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A Dance in the Rain

Chapter One: Home

Many people believe that things happen by coincidence. This is not the case, as there is no such thing as coincidence, but rather inevitability. You cannot escape such things; as they have been planned, plotted, and executed.

You can't run away your fate, no matter how dearly or hard you try.

"Do you believe me to be daft? I told you, I'm not interested!" yelled the young woman at her phone, before hanging up.

That's it, she thought, when are these people going to learn that I don't care about their stupid propositions? She huffed before plopping down on the couch nearest to her.

Ever since she quit her most recent job, she had been called repeatedly by companies offering a job to her. They weren't impressive propositions, but decent nonetheless. Although she was grateful for the offers, she just wanted time to herself, and what better way to accomplish this than to sit around and do nothing for a couple of weeks? Better yet, without having to worry about a job waiting for her at the end of this 'vacation'.

With a sigh, she snuggled deeper into the couch, getting comfortable. "I can get used to this," she muttered into the pillow. She could lay here as long as she wanted and wouldn't be bothered, unless the phone decides to ring again.

"Why can't I get a phone call from someone I want to talk to?" she muttered again, thoughts of her parents entering her head. Her mother would always call her, and when asked why, her response would be: "to keep my daughter from getting lonely." The thought left the young woman saddened; it had been nearly three years since both of her parent's deaths. Though they weren't her real parents, she missed them as though they were. The young woman was adopted; a lady had found her and brought her to an orphanage when she was a newborn.

Of course, she doesn't remember any of this because she was a newborn, but she was told by her adopted parents. Even if they were not related by blood, she loved her parents as though they were her real ones.

It was those parents who "went missing all that time ago. The memory of their death was not something she would forget.

They had vanished and the authorities never found a body. All they found was a massive amount of blood, which after analyzed was found to belong to her adopted mother and father. The young woman rolled over, barely stopping herself from falling off of the couch. She stared at the wall, thoughts still on her adoptive parents.

There had been so much blood on the walls, the carpet, even on the ceiling. She was 16 when she witnessed this. When she saw the scene, she ran out of the house, barely holding in her vomit. She called 911 as soon as she stopped shaking.

She had been the one to discover it while going to see them. They had stopped calling her and she was worried, and decided that a visit was in order. But nothing ever seems to go as planned.

After the chaos from their death settled down two weeks later, she was approached by a lawyer. Her parents had a will, and in it, they stated that most of the things that belonged to them were to be given to her. She could not imagine why she got everything, as she had an older sister that was actually related to them by blood. But she wasn't going to question her parents' judgment.

When she visited her parent's house, which was now hers, she couldn't even look at it; memories of the blood wouldn't go away. So, with much regret, she removed all of the furniture and had the big house demolished. She didn't want to keep it for sentimental value; it only caused her bad memories. The land was then used for something she deemed useful. She had never spoken of what it became to anyone, except one person, and she trusted him greatly.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making the woman fall off of the couch and breaking her from her thoughts. She laid there for a few seconds recovering, not bothering to flick her long, dark-coloured hair out of her face.

Grumbling, she got up, and rubbed her newly bruised shoulder. "This better be good," she grumbled before walking to the door.

She had a peek hole, but it was never used, as that is what people would assume you would look through to see them. It was false, and she used another method to see who it was. This of course was a camera, not very original, but efficient nonetheless.

She gazed at the screen the tiny camera was producing. It was merely a post office worker delivering a package. Her eyes stared at the package. Would someone send me a bomb? I haven't ordered anythin- she was brought out of her thoughts by the man ringing the bell, more times than truly necessary.

She huffed, unlocked her solid metal door, and opened it. Not all the way, of course.

"May I help you?" the young woman asked sweetly.

"Yes, is there a Connie Winters here?"

"Yes, I'm Connie."

"This package is for you." He held the package in his arm while he went to grab something from his side.

Connie's hazel eyes snapped to where he was reaching. She almost shut the door, fearing what the man was grabbing for. However, it seems the worry was unjustified, as it was only a clipboard.

"Please sign here," he said, indicating to the bottom of the form. She grabbed the pen and signed her name quickly. "Here ya go," he said handing her the package. "Have a nice day," he said before walking back to his truck.

"You too!" she shouted, not fearing the delivery man as much anymore.

She shut the door quickly, locked it and ran to her living room, placing the package down slowly, as not to activate any possible threat. While the delivery man may not be trying to intentionally harm her, she would never trust a sealed package as easily.

