tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50974606358259996912023-11-15T05:13:02.634-08:00Taste of ChaosBlood Butterflieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09253323030641320599noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097460635825999691.post-49449266484123044772012-07-11T01:30:00.001-07:002012-07-11T01:30:27.324-07:00Chapter 2<br />
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Cyanide Killer’s POV</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />The Trans-Am crunched and jerked as we drove on the bumpy, dusty desert ground. I leaned my head on the dashboard and closed my eyes, ignoring the way the car jerked and shifted my head into various uncomfortable positions. The windows had been rolled down in an attempt to scatter the heat that had built up in the Trans-Am, but only succeeded in letting the hot, sandy desert winds at us, so we had wound them back up. My tank top stuck to my back, soaked through and through, and sweat rolled down my cheek. My tongue lolled out of my mouth in an attempt to dissipate body heat, but only succeeded in making my mouth drier than it already was. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat felt oddly paste-y. Our jackets were slung over the seats messily and our bags were in the back of the Trans-Am. We had reached the desert mid-morning and it was in the afternoon now… the sun was just so hot. I thought back on what happened at the house, remembering my parents… the very people, gone through pain to keep me alive, gone. Finished. Never to move again. The liquid that was rolling down my face now wasn’t distinguished between tears and sweat. Abyss turned away from the road for a moment, using her hand to wipe away my tears before continuing the drive.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“Don’t be too sad, okay?” She tripped over her words, hesitant she might trigger something. “I mean, we’ll get our revenge one day. We’ll spill the blood they spilled for us. We’ll get our revenge.” Her hands clenched the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white. I could tell she was thinking of all the people we left behind, all the people we could’ve saved.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />I lolled my head back against the headrest and saw Butterflies and Draconis riding behind us, looking out for signs of any settlement here. We’ve heard of a group of people who lived in the desert dunes… Killjoys were their names. They had passwords, apparently. Butterflies’ and Draconis’ jackets were tied around their waists, flapping against the wind. Their visors protected them from the sand and dust that flew at their eyes, and Draconis’ multicoloured hair flapped in the wind. I envied Draconis right now. Neither Draconis nor I knew how to drive properly so we had to ride as passengers. I seriously wanted that wind in my face. Turning back to the dashboard, I muttered to Abyss, “Don’t be so rash. At least so far we haven’t caught sight of any Draculoids yet.”</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Lesson learnt: Shut your mouth until you reach your destination.</div>
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<br style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />We passed a boulder and all of a sudden there was the scream of a bullet and the loud “BANG!” of a wheel puncturing. Abyss screamed and swerved right sharply, trying to regain control of the runaway car. The bonnet hit a boulder and the car sputtered to a stop. A Draculoid jumped out in front of the Trans-Am. I looked around us and saw Butterflies as she maneuvered the bike to a smooth stop, a few meters away from the ruined Trans-Am. Abyss and I kicked the car doors open and we got out, brandishing our weapons weakly. Butterflies jumped off the bike, putting it on stand by. She drew her knives and Draconis cracked her leather belt, Butterflies flipping her visor up and Draconis taking her helmet off. We moved closer to each other, huddling, back-to-back.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />I shared a glance with them and nodded. “NOW!” And I ran for the first Draculoid I’d face in combat, with many more to follow.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />I swung my bat right at his face, and heard him scream behind his mask. Blood fountained and splattered onto my hands and onto the ground. I stared at them for a moment while the Draculoid I had attacked retreated. I spilled first blood.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />My mind linked this back to the blood I saw on the carpet at home. Think of your parents, a voiced hissed in my mind. All the revenge you could get! After all they went through for you, is this all you can give them?</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Enraged, I channeled that negative energy into scoring as many home runs as I could. I just hit them over and over until they lay on the floor, motionless, in white. So many unconscious Draculoids lay before me and I didn’t hear the one creeping up.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“CYANIDE!” I heard Butterflies yelled, before feeling strong arms wrap around my neck. I struggled for him to let go, but he remained adamant. My hands and legs grew weak, and I dropped my weapon. Black blurred the edges of my vision as my lungs screamed for air. They burned with a fire, as the circus acts must have felt when they swallowed torches. They burned with a fire fiercer than no other, fiercer than any fire I felt. My brain screamed tortured wails, but I didn’t hear them. I saw the blue sky, light blue with a small cloud scuttling across it. That’s a pretty colour. White on blue, white on blue.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Funny how you can think of the most irrelevant things at the most dangerous times.