Alone, in silence__Open

[Emilia Parker]

The sun had just set and the darkness had swept over Portland. Cool winter breezes swirled the snow around the park. It flashed and whipped, the trees swaying lightly with the dancing white snowflakes. The moon was slowly rising into the sky, the murky gray clouds somewhat keeping her and the stars concealed. The night was particularly eerie, not a time when somebody would prefer to be walking alonge through a park.

Unfortunately for Emilia Parker, that is exactly whats she had to do... not that she had any reason to be frightened. Parker was walking home from work, for unlike most breathing beings, she prefered it over other sorts of conveyances. She was practically basking in the cool winter air, the snow fell upon her blond hair, causing it to look even lighter in the snowy gleam. She was simply wearing a pair of ripped jeans, black boots, and her black and red work-shirt. Most would have found her completely insane to be walking in this sort of wheather, but Parker loved it. She had always been fond of the cold. Always never felt the excruciaing painful chills it tended to send through most. She doesn't know why... she never knew her father to have that sort of ability. He hated the cold.

The walk was long, and this was a particularly dangerous period of time to be travelling alone without protection. Parker was half tempted to find a secluded place and project herself somewhere to be sure it was safe, but she wouldn't. For one, that was ridiculously dangerous for her body, and two, it wasn't her job to protect anybody. As long as where she was headed was safe, Parker didn't care. She was in the dark, really. Parker had not idea what was going on in the world beyond her own isolated life. She purposely tuned out everything she heard everybody say... but something inside her, some sort of sixth sense, was telling her, screaming at her, that it was stupid of her to do so. She knew something was wrong. Something wasn't safe... but she was not entirely sure of what that was.

Her thoughts wandered as she began to think in the silence of the winter night. Maybe... I could... help... She thought, But no. I am useless to all. I- I couldn't help...anybody. There was a double meaning to her thoughts, but that was beside the point. She believed that she couldn't help anybody, her kind. She was almost positive that they would refuse the help from the stubborn secluded girl. The murderer.... of course none of them knew about any of that. Parker shivered then, and not because she was cold.

Something inside her was suddenly telling her she needed to hurry. Parker listened intently, but heard nothing. "Therapy." She chimed to herself, but her feet moved faster anyway. She was briskly walking, refusing to accelerate into a jog because that would look ridiculous in the mundane society; a girl running down the road in the middle of the night. Conclusions would have been drawn, and that wouldn't be good. Parker trampled through the park in near silence, trying to decipher her next options. In the end she came to a conclusion; Do Something, or Leave.

So that was it. She had to do something, anything, whether it be helping or hiding... that or she would, should leave. Where would she go though? The east coast held to many painful memories. The west coast wasn't safe. The middle of the United States was smack dab right in the middle of two hells. She was definately stuck in a rut, conflicted.

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