Robin Hood in New York? ~ The Story of Iris Winter ~ {01}

I hitched my groceries up to my chest and walked a little faster. His black coat swished out of view behind the corner up ahead of me. As the New York wind blew back to me, I caught the whiff of gunpowder that prompted me to follow him in the first place.
He turned around once, to check if anyone was pursuing him, and I ducked behind a fruit cart. He strode out of the street and into an alleyway. Quickly, I followed him.
Let me start over. This probably began in an awkward place.
My name is Iris Winter, and I'm nineteen. My parents were killed in a car wreck when I was fourteen, and I lived in an orphanage until I was eighteen, and old enough to leave the horrible place. I had no money for college, so I became a secretary.
My job is nice... I guess. But I've always wanted to do more... To be something greater...
I've always wanted to make a difference...
I'd followed him behind some buildings, and into the labyrinth that was the system of back-alleyways twisting through New York. I stopped in my tracks.
He was gone.
I looked around, but I couldn't see anyone. Raising an eyebrow, I shifted my giant back of groceries to the other arm, and fixed my scarf with the other.
"Hm..." I pondered aloud. "Guess he's not here."
I gave up and turned to walk away.
But before I could go a single step, I felt a hand slide over my mouth. My muted scream was unheard by the people on the streets, because I was hidden behind God knows how many buildings.
I didn't drop my groceries in fright until I felt an icy blade press against my throat.
"Why were you following me?" My captor demanded, putting more pressure on the knife. "Why were you following me?"
First rule of following someone:
Don't let them catch you following them.
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Love,
Ms. Marauder