The Legend of Phoenix: The Omega Star
Night.Dark.Black. Scratch that, make it pitch black. Yeah pitch black is a better adjective. Wait is that an adjective or description, isn't that the same thing? Oh well.Night. Dark. Pitch black.No moon, no stars, no light, just darkness. Darkness can't be nowhere and everywhere at once, can it? Now take this darkness and place it in a little neighborhood, a cul-de-sac actually, off of a main road. The neighbors, who are too courteous for their own good, have no floodlights on. There is a 14-year-old girl in tight black pants, a black long sleeve shirt, with those nice little thumb holes, and no shoes. She is running through the shadows, with her shoulder length brown hair up in a ponytail. The girl dashes through the shadows, traveling further down the street until she reaches a small, almost invisible strip of dirt in between two houses. She stops, crouching low, and slinks down the pathetic excuse for a path. Weaving in between two bushes, she pops out onto old train tracks, long since torn up and matted down into a rail trail. The girl breaks out into a jog and continues down the old path. Only three minutes later, she slows to a walk and pulls a flashlight out of the waistband of her pants. The girl looks around, her head swiveling back and forth, gauging the distance between herself and the houses. Seemingly satisfied, she flicks the light on and dims the beam. She works her way down the path proceeding past a small...CREEEAK!…