Rain poured down from the pure night sky, it had already soaked through my black baggy jeans and tank top. Even my black and white striped arm warmers clung to my skin like the fur off a soden animal. The neon bright yellow hoodie sagging around my shoulders was dyed a darker shade as if even its bright colours could be sucked away, by the depressing red and blue lights that flashed against my shiloutte.
The police had finally gotten here.
I couldn't say I was terribly fond of police, they'd caused my friends and I some evadable trouble in the past. Not to mention their multiple run-ins with my brother. But... at least they brought an ambulence this time.
I darted back in through the open doors of the large apartment building that towered over the lake.
Making my way swiftly down the old hallways that always smelled of cigars and cinders of innsence. After leaving a track of watery foot prints, I slipped into my friends room through the open door and immedietly went over to the couch.
Laying on the cushins infront of me was a friend of mine. His pale blue eye's glassy and glazed over with the effects of drugs. He was aware of my presence, and both of us could feel the waves of defeat coming off eachother.
I guess in the end I'd won in a sick and twisted way. I knew Dannielle would only break his heart, and he'd end up doing something crazy. Dannielle was a nice girl, but she didn't know how to handle rough stuff like this. I knew it all along. But I felt no glory from the truth of my prediction. Just an intense hallowness in my chest.
A sigh escaped my lips as I stared down at him.
"What did I tell you Richard...?" I sighed placing a hand on my forehead. There was nothing more I could do. The police were here and any second they'd carry him away. Prehaps they'd even keep him in jail for awhile after they fixed him up at the hospital.
He closed his eye's at my voice, and I watched another shudder wrack through his body. For the love of all the people who had accepted my guidence, I desperetly wanted him to be one of them. But he'd always rejected me for Dannielle. Couldn't he face it? Some people just don't clash in the right way. Was it that hard... to open your eyes to the truth?
If someone does bad things... I wondered through narrowed chocolate coloured eyes as my gaze setteled on the needle on the coffee table. Do they still go to Heaven? Do they... get a last chance?
I was suddenly painfully aware that my Ipod was still on, since my walk to the park had taken a twisted turn. The song that hummed faintly against my ears drums, made the whole situation so much more ironic then it had to be.Tsk Tsk.
Lake of Fire by Nirvana.
The line 'Where do bad folks go when they die?' Rang in my head like the scream of the fire alarm that some kid had once pulled back at school. Though there was nothing amusing about the situation, I found myself smiling slightly. Am empty, agonized smile.
A tall well built police man walked in through the door I'd left open. He was wearing the usual police atire, gun on belt and badge in hand. He had a look of pity on his face. Which I suddenly got angry at. He had no right to pity Richard like this, not unless he knew the story. Folks were always treating the stoner kids like this. I'll admit, it wasn't right for them to turn to drugs, but sometimes they had no choice. Either way it tugged at my heart. The whole reason I made friends with them in the first place was to save them... Look how well that turned out. The smile on my lips faded to a emotionless frown.
I was angry, but I knew as soon as I got his text saying 'Rei help me' I'd end up forgiving him.
Another thing that made this so much more ironic, we'd previously been learning about drugs in class. Great deal that did us, look what happened.
Here I was, staring down at a friend who'd hurt me over and over again, but who was the one standing strong?
Fate had a strange way of solving things.
I sighed softly as a group of paramedics followed the officer in. Which, I took as a cue to leave. I'd done all I could, and half of me didn't want to see Richard get hauled off by an ambulence.
It was like watching a tower of lego you'd built for hours, suddenly smashed to peices before your eyes.
I'd had enough of that in day care and kindergarden, thank you.
Funny how things worked huh? The Weak becoming the Strong. The one who were raised Strong, crumbling like a dust wall.
It made you think. Well, it made me think.
As I turned to leave, a small voice caught me off guard, and I paused mid-step.
"...Yes?" I responded cautiously, turning to look at my fallen friend.
He looked at me through one pale blue eye. Reflected there, was regret and defeat. And maybe something else. Something I'd been looking for, for a long time. Acceptance. This was what it took? Such a high price, but maybe now.... Maybe now he'd listen to me and stay by my side. Stay safe.
I could see the silent message in the look me gave me. In that single morning mist coloured gaze, Richard offered up everything he'd been though. The courage, the pain, the fear. I saw all of it. And I realized this was where the darkness ended up. He was surrendering to the light that only I had a way of bringing. I wanted to put out a hand to him and say everything would be okay.
