Prologue: Marisa
She never asked for this life. She hadbeen pushed into it by fate, and it wasn't exactly a gentle push.It's not like she had ever said 'When I grow up, I want to be aResonator, just like my daddy!' Well, it beat being a nurse, shesupposed. A job taking care a sick people, or a job of hunting strange creatures?
Marisa was thinking this as she walkedthe city, her long black hair flowing in the wind slightly. Aroundher, rock music blared through her earphones, and those nearby wereastonished at the face that she hadn't lost her sense of hearing. Shekept her eyes closed as she walked in, the blazing sun disagreeingwith her. She sidestepped a person who almost ran towards her, andkept moving.
She was wearing torn jeans at theknees, and a simple black tank top that trapped any hear, a pair ofOakleys in her hair. Black bracelets on her wrists completed theensemble nicely.
Around her was the usual crowd. On oneside of her, a kid was having a birthday party in a cafe. In front ofher, an old lady was struggling to cross the street, tapping her canin annoyance as a car almost his her. She grumbled and moved on. Onthe other side, a group of teenagers standing around, obviously up tono good, but Marisa just moved on.
She continue walking, stopping as a carpassed, then continued walking. There was a feeling in her chest,like her heart just skipped a beat. She afforded her self a smallsmile, increasing her pace. 'Just a little longer...'
Memories flooded to her, and she feltat home, glad to be in her hometown after two years of being away in'College' Even now, the streets were familar to her, right down tothe number of steps until the next block. She knew her favoriteeating plac was two blocks to the right. She used to eat hamburgerswith her brother there all the time.... she would have to call him up later.
She walked for two more blocks, when she finally got the signal she had been waiting for- her head wasringing, like someone had blown a whistle right in her ear. Shestopped where she stood, in the middle of the street, a car skiddingto avoid her, an a horn blared in anger, though she ignored it.
Slowly, she began to stretch her arm, raising it into the air, and snapped, the sound of witch seemed to echo against the buildings.. Within her chest, her heart gave an incredible POUND. Afterthat, it was as if everything suddendly decided to take a time out.The car that was rushing towards her froze on the ground. Behind her,the teenagers looked like a manniken, their raised feet never hitting the ground. Water, witch had been pouring into a glass, looked likeit belonged in a painting. The music in Marisa's ears quieted down
Only two things seemed unfazed by this sudden occurance. The first was Marisa herself- she opened her ice blue eyes, looking at the area around her, focusing on the only otherthing that moved.... Which happened to be the old lady from earlier. Seemingly oblivious to her surrondings, she just kept onwalking, whistling a tune and tapping her cane. She took a few moresteps, before she finally noticed that nothing else was moving. She stopped, and looked around her, before she and Marisa locked eyes.
They stood there, facing each other, as if it was an old western showdown. The old woman leaned back... andthrew her cane at Marisa like an expert javelin thrower, turnedaround, and ran at speeds that would make track stars jealous . Marisa gave a tsk of annoyance, ducking to avoid the cane, and sped off in hot pursuit, her speed almost equaling the old womans. Her hands moved to one of her bracelets, which she tapped. It flashed for a second, changing shape until it became a small dagger, witch she gripped.
The old woman was merciless. Like afootball player running towards the touchdown zone, she angled hershoulder, bulldozing into the men standing still, throwing them intothe streets, before taking an alley way, trying to dissappear out of Marisa's line of sight.
A sound buzzed in her ears. "She's planning on ambushing you. Its a skeleton, by the looks of it. Shehad a trash can lid.' Came the voice of a male , rough and inelegant, almost like the thugs you see on T.V.
Marisa turned a corner, ducking low toavoid the lid, and sliced with her dagger. The old lady howled... and suddenly became un- old- lady=like as the creatures illousion disappeared. "A skelleton." Marisa said, pushing it away."A corpse re animated by spirits wanting revenge. I'm glad I caught you before you could begin a serial killing streak."
The Skeleton, not quite done moving,palmed Marisa in her stomach, she took a few steps back, the airleaving her. With the sound of teeth chattering, it lunged forward toget in the strike destined to finish her.
It never met it's mark, as the sound ofa gunshot was heard. The skeleton froze in place, thhen ooked at oneof its bones, where a ball of light had lodged itself.
There was the sound of somethinghitting the ground, and a man landed, looking at the skeleton. He wasdressed a lot like Marisa- torn pants, black top, a braclet on onehand, and a gun in the other. Short blonde hair and a mustashedgraved his face. "Bullets made from compessed holy water andsunlight." He said with a smirk. "It doesn't matter whatyou do now, you're done for."
The Skeleton would have howled if itcould, and raced towards the new arrival. Before his hand came upon him, the bones flashed with a light, vanishing into thin air.
Marisa took a few breaths, beforestanding upright. "Thanks for the help, Cole."
"that's what a partner is for. I'mguessing you forgot to attack the bone?" Cole replied
"Ya. Most things vanish instantly,so i just stabbed. Sorry about that." She apologized. She raisedher hand, snapping. There was another heart beat, and the music inher headphones began to blare, aslife returned to the world..
"I doubt that was our target." Marisa said, resting her back against a wall. "Do you?"
Cole shook his head. "Too weak in nature. I guess we'll be here a while. But, finding accommodations shouldn't be a problem. This is your hometown, right?"
Marisa gave another slight smile."Good, I can see him after two years." She said, pulling a black and purple cell phone, dialing numbers from meory, putting itto her ear. "...Hello? Joshua?"
