The Blog of a Lunatic.

...Imma back! Hey Muppets! So... I'm... Still doing 'orrid wurk... Yush... 'orrible. Like a Londoner! LOL. Well, anyway, I'm failing at doing my NaNoWriMo! I don't feel any imaginative jucie flowing through my veins and I can't come up with anymore ideas! :S

Anyway, you guys can read the first chappie if you want to, and give me some feedback?:

I looked at the food in the shiny shop window, the warm smell of freshly baked goods filling my nostrils. I sighed and then looked at my reflection, no, I was not being vain, I know I am nowhere near pretty. My face, my hideous face, stared back at me. Gaunt cheeks, misshapen nose, skew eyes, papery skin, and my strawberry-blond hair hung in a tangled mess down my back. I tried a smile; no, that only made me look worse. You see, my friends and I are deformed. And- in this city -if you are deformed or ugly or even plain looking, you are despised, beaten up, made fun of, you have to be perfect. We are Abominations. Abominations are the ugly and deformed people. I hate being called that. Our oh-so loving parents had thrown us onto the streets when we were little, because they didn’t want to be hated or looked down on. An old homeless lady had looked after us until we were old enough to fend for ourselves. She died eight years ago now. I was sixteen. I looked around, then returned to looking at the intricately detailed cakes in the window. The music that was playing blared in the background. It was a catchy tune, singing about being better, having everything, and still wanting more. Music was always playing here, you couldn’t escape from it. The only way for peace and quiet was to go outside the city, and no one went there- except us. It was rumoured to be dangerous, with monsters crawling all over the place. Yes, people here believed in such childish things as monsters. But really, the only monsters that are there are there little Rinkrats that steal your food sometimes. Oh, I forgot, you aren’t from here... Rinkrats are small vicious little creatures with big round, cat-like eyes and a mean bite, but they wouldn’t bite you unless they found you to be a threat.

A thin lady with rounded features came out of the shop, red in the face and glaring at me with beady eyes. “GO AWAY! YOU’LL RUIN MY BUISSNESS! People won’t come here if they see you!” She yelled at me. I turned away from the window sighing, and wondered to the back of the market to look through the rubbish bins. I rummaged through them until I found food that was relatively in the edible range. When I had gathered enough for three hungry personages, I started my long walk back to the ally in which we live. To my horror, a gang of young adults were surrounding my friends, Robin and Twig, I couldn’t see past them. I immediately dropped the food I was holding, and ran over to the gang, pushing and shoving my way through the mass of bodies.

One guy with perfect blonde hair and blue eyes, obviously the leader of this monstrosity, looked at me, and smirked, a glint in his eyes showed his contempt. “Oh, look at what the Hackercats dragged in." He sneered.

"Leave. Them. Alone." I said fiercely. I glanced down at Twig, he was out cold, red blood trickling out the side of his mouth and creating patterns on the filthy pavement. Robin was in a heap in a corner, also unconscious, her warm brown hair covering her face.

"I don't think so." He gave a signal, and the group of young Citizens surrounded me, creating a ring around me so I couldn’t get away. I faced the wall of sneering faces defiantly. The leader came at me, swinging his right fist at my side, but I ducked, his fist glancing off my head. I growled and hurled my fist at his pretty face, hoping to wreck it. He tried the dodge, but I caught him in the shoulder, he hissed and right-hooked me in my stomach, knock the air right out of me, I gasped like a fish on dry land for a few seconds then swung powerfully at him again. Unfortunately, my swing was a bit too powerful, because when he side-stepped it, my arm failed to make contact with anything, and popped out of its socket. I clenched my jaw, I had dealt with this kind of pain before, but just as I tried to pop it back into place, Blondie kicked my feet from under me, sending me face first into the cool mud, I yelled as my dislocated shoulder hit the ground. I shifted so that I was lying on my back. He placed a grimy boot-clad foot on my neck. “Wow, I never even dreamed that someone could fight so terribly.” He sneered, his blue eyes glittering with bloodlust that seemed to border on insanity.

The crowd screamed him on to finish me and my miserable life. I watched him carefully, however much my life sucked, I didn’t want to die, but I wasn’t going to beg for my life either. The pressure on my neck increased and I coughed, I could feel my face go blue, blackness filled the edges of my vision. Then he lifted his leather boot. For a blissful minute, I thought he was letting me go, but no, he was going to bring it down again, hard. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the final blow. Just as he was about to bring it down again and end my suffering, Twig picked himself off the ground, and launched himself at Blondie. They rolled around on the pavement, a writhing mass of arms and legs. Punching and kicking blindly. Twig, who was stronger and had a better build, came out on top, eyes burning with fury and hatred as he pinned the guy down, Blondie looked scared for a second, but then the mash of anger returned, struggling- to no avail –to break free from Twig’s grasp. Twig drew back his arm and punched Blondie in the face. Time seemed to slow down as Blondie stopped struggling and fell limp onto the cold stone concrete pavement, pale and motionless, face smashed in beyond recognition, dark blood seeping across the cold stone, flowering about his head. In other simpler, less dramatic words, he was dead. Twig stared at the body like he couldn’t actually believe that he did that. The other bullies looked like they couldn’t believe that their leader was dead they stood for a second, not sure for what to do or say, then they ran off, probably to alert the Trackers. I knelt carefully beside Twig’s kneeling form.

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked. This was his first kill, I had killed someone before to protect the others, but he had never done something like this before, I was assuming that that was the reason he was being like this. We didn’t kill unless we had to.

He didn’t answer straight away. He rose slowly; brushing himself off, blood from the corpse stained his clothes and dripped from his hands. “We should go before the Trackers come.” He said, quietly, he was a little pale and he looked shell-shocked. I rubbed his shoulder lightly. He was shaking a bit.

I nodded, removing my hand. “We’ll dispose of the body in Lilyflower Lake.” I said, almost chuckling in spite of the situation at how weird I sounded saying something like that. I picked through the rubbish that was in a pile and found an empty binbag- trying not to get too much blood on my clothes -and put it in a discarded bin bag. Together we walked to the lake, which was as clear as crystal, thanks to the perfectionists who ran the place. We lowered the body into the water, tipping in dirt to cover the body from anyone passing by. Twig still looked dazed. “It’s okay, Twig. You didn’t mean to do it.”

He looked up and met my eyes; I saw anger there, an emotion that he didn’t often show. “That’s just it, ‘Lia. I did mean to do it. I did.” He stood up, fists and jaw clenched; he started walking away, to the borders. I curled up in a ball and buried my face in my jean-covered knees.

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