Chapter One: First Meetings

First Person POV- Alyson Little

It was a normal day in New York City; well I guessed it was normal, seeing as the streets were paved with verdors and tourists were on the prowl. I was only there for a school trip, so if anything was off, I wouldn't be able to tell. I went to an Arts Collage and we came to New York for a week long art walk. Most of the students only had one event that was mandatory for them to attend but not me. Along with my photography, I also had theatre, dance, and piano/violin events to participate in. We were here for an entire week and while most everyone had a lot of down time today was the only free time I would have until we went back to North Carolina.

Walking among some of the other pieces I saw a woman a little shorter than me and I was around 5'2", she wasn't exactly skinny but she wasn't fat either. She was looking at one of my pieces, my favorite on to be exact; it reminded me of one of my favorite T.V. shows, Batman: The Animated series. I loved watching it as a child and the villains were very instrumental in shaping some of my interests such as psychology and gymnastics.

"Admiring my picture?" I asked walking up to the brunette. She turned around at my voice and broke into a wide smile; she was very pretty her hair came down to her chin. I smiled politely back "I'm Alyson Little."

"Little the photographer?" I nod "Oh my God! I love your pictures, especially this one. It reminds me of Batman." her smile grew with every syllable that left her mouth, I was afraid her face would break. The image in question was actually a paper negative, you learn the technique in any high school photo class. The image was my best friend, Josh, doing his best super hero pose with a bed sheet and cat ears used for a long ago Halloween costume.

"That's why I took it. What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't." she laughed "But it's Dawn." she held out her hand for me to shake. I took it gengerly just like in the lessons my mother put me through.

"-here with my friends." Oh crap, I must have drifted off but I wasn't going to let this person know I didn't hear a word she just said.

First Person POV- Dawn

New York, the city of dreams! At least, that was what my parents thought whe I was brought here as a child. And that's what I continued to think when I was finally able to get a place of y own. The Big apple had a certain shine so that even growing up wouldn't keep me from rentign an apartment in the city I loved. A few of my friends were weren't locals had somehow roped me into going sightseeing with them. That was how I ended up at an art walk.

I was admiring a photograph all by my loneome while my friends looked at the sculptures and paintings. I loved all kinds of art but the picture I was looking at had really caught my eye. This particular picture featured a man striking a fierce pose. It reminded me of Batman. I was a total nerd when it came to super heroes. I owned comics, movies, and even some TV shows on DVD but nothing compared to my love for the Batman universe... then again, I would probably like anybody who had villains like the Joker or Scarecrow. I've always had a soft spot for crazies.

I heard footsteps heading in my direction before stopping someplace near me. Whoever it was had stopped ot admire the picture much like myself. It was silent for a few moments before she began talking to me.

"Admiring my work?" I could hear the smirk of pride in her voice. Usually it would have bothered me but in this case, the sense of accomplishment that the woman held was well deserved. I turned around to face a blonde who was only about an inch or so taller than me. Her hair was straight and of average length with black tips accenting the honey blonde. "I'm Alyson Little."

I looked over at the name under the picture. "Little as in the photographyer? Oh my God! I love your pictures, especially this one. It reminds me of Batman." I grinned wildly at my new acquaintance. I loved any excuse to talk about Batman.

"That's why I took it." she smiled politely at me "What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't. But it's Dawn." I extended my hand which she shook lightly, she was very formal but sinsere. I started to ramble about why I was here for a while before I noticed she had zoned out. I teneded ot do that, talk to much, I mean.

"That's nice." she said covering up her lack of attention. I let it go.

"So how long are you in town?" I asked.

"Oh just for a week, most of us only have one section of the art walk to participate in so they will go sight seeing but I'm in most of them so I'm only really in New York today."

"Oh well I live here... maybe I can be ya tour guide." I offered kindly laying on the accent thickly. "Ya know, show you the dos and don'ts, teh ups and downs of the city."

"Oh, I don't know... how old are you anyways?" she raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Old enough to be your guide." Alyson looked as if she was about to decline. "Come on, I work for freeee!" I sung. "What could possibly go wrong if you have a genuine simi-New Yorker as you guide in the Big Apple?"

"Oh, alright. You can play tour guide."

Edited as of 8/26/13