Chapter #4Hanna DeMisca by: Unknown Another boring day here in Shinjuku Japan. Hanna was walking home from Shinjuku high, after having been let out of art club. Hanna had moved to Shinjuku about three year’s prier at age 14. Her grasp at the Japanese Language had been sketchy at first, but thanks to having learned to speak two different languages she had been able to quickly pick up on patters and meanings behind the words. Honestly why her father had thought it be a good idea to go to the place where the world wide disaster known as the D reaper by going to the place it had spawned from to try and escape it ahead of time was beyond you. Probably his flamboyant French brain.
Any way Hanna was walking home today because of a recent digimon attack having damaged or destroyed most of the busses yesterday night. Hanna wondered what it be like to have a digimon partner, her father was more hesitant, but your mother actually was interested in them herself, being a computer engineer, or something like that the thought of livening data was probably somewhat of a fairy tale come true.
Anyway Hanna was currently walking home, dusk starting to set in. Now that winter had appeared It got darker earlier, and the cold was just setting in, not that Hanna minded. Honestly the cold reminded her of home, and even the coldest nights where chilly compared to Russia. Letting out a puff of cold air Hanna’s thoughts drifted back to her day at school, same boring lessens, and the same stairs, honestly she was an oddity here, and even back home. Hanna was part Russian, part French, spoke, wrote, and read three langue, had light tan skin, which was odd considering how little sun she experienced in her life. Hanna's eyes where green despite both her parents having dark brown, and your hair curled up, and no matter how much brushing you give it never goes straight.
When you first arrived nearly everyone in your class starred at you and whispered about the new girl. The only good thing about your arrival had been meeting 'him'. Blue hair, strong warm eyes, an athletic build, Henry Wong was her dream man, strong, kind, and good looking. Course Hanna lacked the spine to tell him, the most you managed to do was leave a box of chocolates on his desk for Valentine ’s Day, last year after you learned about how its the girls who give guys sweats, then how they give girls gift back the next month. Sighing Hanna kept walking, not realizing you passed the street she was suppose to turn on to go home.
Hanna continued walking forward not noticing until she noticed a light in the corner of her eye. Looking up Hanna realized she was in a part of the city she wasn’t familiar with. It looked like a park but not the one near her school. The street lamps illuminated the area, but gave no clue as to where Hanna was now. She was about to turn to leave when a sound caught her attention.
It sounded like someone laughing but it was faint, Hanna couldn’t even tell if if it was male or female, young or elderly. "Hello is someone there," Hanna asked her voice lightly tinted with her Russian accent. As shadow moved out of the corner of her eye, her head snapped to the direction of the shadow, Hanna’s hand moved slowly to her bag searching for something to use as a weapon if needed.
"I- I’m warning you, if you come near me you’ll regret it she yelled to who or whatever was there. Hanna’s eyes scanned the park searching for who or whatever was there. What Hanna did not expect was a voice that whispered in her ear.
I've been waiting for you . The ground seemed to quake before it gave away. Hanna screamed and closed her eye expecting to meet with the cold concrete, but all she felt was gently landing, as if she sat down on the ground, opening her eye she was meet with the sight of.... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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