Ceiling…

 

White ceiling….

 

 

Hmm….

 

Angela woke up early in the morning but she was too lazy to get out of bed, she stared blankly at the ceiling of her apartment. She knew she had to do something but she couldn’t remember. Slowly thoughts began to drift in… Hmm…

 

It was 7:45 in the morning Angela was late for work.

 

“Ahhh!!! Gotta get up! Time for work!!!” Her apartment wasn’t a big apartment but it was still home. A few rats here and there but no major problems. Ms. Wagore lived across the hall. She was a nice old lady; just don’t mess with her cat. Angela however lived alone.

                                                                                                                                                                                          

 

Today was a big day for her. She was to interview Blood Red, the leader of the Red Knights. It was a miracle that he allowed anyone to interview him. No one knew his real name, he was very secretive. He was a Searcher. Searchers were said to able to catch bullets with their bare hands and able to shoot a head over 2000 miles away. She did not believe in the rumors. It is their job to search for Jnanium, the source of the energy in the city. She was interviewing Blood Red because of his rivalry with the Gray Dragons. There were stories of Searcher wars within the city, but they could do nothing. Searchers follow their own laws. They do not get arrested for anything that they do, how could you arrest someone who could kill with a flick of a hand?

 

She looked in the mirror applying her make-up in a hurry. Her brown eyes scanned herself. Angela was a woman of slender build. She was not so tall yet not short. Her hair which was black but brown near the edges was being furiously brushed. She was wearing a stylish black dress with no sleeves, a small black jacket and leather boots.  She was rushing down the stairs when…

 

 

“Whoa!” She said while she slipped. “Sorry I’m in a hurry.” she said while she was trying to get up.

 

“You better be were late.” A masculine voice answered.

 

“Michael?” she said as she looked up. Michael Granada was wearing a black collared T-shirt, white pants and black leather shoes. He was her best friend and was driving her to the Black Tower. The Black Tower was the Red Knights’ home. That was where they met and held their meetings. That was also where they kept their Jnanium.

 

“Do I look good?” she asked. “Perfect, now come on we are going to be late. It’s already 8:30 and the interview is at 9:00.” He said. “I know, I know!” They rushed down stairs and ran up to Michael’s car. “Get in the front seat we got to go!” he said as he started his car.