*** Danny watched from atop a large boulder jutting out towards the sea, the sun shining and the golden light bouncing off his sleek, ebony locks. That girl he met was nice. He missed her, actually. But now he was dead, and for five days, no less. She probably hadn’t discovered this truth yet... ***
Five minutes.
Five minutes since she’s learned of what happened to Danny.
All she’d done was call to check on him after that time she’d taken care of him when he was sick with…something, and now hell was crashing down on her almost.
It didn’t matter that Brooke wasn’t close friends with Danny. It didn’t matter that they never went to the same school. It didn’t matter that they lived in two totally different cities.
It’s the same feeling you always have when someone dies, someone you don’t know that well. You feel bad, yet you don’t grieve. You feel a weight on your chest like a block of cement. You feel a nagging thought in your head that 'you should feel worse about this. Why aren't you more upset? Crying even? Don't you c a r e ? ‘
The ninja stared out from the pier of the lake in Norrisville, the autumn wind blowing her short brown hair across her face gently as she stared outwards towards the horizon, her face one of sadness, like she’d just seen a horrible accident. As she glanced down into the water, leaning against the wooden railing with folded arms, she noticed a random ripple appear by her face in her reflection. She knew why…
Another…and another…and another followed.
The brunette finally let out a breath, covering her face with her hands as she leaned her back against the railing, sliding down til she was on the floor, and wrapping her arms around her legs she buried her face in her knees, her shoulders shaking with her very quiet sobs.
She was finally crying…why?
Brooke Jenson was the Ninja. The Ninja protects the innocent and fights for good. The Ninja saves lives.
***
Danny had been slightly taken aback. She was.. crying?
Well..he knew she was a hero at heart. He would probably do the same if it were her in this situation and not him. He wished he could wrap her in his arms, tell her he was fine; he was okay.
Poor girl...
...! And yet another reason for him to try and contact her, right?!
Oh, God, did she ever say her name? Was it simply ‘Ninja’? He remembered something of her saying that..
“Ninja!” He cried out and started running down the rocky ledge towards the water where he could see her image reflecting off of it.
***