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Finally Butterflies broke away from the Draculoid she was fighting, stabbed him once in his abdominal cavity and tore her dagger out of him. He screamed in agony, a tortured wail, before collapsing to the ground. “LEAVE HER ALONE!” She roared, and lunged at us both. I felt the Draculoid stiffen and the tip of something sharp poking the small of my back, before he loosened his grip and fell to the ground. I turned away from them, tripping slightly over my weapon, and gasped for air. The tip of the dagger stuck out from where Butterflies had stabbed him, and she stood there, her pain splattered across her blood-stained face. It was guilt ridden, a crime written in blood.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“I…” she stammered, back to her quiet self. I walked over to the Draculoid, now dead, and pulled the knife out. Blood stained my hands and clothes and I passed it back to Butterflies.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“You’re good at close range,” Draconis said, smiling. We breathed heavily and trudged back to the Trans-Am.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“Holy shit,” swore Abyss under her breath. Nodding in agreement, I tucked the bat in between my jeans and belt in my side and leant against the boulder, planning our next move. The others did the same.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Suddenly, Draconis’ stomach made the sound of a dying pterodactyl. Her cheeks turned rosy and she spoke loudly, trying to cover embarrassment. “I’m hungry! I haven’t eaten anything all day!”</div>
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<br style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“We need more food supplies, Cyanide, we didn’t pack much!” Butterflies spoke.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“Where would we get more food, though? We are in the middle of a desert,” I whispered hoarsely, passing Draconis a sandwich.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“We can’t just go back and take food, right?” Abyss sighed. I closed my eyes for a second, my head pounding with the heat of the midday sun. I opened my eyes just in time to see a white, gloved hand trying to cup Butterflies’ mouth. She noticed it too, thank God, and bit down as hard as she could.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />The yell of pain was enough to cause permanent hearing damage. It echoed across the empty desert roads and sand dunes, and the Draculoid tore himself away from Butterflies, shaking his hand and bending over in agony. Butterflies spat out the powdered latex from the glove. “Ew,” she muttered.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Heart thumping wildly, I pulled my bat out from in between my belt and swung it at one of the Draculoids’ head. It missed, but I nailed him in the back when the bat came swinging back. I heard a satisfying crunch as he fell to the floor. The gang huddled together in a line, brandishing our weapons.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“Plasma guns, Transfix-and-Trash model.” whispered Butterflies as we dodged white laser beams, fired out from the barrel of the Dracs’ guns. The Trans-Am got struck and caught fire. In a gigantic flash bang, only seconds later, the Trans-Am was reduced to a mass of fiery rubble and ashes that drifted away.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“Plasma shots that can kill. Be careful!” I hollered as I dodged another beam. I managed to end up behind a Drac and was about to knock him out when my bat was ripped out of my hands. Horrorstruck, I turned to see three Dracs walking towards me. I was defenseless and they knew it, taking their time, one holding my only defense. I backed away slowly, eyes flickering, my heart racing wild with fear. I looked around to see that the other four Dracs were surrounding the gang, whose weapons were scattered on the ground.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“Fuck you!” Butterflies yelled, lunging at the closest one, only to have her hands caught in a delicate hold that could break her neck. She swung her legs backwards, catching the Drac’s ankles and was pulled to the floor with him. She sprung up and attacked another Drac but was pinned down.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />One of the Dracs lurched forward, ready to grab me when at that precise moment, multicolored beams were shot into its back and it fell face-first into the sand. My eyes widened in shock as three teenagers, two girls and a guy, armed with colorful guns and dressed somewhat like us leapt out of their Trans-Am and started running towards us, shooting the Dracs at the same time.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />I looked on in amazement as the guy, in a biker jacket, dark jeans with chains hooked to the pockets and two guns, jumped onto the Drac’s back – the one that had Butterflies down – and snapped its neck with ease before moving to help the girls. The girls, wearing similar colored jackets with jeans and army boots, and the guy took down the others without breaking sweat.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />I stumbled towards the others and snatched my bat from off the ground, waving it in front of me in defense as the guy and girls stalked towards. Butterflies got up off the ground and spat out dirt.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Stepping in front of me, the guy eyed me with dark brown eyes. “What are you defending yourselves with?”</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />I was confused, but Butterflies spat again. “Art is the weapon.” Before anyone could go on, everyone heard her mutter, “Fuck, you’re heavy.”</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Immediately the dark, defensive faces disappeared, and one of the girls with a high ponytail (the other had short, chin-length wavy hair) held out her hand and smiled, giggling slightly at Butterflies’ passing comment. “Hi! My name’s Atomic Static, my sworn sister Blood Runner and our friend Toxic Murderer. Any injuries? And you are…?” She looked expectantly at the four of us. “Who are you guys and what are you doing here in the middle of the desert?”