Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

It was dark, the air getting colder as the rain mercilessly fell from the pitch black sky. Not once had it shown signs of letting up since it began to fall. Lucy stared up, letting the water wash over her face, down along her cheeks, her neck. Her entire body was soaked and she looked forward to changing into something dry, something...warmer. She glanced over her shoulder, glimpsing the man as he followed. He wasn't far behind and it set her mind at ease. It would do them both good to get out of the rain and possibly the eyes of anyone who might still be skulking the streets. She knew her father. The man was ruthless, relentless. He'd have back up patrolling the area soon enough. The man had friends in every nook and cranny of the city. The law worked for him even though he was merely a businessman. Lucy shivered. How easily people were bought, their souls corrupted by the promise of power. The seduction was overwhelming, the temptations real and powerful. She cringed at how far her father had fallen...taking her sister along with him. It was so unfair. We're here, Lucy whispered after leading the man down a few more blocks and finally up a stone set of stairs that led to a battered red door. She swung it open and gestured he continue to follow. There was another flight of steps adjacent to a long and lonely corridor. She ignored the hall and made for the stairs. Just one more flight. Promise, she said, giving him a smile. Her hands firmly held her shirt in place as she shook her head, red hair falling back into a tangled mess over her shoulders and along her back. It was nice to be inside where it was dry. Once up the stairs, Lucy walked down two doors and stopped at the one marked with the number 202. Her keys had been lost during the scuffle, but there was a hidden one she kept in the potted plant outside her door. Probably not the safest place to keep the thing, but nowadays most people ignored the obvious. And if they really wanted 'in', they'd find a way despite it. Lucy blushed as she dug into the dirt of the plant adjacent to her door, pulling out the spare key. She knew the locks would have to be changed. Her landlord would be pissed, probably force her to pay extra because of the trouble. She frowned at the thought. But she had no choice. Not with the people who were out there, the ones who were watching her. As it was, she probably shouldn't even stay in her apartment for too long. That notion troubled her, made her blood turn cold. But for now... My home, Lucy said softly after turning the lock and opening her door. It's not much, she said. But I like it. It was a studio, but everything about the place oozed of Lucyher personality, everything. The walls were covered in drawingsmost of them sketches. There was a papasan chair with a plush black cushion of in one corner, a table with a wooden chair in another. There was a television on a smaller table against the far wall and then the bed. Off to the side was a tiny kitchenette that bled into the rest of the studio and then a small bathroom with the door left ajar. It was simple, but it had everything. Lucy walked over to the window and drew the curtains. She then walked over to the closet, which was stuffed with clothes, towels and blankets. Removing a blanket, she brought it over to the man and smiled up at him. Wish I had something you could wear, Lucy said, her cheeks heating despite the fact that she was still in her soaked and torn clothes. She grabbed at the edges of her shirt with her free hand when she felt it slipping once again. But hopefully this will keep you warm.