It was midnight in a small hometown when a young girl stood beside a tombstone ,it was unmarked with her Long hair which flew around her caused by the winds.she was Annabelle the long lost daughter of the Wallis family in Riverdale.
During the case of a mistaken identity , Anabelle was switched at birth with another baby at the hospital seventeen years ago ,growing up blissfully unknown of her true identity.
However with the truth unveiled, today she embarked on the journey to the unfamiliar city,a world she had never known.
Come along Belle let's head down to the house , your family should be arriving soon.once you are back with them you will be officially part of the Wallis family and you should put the past behind you don't go resenting them it wasn't their fault.
The old man's gaze shifted from the tombstone to the young girl.
Grandpa you go ahead first ,I want to stay here for a bit. Annabelle replied softly her eyes lingering on the tombstone.
The old Man gave another glance at the tombstone, "Alright don't be too long Belle.
With that he turned and left leaving Annabelle alone with her thoughts.
Suddenly a ruffling sound from the woods behind her shattered the silence.something was moving through the trees, approaching Annabelle with urgency.
Annabelle cautiously turned around ,her long eyelashes casting distinct Shadows under the sunlight , lending a mysterious and somber quality to her gaze.
Suddenly an imposing figure clad in rugged Kombat suit emerged from the woods. It was Brandon Starkville,his face was smudged in with dirt making his features indistinguishable.
However Annabelle's gaze were instantly drawn to the emblem on his right arm,the rustling sounds continued, hinting at more unseen figures lurking around.
Run! The man let out a low growl.h He was surprised to find someone at this remote area.
His voice drained of strength, trailed off as he stumbled.he crashed to the ground, sprawled out amidst the lush grass,a crimson stain spreading across it.
Annabelle furrowed her brows, the intensity of the scent of blood told her this man had lost a significant amount of blood. If she doesn't help out and stop the bleeding soon, he'd bleed out.
Just then some men emerged from the rustling woods.
" There's a girl here! Exclaimed the bald man excitedly.
"Let's take her with us"the curly haired man behind him echoed,his thick lips curling into a lecherous grin. Seeing a beautiful girl in this desolate region had certainly stirred something within him.
Annabelle's heart pounded like a drum.having lived in this area for twelve years, she was no stranger to it's dangers.but this is the first time she will be facing such a situation.
She couldn't help feeling a sense of relief that her Grandpa had already left and should be at home by now.
She took a glance at the dangerous weapons in their hands and mustered a week voice," please don't hurt me . I'm just an ordinary village girl…."
The curly haired man stepped forward, lifting Anabelle's chin with the spout of his gun. He fixed his gaze on elegant features and unblemished skin that seemed alluring.
He licked his lips and grinned,"of course we won't hurt ,join us and I'll show you a life of excitement and luxury".
Annabelle glanced at the menacing gun,her long lashes quivering slightly ,she gasped " spare my life , I'll do whatever you want. I can go with you."
Her apparent submission only fueled the man's predatory intentions .He chuckled , since you are up for anything let's get started!".
Snicker echoed around as the man carelessly let his weapon drop, seizing Annabelle's right arm and forcefully pulling her into his embrace.
Annabelle's left hand deftly Moved along the side of her garb as she collided with his chest , revealing a small but potent device .In a lightning fast motion, she delivered a non- lethal shock that rendered him unconscious.
" Ugh… before succumbing to unconsciousness,he caught a glimpse of Annabelle's cold ,steely eyes devoid of any trace of timidity.
Meanwhile the bald man sensing trouble let out a curse and raised his gun.however fearing for the safety of his companion ,he aimed the dark barrel at Annabelle.
Reacting quickly, Meredith shoved the man aside,rolled nimbly on the ground , and positioned herself behind the tombstone.
She grabbed a handful of white powder from a nearby basket and flung it at the bald man .
Simultaneously ,he loaded his gun,but he was still a step too late.
The white powder dispersed into the air and as he inhaled it,his vision blurred , his senses weakened and then he fainted.
The potent concoction she'd used,a homemade animal repellent with no antidote ,had knocked the guy out for at least an hour.
As Annabelle got to her feet,she noticed the new garb her grandmother sewed for her before passing ,now stained and snagged. A frown creased her beautiful eyebrows.
She turned her attention to the fallen man and realised a bullet had pierced his right scapula , and blood was oozing out.
Annabelle loosened the man's heavy Kombat suit , raising her garb to reveal a collection of tools concealed beneath the fabric.
Choosing one, she casually gathered some leaves and plants, chewed them and spat the mixture onto the man's wounded scapula. Without a second thought she tore a strip of cloth from her torn garb and wrapped it around the injury.
The critical nature of the situation made the extraction of the bullet impossible.
Brandon's cautiousness flickered back,his right shoulder feeling number but pain free.in a daze he felt hands on his chest and a sudden wave of alarm hit him.
Just as Annabelle finished tending to the wound,her hand was captured by a larger one.
"Try to relax, I'm just just helping you with the wound",she explained soothingly.
Brandon finally got a clear look at the girl's face and couldn't help but stare in disbelief,... Rena?!.
Upon hearing the name, Anabelle's stoic face transformed into one of shock.
Through her widened Pupils, Annabelle caught a glimpse of the man's face smeared with dirt. With a sudden surge of strength,she wrenched her hand free from his grip and stepped back.