"Stay..?" He barely managed the word, and I could see the effort it cost him.
Nodding once and turning my back on him, I let a real smile spread across my face.
Maybe now... My thoughts enchoed. It'll begin.
And again irony returned in a blaze of glory, as the song on my loyal Ipod switched to a song called 'Shot' By The Rasmus. The lyrics sang beautifully against the one ear I had an ear phone in.
They said 'Enough of the freight, enough of the fuss.' And then 'I'll stand in your way, I'll protect you'
I stared after the paramedics as they took my friend away. The police man said something to me briefly, to which I replied with a curt nod, before following after my friend. My skate board shoes hit the carpet soundlessly as I disappeared in to the back of the ambulence, grabbing Richard's skateboard and cell phone as I walked past. He'd probably request them later anyway.
The large white truck did not wail. It carried on smoothly, the teraffic was gone in the late hours, and soon the figure of the vehicle retreated entirely into the black night. The rocking of its tires against the concerete slowly lulled me to sleep with my back to the walls, my head resting on the cot near my friend's hand.
Orange and yellow toned flames danced across concrete, sending smouldering waves of heat through the bars of our cell. The labratory was on fire. Sirens were wailing in the back ground, making an ear splitting buzz sound, that peirced our wolf ears like an arrow through an apple. The flames roared against the cement walls and the inferno kept getting bigger and bigger.
I backed up towards the edge of our cell, that we'd often thought of as a type of jail. My best friend Kendo was beside me, I could hear her long black claws click against the hard ground as she padded up to my side. The three large steal blades jutting out of the back of her forearms reflected the light of the fire. Wolves aren't born with blades coming out of their bodies. Kendo and I were labrats from a lab hidden deep in a forest in the Tropics. Just like wolves aren't born with neon blue markings that produce poison through out the hosts body, so that they can poison attackers. These are things Kendo and I have given from the humans weather we liked it or not.
"Jei, stand back. I'm going to cut through those bars!" Kendo barked over the roar of the flames that was loud enough to deafen us if we stayed any longer. There was a flashing red light from somewhere above. Combined with the heat, light and noise, it made my brain swell up into a head ache worse then any of the one's I'd recieved from being expirmented on. I nodded to Kendo, and took a few paces back. The jet black and dark red she-wolf stepped forward, crouching into an attack pose. Then the muslces in her legs tightened and she flew off the ground.
There was a loud slicing noise, followed by a mettalic clang. Then the figure of Kendo dropped back onto the ground that felt burning beneath our paw pads from the heat of the fire. Straightening up into a standing position, my best friend glanced over her shoulder at the steel bars. They suddenly let out a deep groaning sound, then four of them slid apart from the top of the cell and clattered to the floor like stones. It created a hole big enough for us to escape from. By now, a guard would have shot us with tranqualizers if he had tried this on any other day. Or our shock collars would have kicked in, but the flames had created such a heat it had weakened the metal, scared off the humans and broke our collars. Kendo motioned to the hole with a front red paw. The three white spike marking son her back glowed against the light of the fire, while my own neon blue stripes down my back were tinged green from the orange light.
"Let's go!" I yelped over the crackling sound of fire, then not giving myself a chance to think about the dangers, I lept front paws first through the hole in the cell. Keeping my ice blue eyes squeezed tightly shut, as flames licked across my streamlined pelt. I felt another body of fur beside me and immedietly sensed Kendo's presence. We flew through the swath of fire, suspended in thin air for a brief second before I felt my paws hit hot concreate. I opened my eyes a crack, and the smoke stung them again. I shook out my fur, we didn't have time to be complaining about the smoke if we wanted out of here.
The glowing blue symbols on my cheeks which looked like a snake curling around an orb, provided a soothing light next to that of the fire. A shoulder butted me in the ribs and I turned to see Kendo slinking off in the direction of a shadowed hallway. I turned and plunged into the darkness after her.
We both put on more speed till our paws were flying over the concrete, and the chains around my jet black legs rattled angrily. The sound of air wooshing past our ears was something we'd both longed to hear one day. It was the sound of freedom, the freedom to run. But we hadn't expected to be running for our lives.