She grabbed a nearby knife, And carefully cut the box open. She shifted through the contents, looking for anything harmful. However, all she could find was bubble wrap, Styrofoam, a small golden box, and a letter. She quickly put her ear to the box to listen for ticking. Nothing. Thank god, she thought thankfully.

Even though there was no ticking, it could still be a threat. For example, it could be a trigger-bomb. Now, you probably have guessed that Connie here is quite cautious, actually from another's point of view, she's overly cautious. She always had some caution, but it intensified after the incident with her parents.

Connie reached for the letter before even thinking about touching the box. She held it carefully and then smelled it. Safe, she thought before reaching for the knife again to open it. See, Connie would never have gone through this many measures to prove it safe, but it was from an unknown person to her. Which simply means, don't trust it.

Connie opened the letter. It read:

Dear Connie Winters,

You may be wondering who I am and how I know you. My name is Mai Sentence. In case you have forgotten my name over the past few years, I am the woman who found you and brought you to the orphanage.

I am sending you this letter in hopes that you will forgive me. You also may be wondering why.

When I found you, I stole something very significant from you.

Let me explain. When I found you, your only possessions were an old blanket and a necklace.

My conscience when I found you wasn't great and I thought that, since I am helping your life, I should be repaid. And I took your necklace.

I am sorry for doing such a thing. I was selfish, ignorant, proud, and I do not deserve your forgiveness, even though I wish it. Just know that I am truly sorry.

What saddens my heart even more is that I am only returning this for more selfish reasons. I have been plagued with such guilt and bad luck since I took your necklace. Please, even if I am undeserving, try to forgive what I have done. I wish to die without guilt. I am truly sorry.

Yours truly, Mai Sentence.

Connie sat in silence. This lady, the one who I always thanked for finding me and saving me, stole from me? Why...why would she do such a thing? Connie stared at the letter lifelessly until anger flashed upon her features. She stood up and started ripping the note.

"Who would do that?" Connie screamed, ripping the letter as quickly and violently as possible.

"Who in their right mind steals the only thing a child has of their parents?" she cried, tears pooling in her eyes. At this point, the letter was nearly in shreds.

"How dare she? I thanked her for saving my life, and she has the nerve to expect payment when from a little child!" Connie shouted again, flinging the shredded letter to the floor.

"How dare she?" Connie fell to her knees, crying. Who would do such a thing? Her tears calmed slowly. She felt so alone at that moment. She had no one to comfort her, no one at all. Although she has a sister, their relationship wasn't the best. Even if she was here, she wouldn't be able to comfort Connie in any way.

She found herself lifting her head to the tiny golden box on the table. She wiped the tears from her face and she slowly lifted her hand to the box. It felt oddly warm and radiated a strange feeling. Sitting on the floor, she dragged the box towards her and pulled the ribbon that was holding the golden box closed.

After pulling it loose, she held the ribbon in the air and watched it fall to the floor, tears threatening to spill from her eyes again. She dabbed her eyes dry and removed the lid off from the box.

Connie stared in wonder at the object inside. It was some sort of silver pendent on a silver chain. It had strange lines on it like a language she didn't understand. She felt that weird sensation again, dropped the lid and slowly reached for the necklace. She grabbed it and felt heat radiating from it, almost as though someone was wearing it and recently took it off. The sensation grew stronger and she could finally place it as a feeling of comfort.

A smile plastered itself to her face as she held the necklace to herself, hugging it as if it were a person. While she knew it was only a necklace, it made her feel happy and safe. This was something her real parents gave her. This small object made her feel so much closer to something that was real before she was lost.

It made her feel at home.

AN/ Ok so this is my first story being posted on Fanfiction. I have it all planed out... All the way down to the very end. I just have to write it, since it's been in my head for over a year now. Now I know that you're probably like, "Oh, it's just another OC fic." Well yes, it does have an OC, but it's not like most of the stories on here. I can guarantee that, you just wait.

Yes one factor is the same, that being that there is time travel. Sorry for that, but it is a major plot point in this story, you'll see. And hopefully no one gets the idea I just hinted at, and writes about it before I get a chance to. I hope to spark people's interest though. Let me know what you think so far :D

Edit/23/06/2012:

Hello, I would like to advise to new readers that this story has been out for more than a year now, meaning writing wise this work has improved greatly from the first chapters. With this in mind, I would ask that viewers/readers give the fiction a chance. I did not get a beta until 30 days after I started the fiction, that being around chapter 30. So until chapter 30, a few spelling errors will probably be found. Perhaps a lot.
Essentially, what I'm saying is, don't judge this story based on the first few chapters, things get really good later on.

-Shadownip

Edited by mago505

03/03/2013