Story: Albino (temporary title) ch. 1 The girl in the snow by Kelsie

I hope you like it!!!!~




A shadow sat
on the rooftop of a Michigan mall, nearly invisible in the pitch black night.
Underneath a thick black cloak, a teenage boy whose attitude and size revealed
him to be an older teen, smiled silently to himself as the first snow of winter
fell lightly around him. A smaller figure appeared beside him, barely making a
noise as he crouched down.
"Shh!” the teen whispered.
"He'll be here soon." The other boy pulled off the hood that had previously
covered his face, revealing a gangly, freckle-faced, teen of around fourteen.
"Shiro?" the younger teen
whispered. "I-"
"Don’t say my name in public; it’s
too risky." Shiro snapped through the crisp air. "If you must call me
something, call me Shadow." Shiro pulled himself to his feet, and without
a noise, walked into the middle of the roof, before crouching down again.
The gangly teen rolled his eyes and
was about to say something to Shiro, when the roof-access door snapped open,
and a tall man in a suit climbed wearily out onto the roof, shutting the door
behind him.
Shiro nodded to his companion, and
stepped lightly towards the man, his hood covering his face. From the man's
perspective, he was alone on the roof. Suddenly, Shiro whipped off his cloak,
revealing his pale skin and hair, as white as the long sleeve shirt he wore.
The man in the suit gasped, a look of both horror and fear on his face, for the
teen had appeared out of nowhere it seemed.
"G-Ghost!" the man
stuttered, taking a step back. Shiro stepped forward.
"I am as you see me."
Shiro sighed. "Did you bring the money?" The teen near Shiro threw a
bag to him, and Shiro caught it with a clanking noise, not even looking from
where it came from.
"H-h-how?" the man gasped.
"The money sir?" Shiro
asked. The man shook himself, and pulled a small bag out of his pocket. It
clinked and clanged as he held it out. Shiro stepped forward, taking the bag of
money from the man's hand, dropping the other bag at his feet. "Thank you
sir." he said curtly, looking up into the man's face.
The man screamed and fell backwards.
The boy’s eyes were red.
But the man had no time to ask
questions, for the teen in front of him stepped back, once, twice, and promptly
stepped off the roof of the building.

Across the city, a young girl, with
only a thin coat to protect her from the now thickly falling snow, shivered as
she tried to find a place to stay. She caught her foot on a hidden rock, and
fell to the ground, too tired to get back up.

As Shiro fell, he pulled his arms
in, trying not to think of the inevitable fate before him. A red blur cut
through the air towards the falling teen, maneuvering easily between tall
buildings as it raced forward. Suddenly, as he neared the ground, Shiro whipped
out his arms. Red-gloved hands grabbed them, and with a sudden jolt, he was
lifted into the air.
With excellent form, Shiro pulled
himself up onto the glider next to the gangly youth, who had tied his cloak
around his waist. Red locks of wispy hair were blown into his face as the two
of them sped through the sky. The teen glared venomously through bright green
eyes at Shiro, who returned the look with a confident grin.
"It was too much of a risk
Shiro," The teen started.
"Shadow, Shadow, Shadow!"
Shiro said angrily, "Why can't you remember that? The others do!"
"Fine!" the teen retorted.
"Shadow. It was still too much
of a risk! What if I hadn't caught you? What if you slipped through my hands?
What if-"
"Cardinal!" Shiro interrupted, "You did catch me, and you did great, but
since I left my bike in the park, I must ask you to bring the money home. See
you there!" Having said this, Shiro tied the bag of money onto the bar of
the glider, and spreading out his cloak like a parachute, let go of the bar.
"Shiro!" Came a loud cry
from above, followed by a growl of frustration. Shiro chuckled softly before
landing bumpily in a rather prickly bush on park territory.
After locating his bike parked
behind a tall, leafy tree, Shiro rode swiftly for miles, passing rows of
houses, fields, and farms, before finally making it to the gates of a large,
abandoned dump, which had collected tons of trash, and had lost its horrid
stench. He went to unlock the gate, but hit his foot on a snowdrift nearby.
"Ouch!" he cried, then
paused. There was nothing there yesterday. Shiro bent down and began to dig through the snow, and
nearly screamed. There was a girl buried in the snow! Her skin, originally a
chocolate brown, was beginning to turn a light blue. Poor girl. Shiro thought. He knelt down and took her hand. He
jumped. A pulse beet steadily in his hand, and she was breathing, despite how
faint. She's alive! Shiro thought amazed. But she won't be for long if I don’t get her warm. Shiro picked her
up and put her on his bike, rolling it through the dumps' gateway. Asa will know what to do.