Suddenly a shadow surged forward out of the darkness. A Jail Guard. I sped up my pace just in time to headbut Kendo to the side. We both managed to miss the long black fangs of the creature. A deep growl sounded somewhere behind us. kendo and I spun around to see another Jail Guard. The creatures that had been created with one purpose in mind. The were hulking black feline of canine like creatures with long skinny black bone tails gleaming yellow eyes. Patches of metal or dried and hardened flesh was pattered all over them. Some were oozing a bright green glowing liquid, similar to the brightness of my own toxic blood. The scientists had created these guys to make sure none of the expirements escape.
I thought for sure these guys would have fled...
I thought with a growl, turning to curl my lips back at one of them. My long blue bangs fell in my black furry face and I gaze the Jail Guard infront of me a feral glare. Kendo was behind me, I could feel her long bushy black tail against my two black and blue striped ones. There were Jail gaurds all around us.
I whipped my head back and forth, taking in the figure of each one. There were six of them. Kendo and I ha dno problem in taking down 2 or 3, but with a whole pack... things could get difficult. Trying to reason with these beasts wasn't any good either. They were created with on track minds, nothing but to destroy anything that tried to escape the clutches of the labratory which had earned itself the name Hell on earth.
Having a once normal and beautiful body of pure white fur, turned into the black body of a monster with two tails blue markings and nasty unnatural abilities. Kendo and I had long accepted whta had happened to us, but we didn't like it. Little had we known our human inflicted gifts were going to help us escape.
"We're going to have to fight these guys. You know that right Jei?"
"Yeah... I know. Let's make it quick. Our lungs won't last in this smoke."
We both nodded to eachother at the same time then lunged at the jail guards. I caught the one infront of me by the scruff of the neck, my fangs sinking into the skin on the scruff of his neck. I whipped my head to the side, smashing the Jail Guards head against the large cement wall as hard as I could. The beast went limp in my jaws, and I dropped my opponent's out cold body. Our goal was to escape not kill. Before I could turn around and jump back into the fight a pair of razor sharp fangs met the lower part of my hind leg, I felt teeth scrape my bones and let out a yelp of pain.
Music's taught me everything I know.
If you know what I mean.
I've learned to put my faith in the heart of music, because it beats in place of my own.
Or at least in terms of metaphors it does.
Because acting on your own can be dangerous and painful.
Green Day, Skrillex, Deadmau5, Linkin Park. Give it all to me and I'm set to go. Music makes my life, it tames the beast, heals the heart and cheers the spirit. No jokes my friend. You need a beat? Come to me and I'll set you free with some songs.
My names Sonata, I'm even named after music.
I play guitar and sing to my heart's content, but don't get me wrong. Music isn't all about what you can play. I'll make you some wicked sound if you give me a computer and a sound system.
"Sonata!" My name was suddenly being called from somewhere outside. I glanced through my glasses and gazed through the window a few feet away from me. Some of my friends were waving me out to join them in the cool early autumn afternoon. The tempature was more then cool though, latley everyone was catching a cold, or compaining that the air was to frigid to be outside all the time.
Sighing, I closed my laptop, Typing up my autobiography was going to have to wait. Friends first.
I slipped my computer back into my side bag, then rose from the couch I was sitting on in the BYC. BYC was a place The Bronte Crew Chilled at. Fun place, but it got a little dramatic.
Actually, recently it had been getting a little to dramatic. If I had less self esteem I probably would have ended up like my cousin Jei, who had recently just gotten out of the suicide ward for cutting herself. Thankfully I always had my beats and music to rock out to whenever I needed. Bronte had changed me already enough. I'd gone from, the music loving little innocent girl, to a punk rocker who smoked weed everyday and got into fights at school and on the streets. I had to say, I didn't appreciate what I had become.
I wasn't the only one the drama had been affecting. My friend Mercy was also pretty sick of Bronte. She and I had promised to run away together sometime, which was terribly convienient because my mom had just offered to move back to London. I'd taken her up on her offer and we were moving in a week. Mercy was coming with us, her parents had okay'd it. Considering we were nearly done grade 11, we needed to prepare for university anyway.
Another sigh, and I was out the door and slipping on my virtual happy mask. The autumn air was definetly getting nippy. Brushing my golden brown and green streaked hair out of my face, I fixed my friend Char with an amber eye'd gaze.
"Sonata, there's a rave tommorow night. I figured I'd tell you because thats the kind of stuff you like right?" She tilted her head at me, purpley orange hair cascading down her shoulder.
I pursed my lips slightly. A rave... Looking at my hands for a second, I decided it wasn't a bad idea. Just as my mind was made up, Mercy spoke up.
