Oliver's Fanfic Draft

"It seems that the city has grown upward since last time I came here."

I sounded full of machismo and bravery, but secretly the city has always astounded and terrified me. I know that underneath all of the glowing lights and entertainment venues, there is some secret... thing, a group or organisation, operating everything in town. That feeling lingered for some time.

"Come on now, no need for that," I clapped my hands on my cheeks, attempting to let go of the absent dread. I journeyed toward the closest fast food joint, my stomach worming and squirming and writhing in agony.

As I entered and found my place in line, I suddenly caught sight of a figure, maybe six feet in height. I couldn't get anymore details because it disappeared when my gaze wandered, but I didn't worry too much.

"Next please!"

I shook myself back into reality, eschewing that weird thing I saw with a firm hand. The counter girl greeted me with a sweet smile, not too big and beaming, thank goodness.

"So what would you like?" she asked me politely.

"Uhh, I think I'll have a double cheeseburger and fries, no drink thank you, and takeaway please."

She blitzed her lightningbolt fingers across her board of buttons, the speed gained through ages and ages of experience it seemed.

"Okay, that's eight dollars ten."

I handed her a ten dollar note. Somehow I felt a bit awkward handing her money, but at least I get food out of it.

Ka-ding!

The delightful and cheerful sound of capitalism- I mean the cash register, rang out as she replaced the ten dollar note with three coins. Their dull cracks as they left their crowded territories felt strangely satisfying.

"And one dollar ninety cents change." she said as she handed me my severely depleted funds.

"Cool, thank you." I said as I retrieved my meal-in-a-bag. It was warm and comforting, and about to end up in my belly very soon.

'Hmm... should I stay here or go somewhere else?' I wondered.

The figure had left my subconscious previously, but he reappeared just as suddenly, and not just in my head.

He was looking straight at me, his piercing, frozen gaze loitered around the back of my eyes, trying to break down the wall to my thoughts. I tried to break the line of sight, but his magnetism was just too sickly sweet to let go of.

"Hey..." I said as I reached my hand out and moved forward.

Just then, he darted into the toilets nearby. His 'power' had left me, and I managed to half-heartedly give chase. I dared not enter the women's toilets, so I entered the men's instead, knowing full well the embarrassment and beatings I would receive if I didn't.

Thankfully there was no one else relieving themselves in the toilets, so I should be able to hear him if I listen closely. My heart was drumming, the bass thuds resounding through my ears like concert hall orchestras. I tried calming myself down, reducing my concerts to a simple pair of bongos beating out a one-two rhythm. I can't give anything away.

Each step I took, I heard a slight brush of fabric in one of the stalls. I really hoped it was him. The brushing sound continued, meaning I could easily home in on where he was.

I stood in front of a rather clean and almost sterile stall. This was where the sound was coming from. My head was burning. My stomach was hollow. I couldn't wait any longer.

I carefully raised one knee, lifting up the toe slightly to make sure it's out of the way. Summoning up all of my nervous energy, I let out a loud grunt of exertion and literally blew the door off of its hinges.

"Aaaaahh! Why you do this? Why?! Fucking stupid kid!"

Damn! It wasn't him.

Reference on who the figure will be: http://streetsofrage.wikia.com/wiki/Shiva

This is my draft so far (it's going to be a Streets of Rage fanfic, just so you know). I'll need to ask Karen if swearing in the fanfic is a bit too much. If so, I'll change that last part slightly.