stone building.

            “Rue do we have to do this now?” he wined. “We don’t know if they’re even in there and I’ve got a hang over the size of Jupiter,” he said with sagging eyes. 

“shut up Deff, you’ve had worse,.” I said as we walked around the back of the building. We stood waiting for our cue; a gunshot threw the wall a chunk of the wall flew as Deff moaned. There it was.

            “Great a short tempered dumb ass with a gun,” I taunted. Why did I always get stuck with these guys, all well might as well get it over with?  Going around back you’ve got front.” He shied.

            “Alright, I’ll take front.” We moved quickly. One of the guys was out front standing by the door and was looking all high and mightily.

            “Hey, you there, get lost chick,” he said in a mellow voice for his size. He hadn’t even seen my eyes threw my black straight bangs when I struck him behind the neck; my small fist broke his nose as I walked in the doors. A man in a brown suite with a black tie held a gun to the guy’s head behind the counter. He was saying the usual bit; get the money out of the register… I rolled my eyes. The two others at the back were there dressed the same; I kept my hand on my trigger.

            “Cant you hit someone else for a change?” asked the teen boy as he worked.

            “What was that!” he yelled. I grabbed the man’s shoulder he turned to me fuming.

            “Hey. Bad move kid,” I said in a stinging musical voice.

            “What the,” the man asked angrily as I smashed his wrist in on itself. He yelled as the gun slid away. Deff was already there racing beyond the gunshots and moaning as he decked the other men.

            “For the love of Shit man have some mercy,” Def begged angrily as they went down and the. My gun sat in his back as he stood there.

            “Come on cutie lets just talk this threw,” he said as I made a discussed sound and jabbed a point of his back and he fell down hard on the floor. The boy looked at me amazed.

“Shit you just went totally kung foo on their ass,” he said like any teen boy would do.

            “Yeah yeah,” I said grabbing a bag of chips and walking out.

Out side the cold wind reached up the collar of my burgundy trench coat. My crow feather black hair blew straight in the wind. The lights in the parking lot set an alien green glow over the layout.  The ends of my hair and bangs were hit with the glow. I herd footsteps as I stood with my arms crossed, my black gloves tightly wrapped around my hands. Def stood next to me, I nastily crunched the salty some assortment of salt covered snack I had grabbed. Def made a sound of approval and grabbed the bag, and in its place he slid a large hot cup. As I drank the coffee he ate what ever I had grabbed.

            “I got to go.” I said shortly. Getting in the car. He smiled threw the open window.

            “Leavening so soon?” he asked. I smiled and patted his cheek twice.

            “Later Deff.” I said. He hung his head in joking defeat as he shook it back and forward.

            “I expect a call once and a while. Let me know when you’re back in town. If you ever are you gypsy you.” He said. I snorted my voice came out in a joke,

            “I’ll let you know.” I said quickly as I rolled up the window, and set my foot lightly on the pedal and I was gone with the dark. About a mile down the road I glanced at the clock, the green digital numbers shocked me. Ten thirty two. My eyes had already begun to feel like they were made of stone.

            A long neon orange tunnel, while added to my tiredness seemed endless, brought me to a city. A city, not sure exactly were, I never paid much attention to road signs. Still it looked deserted for not, thought it looked as if during the day it would be the focal point for traffic made up mostly of people on their way to work, trying to get into the drive threw coffee quickly. Stay home moms unnecessarily running them selves ragged and perhaps the occasional stay home dad.

            The pulsating blood stopping in the flow at my knees won the battle, I didn’t care were I stopped, so the parking lot of a large all purpose store, with big neon blue letters, would due fine. I parked as far away from the front entrance as possible, and climbed into the back seat. With the darker than night tinted windows I felt safe pulling my white long sleeves shirt, pulling on a small red tank top. I twisted my hair and tied it back with a lose black scrunched. Quickly I pulled off my pants and into a pair of black shorts, crawling back to the front seat I turned on the radio lowly and it rotated on an old jazz CD that I had since I was a teenager. I gripped the handle of the seat and pulled the seat back as far as it would go, lying down comfortably against the leather. My hair slipped a bit out of the scrunchie. The music finally leads me into a deep sleep unlike most after a job.

 

            The music had stopped somewhere around 5 am probably, but I awoke to a different noise. A clouded haze was thought my windows; the white sunlight went into my eyes and stung my corneas. I glanced towards the window, I lay sprawled out on the seat, my hair draped over the seat. I cop with a blue-black suite a nightstick and an assortment of other cop related items. I rolled down the window and he leaned in.

            “Ma’am you need to vacate the premises eminently,” he said. I sot a tired nod.

            “Yes officer.” I said. He thought he was sneaky, but I saw him roll his eyes as he walked away. I glared bitterly after him. Why did all cops, or everybody, think that people who lived in their cars are all bums. I had tried the apartment thing, didn’t like all that space to myself, too much space meant too much space to clean and clutter up. I had to admit it I was a bit of a slob, I stayed at friends houses when I met them and hotels but I never liked to stay in one place for to long. Growing up I shared rooms with a lot of other foster kids, I wasn’t used to a lot of space. I had an apartment but it was never even unpacked. My car was small and anything I needed was in the trunk. I climbed into the back seat and with the dark tinted windows I changed into a long-sleeved black shirt and dark jeans. Combing threw my black hair and working the out the knots that gathered at the bleach white tips at the bottom. Shoving my feet into a pair of black boots, pulling the bottoms of my jeans over them. Grabbing the keys out of the keyhole I pulled the handle on the door. It opened to a cloudy damp covered parking lot; the cold air automatically seeped threw my cloths and froze my skin numb without any wind. I pushed on the keys and the trunk popped open. In the back was a basket of roughly folded, a tote of shoes and jackets. I rummaged threw the plastic box and found a plane looking deep, red leather jacket that went a little bit above the crooks of my knees. A light breeze added to the cold as I walked threw the fog to the sliding entrance door. The rows do orange poster board signs declaring sales and the new low prices of every day items you didn’t care about nor would ever know existed if they weren’t there.

            I walked threw the isles and found the row for the self-serve coffee stand. I grabbed a large cup and filled it to the top with vanilla coffee. The creamy liquid fell threw my rib cage as is sculled my lips. I grabbed a few muffins and a small pound cake, or whatever it was, all the starch-based sweets tasted the same to me. I walked with healed footsteps marveling at how many people were already there; it could only have been eight or so. At the counter a teen age boy about 16, a few zits, blue eyes, chipped teeth under pale lips, the blue apron and a name tag with Rick written in bold print. He looked at me as any teen boy would, he gawked a little and I knew the look of him stereotyping my features with his eyes. He rang up my food bagged it and typed the numbers for my coffee, and took quite sweet time doing it.

            “Fore sixty two.” He said, as I handed him my credit car. He scanned it and handed me the bag. I walked to the stand of assorted guns and candies gazed at all the products behind the counter as I sipped my coffee. A curious look crossed my face.

            “Hey kid, uuu… Rick” he looked over. “What city are we in?” I asked, he looked at me in disbelief.

            “Your kidding right?” he asked. I spread my arms ready for an answer.

            “Chicago,” he said. I nodded in satisfaction.

            “Nice,” I said, I waved slowly and I walked with my coffee to my car. The rain had begun to shower barely. As I fell into my seat, the leather mixing with the smell of my damp cloths ran in my nose as I noticed the cop was still there. Rolling my eyes as back as they would go and kicked my car to like and drove threw the lot out the plaza. 

 

 

 

 

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