"I think its a great idea." Her shocking blue eyes looked at me directly when she spoke. "One last party. Before summer ends."
The begining of that sentance was aimed at me. One last party, indeed. I slipped my hands in my hoodie pocket and hid my mouth with my black and green scarf, which also covered the huge headphones I wore around my neck. "I'm down."
The little crystaline droplets of water slid off of Giggles' still glistening skin. The water stream from her soaking wet brown tassels of hair, and ran down her shoulders and trickled down to her forearms. Brown eyes usually gleaming luminously, now dull and defeated. The sixteen year old slowly began to pick herself up from the bottom of the path tub. It took her a moment to rise to her feet. Fresh cuts were drawn along her hips. People'd always seem the scars lining her shoulders and arms, but who'd ever see them on her hips?
She brushed her hair with brisk lifeless strokes, before turning and heading down to her room. Giggled plopped down on her couch and stared at the ceiling. A surface she'd stared at many times over and over, lost in her own little world. A world she could disappear to at will, jump into her own imagination and control every dream that found its way into her head. But now that exact world was over run with nightmares, and it was slowly begining to consume her.
All her life, Giggles had tried to convince herself, she could be the second 'jesus' if she just tried. Helping people had become her life long duty, and usually her human emotions came second to helping people. But after last week, the firey determination in her eyes had burned down to nothing but faintly glow embers. The life in her eyes flickered dangerously as she lurched on to her side. A droplet of water rolled off a strand of her bangs and splashed her right on the nose.
The world is evil.
It always has been, and it always will be.
But sometimes I wonder, even in the darkest of shadow...
Doesn't there have to be...
Jei's ice blue eyes snapped open. The world lit up before her, sending shafts of light into her vision as the sun reflected off the snow. It glittered and sparkled like tons of crystals and diamonds. The snow was untouched, a pure brilliant white canvas, and still it fell from the sky.
Snow looked like cotton. Cotton looked like clouds. And clouds... They looked like heaven. Would heaven exist? Could heaven exist? Could Jei make Heaven exist.
There was nothing in the wordl anymore except hatred and rage. Greed and Envy. Such ugly emotions ravaged the world like a plague, darkening and freezing the hearts of humans, till they could no longer see an inch from their own selfish desires. Was there anything left to strive towards?
Jei's head spun, as the snow came into a perfect focus. Her whole body hurt all over. And then she remembered what had happened before the darkness of her own mind took over. She had succumbed to the Rage within, blacked out and lost her mind. Slashes covered her jet black furred body. Her two tails lay in a pool of her own blood. No more impurity.
Will you make a change?
A voice echoed in her mind, flooding her body with a new found strength.
She pushed herself. The muscles in her shoulders straining, while her back legs trembled beneath her weight. The jet black and blue wolf rose to her paws, slowly at first, till she stood with her head high, and blood oozing to the ground, staining the snow. Her vision swayed with the throbbing in her mind, but she stood tall. Her ice blue gaze met with the dark figure who had put her out, only moments before.
"Oh... Whats this? You're still alive?" Colossus fixed her with a uninterested stare, a massive black paw planted on her humans throat. A pain lanced through her heart, and she wondered if it was too late. Was Sketch dead? The rage was gone. All that was left was an empty sadness. This insanity had to end. Just before she opened her mouth, a familiar pair of grey green eyes met her own ice blue ones. The human she treasured so much, was still alive. Her blood soaked tails rose from the snowy ground, and curled back over each of ther thighs.
"I won't let you." She said simply, her mouth not moving as the telepathic wave hit both her human, and the devil's hound before her.
"Like you have a chance. Lay back down, and I'll kill you after. For now, this kid's soul belongs to me." He turned back to Sketch, applying more pressure to the teen's throat. Sketch's chest heaved as he gasped for air.
Can you reach for the light?
The voice in her head came again.
Alarm shot through Jei like a wild fire, and in seconds she was gliding through the blood stained snow, her paws barely touching the ground as she ran for Colossus.
The Devil Dog turned around in shock, he stepped away from Jei's precious little human and turned just in time to avoid a bone shattering bite from the Wolf Spirit.
"Foolish pup, I'll eat you alive!" Colossus lunged for her side, grabbing the skin around her shoulders and biting into her flesh savagly. The pain wasn't there. It was gone. Jei's whole body was numb.
