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.
I'm Paraphernalia Rose. Welcome to our nightmare.
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