I will be the light!
This time, it was her own thoughts that answered the voice.
Thinking quickly. Jei reached out with her forepaws, hooking them around the back of Colossus' head. She tucked with all her might, and the two dogs tummbled to the ground in a mass of writing grey, black and blue fur. Jei's body was numb with pure power, and she lunged out with her fangs and claws again and again, scoring wounds and slashes all over the Hell hound's body. She flipped at the last moment, rolling away from her enemy, just before she could get away, he grabbed her back leg and crushed with with angry jaws. Her bones snapped like tree branches. But still... the pain would not come.
"I will become the light in this darkness!" She screeched in anger, whirling around and aiming a bone shattering bite at Colossus' throat. The Hell Hound moved at the last second, Jei's jaws meeting with the top of his skull instead. There was a slight cracking sound, followed by a soft drip. Small droplets of blood began springing from the head wound, and the red liquid dribbled on to the snow like a broken faucet.
"Jei..." Her name was hissed from the back of Colossus' throat, the light in his eyes already fading.
He went limp, and the Hell Hound slumped to the floor lifelessly. Jei released her grip on his skull and stood there, looking down at her life long enemy. The only one who succeeded in terrifying her. The only one... who ever beat her, she realized, glancing at the red pools that surrounded her body. And this time, the blood didn't belong to the Devil Dog.
"Sketch..." Jei's voice rasped from her throat as she shakily began padding towards her human. Sketch was sitting in the snow with his legs out to the side. The look on his face was pure terror, an emotion Jei'd never seen on him.
The wolf spirit limped slowly over to her human. The movement taking every last bit of her energy. The ground blurred beneath her vision and soon all she could see was white, and a blur of colour where she knew Sketch waited for her. Reaching the street kid's side, she collapsed in a heap of black fur.
"Die by your side?"
She felt a hand on her cheek, as her final bit of energy left her. The Wolf disappeared, as the strength of her wild spirit went weak, leaving behind a ragged and beaten looking girl. Her heart beat slowed as the snow began to fall slower. Black and grey stars crept up on her vision as the darkness once again took over.
But this time... Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe she could light up the world, and leave it....
A better place.
Lil`Mercy padded out of the shadows with a feral sounding snarl, her converse shoes making a dull thud against the concrete as her pale skin and dark clothes materialized from the black. Since the pack had been formed and the members had grown, Mercy's personality had changed. She'd grown cold and sharp eye'd. She didn't rely on people any more, not like she used to. The Pack assembled before her, Fang and Claw seperated to let her through. She nodded to them in acknowledgement as she passed by Blue and Haze. I raised an eye brow at her questioningly, wondering if our official mission for the night was still on.
"All of you ready to go?" Mercy asked in a low hushed voice. She even sounded different these days. No joy or amusement touched her voice, no emotion what-soever.
"Ready and waiting!" Haze reported with a grin, his teeth flashing in the light of the street lamps. The rest of The Pack seemed in agreement as they all shuffled about our leader, excited for the hunt. Blades glinted in the night, as The Pack began moving in a triangular formation with Mercy as the head.
Ed dipped down one of the back streets of Brampton, his smoked ravaged lungs were already burning from all the running he`d done, and the group of kids on his tail still hadn`t quite chasing him. Oakville kids or Toronto kids obviously. Perhaps that girl who`d messaged him on facebook a few weeks ago, had gotten mad and told all Ed`s haters where he was. Still how would she have found out his location? Even so, Ed began wondering if ignoring her had been the smartest idea he`d ever had. Other people were only good for using, and the ones who weren`t were generally useless.
Not really paying attention to what he was doing, Ed, or rather called Sketch by his pursuers, took the wrong turn by the old variety store wall and darted down the right side. Old dried leaves littered the ground in the small alley way.
"Ed Pine, you fucking little prick! Get your ass back here!"
"I`ll fucking kill you Sketch!"
"You think you can just rip us off and get away with it?"
Risking a glance over his shoulder, Ed`s greeny grey gaze caught sight of silvery objects glinting against the light of the street lamps. Blades. Fuck... By now his heart was crashing against his ribcage so hard, he just wanted to stop running and give up, but that meant either a certain beat down or certain death. And besides that, his hatred wouldn't let him. That bitter ever lasting despise he felt for those who hated him. Did they think he chose to live like this? Using drugs to keep his head in the clouds because reality just sucked that badly, did they honestly think, he wanted to turn out like this?
The only down fall to drugs was the fucked up after effects they had on one`s body. Sketch`s endurance was running low and he wasn`t about to last much longer. Suddenly realizing how unfamiliar the street he was on, was he rounded one last corner and had to slam on the breaks to avoid colliding with a solid brick wall.
Fuck! This can`t get any worse...!
Instinctively reaching down to his hoodie pocket to feel for the cool metal of his blade, his fingers met with empty space. A thought popped into his head and he briefly remembered purposely leaving it on his couch, through the haze of this morning`s wake and bake.
Backing up, Ed looked about frantically for some sort of escape route. There was absolutely nothing other than the way he`d come. The foot steps grew louder, until a group of raging teenagers rounded the corner. Ed immidietly recognized the leader as a Coke dealer from Toronto, a few of the kids behind him were old WOSS kids he used to chill with. One of them was Kyle Crawford.
"Looks like you`ve finally run out of luck Sketch." The leader of the group grinned and took a step forward, silver blade hanging in his hand, glinting dangerously.
"I said I`d pay you back when I could." Ed grimaced, looking at the scene. The other kids moved in a closing circle, filling out a complete line so he couldn`t get out of the alley, or past them.
"What a load of bull! You dipped from Oakville to get away from your problems. You ripped tons of people off, and now you`re going to pay for all the fucking shit you`ve done." The tall teen took another step towards Ed, and kept advancing on him till the younger teen was backed up against the brick wall comepletley. Something came whizzing through the air and hit a beam of light before disappearing again, a split second later and intense pain lanced through Ed`s chest. Shock hit him like a wave and he glanced down to see one of Kyle`s throwing knives burried in his flesh just below his left shoulder. He automatically lifted a hand to clutch the wound, but the kid infront of him, whose name he didn`t even remember, shoved him back against the wall crushingly, the force knocked the breath out of him.
"Come on Conner, you`re in the way." Kyle grummbled in annoyance, another throwing knife in his hand. "I`ve been waiting a long time for this."
"Shut it, Gimps, I already promised you`d all get your vengeance." Conner replied using Kyle`s street name.
"How`d you guys even find me?" Ed demanded, trying to take his mind off the feeling of warm sticky blood welling through the fabric of his T-shirt and soon the hoodie over top. He could already see a faint red mark around the blade`s entrance.
"It wasn`t hard to do Sketch, we just checked every fucking damn city in Ontario. And everyone of us wants revenge. If your heart`s still beating by the time we`re done with you tonight I`ll be surprised. I just pitty the fucker who gets you when you`re already dead."
As Conner spoke, he held a knife up to Ed`s throat and pushed against it just hard enough to make a stinging line without breaking the skin. With his other hand, Conner pulled the throwing knife out of Ed`s chest and decided to relocate it down by his hips. The larger teenager made a plunging motion and a quick tearing sound echoed around the air followed by a snarl that sounded almost dog like. An instant pain tore through Ed`s lower body, as the blade sunk into the flesh just to the side of his abdomen. When Sketch opened his greeny grey eyes, Conner was gone.
The vicious snarling continued somewhere to the right and some movement caught Ed`s eye. He turned ever so slightly, shaking from the fear of dying and the pain of being stabbed twice now. Conner`s blade was suddenly tossed to Ed`s feet, and a second later the large teen was being thrown to the ground, as a figure rose from his side. She stood to her full height and turned around to look at Ed.
"I told you, you`d need me!" She spart angrily, a spray mark of blood was across her face, and something clicked in Ed`s mind. "Mercy!" He gasped in shock, before letting shock over come him. He crumpled to the floor and looked at Conner`s body in shock, a huge pool of blood was reaching out from his body spreading further and further. The deep dark red colour looked like black ink in the gloom of the crappy lightened street lamps. A long smooth looking blade was clutched in Mercy`s hand it was silver as the moon and had a curved hook on the back, blood dripped off its point, making splash noises against the puddle.
"Oh you remembered my name. I`m glad." She hissed, sounding angry. She turned her venomous ice blue gaze on Gimpy. "I told you if you went after Ed, I`d tear you to peices didn`t I? I wasn`t kidding!" Her acidic glare was enough to kill a kitten.
For moments, there was just silence. Kyle looked up at her in shock, as though he couldn't believe the little softie from WOSS, had actually just taken a coke dealer and turned him into a gorey mess.
"Its your last chance." Mercy took a step foreward, her eyes blazing coldly like dying embers. "Keep.Away.From.Ed."
The shock on Kyle's face, replaced itself with a look of amusement. He looked at the girl infront of him, and laughed. "What can you do? You just had the element of surprise thats it." Turning around, he swept his hand in the direction of the others. Among them, Mercy caught a glimpse of Neil. She curled her lip at him in a growl, before meeting Kyle's gaze again. "Against all of us? You're just a waste of time. Better move it now, before you get hurt."
Mercy ignored his remarks emotionlessly. "Last chance."
"Come off it. You're just some fat emo bitch." Kyle rolled his eyes, flicking his blade out of one of his sleeves, the knife snapped open with a single sound.
"Half of me hoped you'd say that. Venge, Haze, Blue, Fang, Claw, Mutt, Night, Blaze, Jet, Noss. Protect...The King!." Mercy's eyes glittered at the word 'King' A smile crossing her lips, a cruel and devious smile. As her voice faded into the night, shadows fell across the alley way, as the moon's figure was cut into small slivers of silver. On top of the roof were 10 angry teenagers, all bristling with anger as though they truely were a pack of savage dogs, commaned by their vengeful leader.
Mutt was the first to move, she was often reffered to as Mercy's right hand girl. The small teen moved silently, as she sprang from the roof. A normal fall would have broken her legs. But Mutt was smart. She grabbed onto a pipe hanging against the brick wall, and slid down gracefully, before landing a pace behind her leader, then strolling to her side.
"Those without justice in their hearts... can fall to ruin." She announced casting Kyle an intimidatingly dark stare. The lights throwing dark shadows under her eyes.
"What... the hell!?"
My mind plummets towards darkness, my mind beginning to whirl, everything around me just blurring into a massive array of different colors. The ground feels like its going to give out beneath me, and I can no longer see my feet. I feel as though I'm going to black out. I can feel laughter threatening to bubble out of my throat and foam off my lips out into the open air.
I had to resist it, or risk drawing attention to myself with the teacher still in the class room. My whole body ached to run, to just dip out of the school and fly away. Suddenly I realize I'm not done my cup of tea. And its all I can think about, my mind to stuffed with hazy cotton balls of bad news, to think about anything else.
My tea, it was going to get cold.
I lift the cup to my lips, I can feel my hands trembling, maybe I can see them shaking, and maybe I can't, I just know they are. Every beat my heart makes, reverberates through my rib cage hard enough to make me conscious of every beat. My mug drains of sweet chai liquid and I sway slightly as my hand sets it down. Suddenly another thought enters my mind. Jei! Where was Jei? Was she coming to school today? Had she already figured out what had happened to Rastian and Pine? I felt sick. The laughter no longer tugged at the back of my throat, instead my eyes began to water as my throat itches to rid my stomach of its contents. I clutched the side of my desk, a hand over my mouth.
I'm hardly in the real world. But I hear the door creak.
The teacher leaves, and a familiar head off black and blue hair appears in the door way. Judging by Jei's facial expression she's already heard the news. I look at her, taking in her beautifully ragged features. Jei has always reminded me of a princess of the ghetto. She's pretty, but she won't hesitate to snap a bone. But now I can hardly keep my eyes on her, as I fade in and out of reality.
Her inhumane ice blue eyes lock against my amber yellow ones. I know what she's doing, although I'm barley aware of it. She's scanning my emotions. I see her expression contourte slightly as my overwhelming thoughts blur through her mind. She recoils and sets towards me, she lifts a hand, her knuckles raw and caked in drying blood, although I have a feeling they're the only injuries she has, and its simply from hitting someone to hard. I briefly find myself hoping it was Cory. Something inside me, knows that I'm right.
I hear Jei's voice close by and I return to reality ever so slightly, once again. Her hand on my shoulder.
"Get out of here." She says, knowing I'm about to break down any second. She knows I want to kick, scream, cry, hurt someone, and completely loose it.
"I'll find Pine and Rastian, I promise." She releases her grip on me, and I briefly catch a glimpse of her pulling her favorite leather gloves over her hands and heading to grab her stuff, ready to set out.
I know she's right though, and I know I can leave everything to her, for now, I have to leave before I black out. Turning to grab my tea cup, I still don't know why its coming with me, but it is, I turn around and tear down the hallway in a sickened desperation, my heart thundering in my chest.
I can hear a few of my classmates call my name, but they don't affect me. I don't really hear them. Its like listening to a TV thats in another room. I just keep running. I hope I'm going the right way, but I can't be sure. I'm just running on instinct. Suddenly I'm hitting something cold and hard. The door gives way easily, it lets me out and I take up my sprint across the grassy front yard, heading to the forest. I needed to destroy something. I could feel a swirling ball of despair in my stomach. Ten minutes tops, I was going to throw up. The emotions needed to come out. I suddenly wonder where Noss is.
I wonder if he's worried about Rastian. Noss and Rastian were always as tight as real brothers.
I make it to the lining of the tree's and once I'm hidden from view, I let myself hit the ground with a muffled scream, as I turn my mouth into the sleeve of my baggy brown and green knit sweater. My headphones clatter around my neck, and for once I realize my music isn't playing. That's a first.
I needed Noss. I needed to see my boy friends' best friend.
I fumble around, my hands traveling to the pocket on the front of my sweater. I dial his number through the tears that were suddenly streaming down my face. I text him some form of gibberish, hoping some of it was legible. I grab a stick near my hand, My fingers enjoy the rough texture of its bark. But for some reason, I crave the sound of it snapping. I stand briefly, staggering like a drunk. I lash out with it, striking the nearest tree. With a crack sound, the stick snaps, spraying splinters everywhere. I watch them fly into the air, rebounding off the ground and bouncing a few times before laying motionless. The world seemed to slow for a moment, leaves on the tree's hanging fixed in place. My heart stopped for a second.
My leafy green eyes stared blankly at the destruction I'd just caused. Then, I pictured Rastian lying on the ground, just as broken and shattered as the remains of the branch. I crumpled to the ground, tears flowing over my lashes and down my cheeks.
Padding down the dark corridors of Raia's hide out, I ducked under spider webs and other hanging things from the ceiling. I could hear music further up ahead that sounded like Linkin Park. I quickened my pace, following the familiar tune. Following the last tunnel, and rounding the corner to a more stable hallway, I followed it down towards the tail of light that floated somewhere near the ground. Putting on another burst of speed I made it to the door and yanked it open fearlessly, even though I was well out of my territory and in the territory of someone who wasn't to fond of me.
"Raia!" I stormed in through the door, suddenly aware that I'd probably just interrupted one of the most intense discussions I've ever seen.
The room looked classy for a gang set up, but that came as no surprise, knowing Raia. There was a black leather couch, in front of a TV set, and a metallic fridge to the left. It looked like a classy lounge, crossed with a at home bar.
Raia was sitting on a couch, with her legs pulled up to her chest, a cup of tea in her hand, help mid air to her mouth. She was paused, looking at me. Her bright red hair and bright red eyes probably made her look more angry than necessary. The silver bar crammed through her eyebrow, twitched angrily as she took one last sip from her cup of tea and set it down on the saucer on her lap, which she moved to the middle cushion.
On the far cushion was one of her group members. I recognized him, but no name came to mind. Instead, I turned my gaze back on Raia as she rose to her feet, crossed the room and stood before me, a dull glare in her eyes.
"Jei, you seem a little... far from home."
"Don't screw with me Raia! You know I'd never come to a shit hole like this, if I didn't have too."
Okay, actually I loved the way she designed her little hideout, but we're rivals, so we're not supposed to tell each other that. I pushed the thoughts away. Pine and Rastian needed me. And I had to do this. I had to put my pride aside, and ask for help. I couldn't deal with Cory on my own.
"Indeed..." She frowned, looking as though she wanted to say more. Finally, she just turned around, running a hand through her silky scarlet hair as she moved. She headed back towards the couch, scooped up the tea, and motioned for me to follow her. Reluctantly, I glanced around, expecting more of her gang members to be around. Shrugging, I shook my head and padded into the lounge, following Raia over to the old bar. She jumped up onto one of the seats and tapped the wood lightly.
A second later a shallow looking face appeared by a doorway in the back. The owner had mousy brown hair and freckles all over her pale face. One of her eyes was green and the other blue. I'd heard of her, just by the colour of her eyes, I knew the name. And before I could speak, Raia cleared my suspicions.
"Valkyrie, I'm sure you've heard of Jei before. She's the leader of the North, East and South."
"Oh yes. The Blue Spirit who failed to take over the West, and lost pitifully to Cory. Yes yes, I heard about her."