</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Eying her and the others suspiciously I hesitantly extended my hand and shook hers, “I’m Cyanide Killer, these are my friends Blood Butterflies, Bleeding Abyss and Venom Draconis.” They waved hi respectively.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“I don’t think we’re hurt… Minor scratches, that’s all. Better Living Industries has taken over our town.” I continued.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Butterflies’ raised her eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean ‘another one’? Other towns have been taken over?” she queried.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Draconis hissed like an agitated snake and Abyss’ fists began to clench tightly till her veins popped up a bit. Butterflies growled like a hungry tiger and crunched her boots on the desert asphalt. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them twisting and I new she was about to blow up in anger, and was barely keeping it in check. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to lose my cool. Breathe… breathe. World domination is a huge dream. They can’t possibly achieve it… can they? My mind ran wild with the thought and I counted my parents lucky they didn’t have to go through the apocalypse.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“We’ll tell you all more about BL/I. Where do you guys stay?” asked Murderer. I looked at the guys as a blush creeped up our necks. Draconis and Abyss looked at the sky, while Butterflies looked off to the bike. I sighed, heavily, before lowering my gaze at the sandy ground and kicked the sand around a bit. “Well… Uh… Our Trans-Am is fucked and we, uh, don’t exactly have a place to stay. So, um, I was wondering if um… we could put up at yours…” I shifted uncomfortably, my cheeks on fire. My gaze went from foot to foot, not looking up at them.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />Static started giggling, “Of course you can! Why not?” Runner and Murderer nodded and gave us reassuring smiles.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />“What are we waiting for, then? The heat’s getting unbearable!” Runner said, grinning and walked towards their Trans-Am and put her gun back into her case. Grabbing our weapons, Abyss and I followed her and clambered in while Butterflies and Draconis got back to the bike. It was just about mid-afternoon and the sun shone hot on our backs. For the first time since the pills, hope seemed to shine upon prayer, and all dark thoughts were faraway, like the shifting sands of the desert dunes.</div>
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<br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: none 0px;" />(2349 words)</div>Blood Butterflieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09253323030641320599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097460635825999691.post-77982593163270389342012-07-08T06:40:00.002-07:002012-07-08T06:40:47.620-07:00Chapter 1<br />
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I smirked and held my breath,
leaning against the wall next to Blood Butterflies. Wait for it, wait for it… “AHHHHHH!” a shrill
shriek sounded from down the hall and reverberated across the empty hallways.
We peeked around the corner towards the scream and there she was, our best
friend Venom Draconis in action, mid-jump out of the school slut’s locker. The
bitch was on the floor, face white as a sheet, breathing dramatically as she
clasped her hand to her heart, covering something that had always been revealed
through her slightly unbuttoned blouse. One of her perfectly manicured nails
was broken and her books were all over the floor. She shot Draconis a venomous
glare. We started giggling but soon we were laughing so hard tears started
springing to my eyes and Butterflies, even, stumbled against the wall. Draconis
swept off dust from her clothes and sneered at the bitch, throwing an empty
condom wrapper – which she had found in the locker while waiting – at her
before marching towards us. She got up hastily, dusting off her microscopic
skirt before running off in the direction of the discipline master’s office in fake
tears, which smudged her all-too-overdone mascara.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh my god!
Butterflies, you genius! Draconis, you were awesome!” I gasped out in between
bouts of laughter and winked at Draconis. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Draconis smiled proudly
and tucked her long hair behind her ear. “Her face was priceless!” she laughed.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Where’s Abyss? I
can’t believe she missed this!” growled Butterflies, blowing her wild,
multicoloured hair out of her face, all laughter gone, annoyed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m here! I’m here!”
squealed Bleeding Abyss as she bounced towards us excitedly. She wrapped
Butterflies in a hug. “What did I miss?” she grinned. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Draconis pouted
slightly and fake whined, “Everything! I jumped out of the bitch’s locker and
you missed her epic face!” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Abyss’ eyes widened as
she shrieked, “WHAT? I FUCKING MISSED THAT? NO, NOT AGAIN!” Abyss crumpled
against the whitewashed wall in mock agony. Butterflies’ mouth lifted slightly
in a smile as she patted Abyss’ back while she “drowned” in misery.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Well, a brief
description of us. The four of us are best friends and we are the pranksters or
troublemakers for Battery City High School. Mostly Butterflies, Draconis and I
though. Butterflies and I plan the crazy jokes and Draconis would be the actual
one to do it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Abyss was the violent one: always on about
guns. She had black hair with purple streaks, wore ripped tights with leather
skirts. Draconis was the badass and the joker: Rainbow colored, streaked blonde
hair, black shirt and leather jacket, dark denim shorts with aquamarine fishnet
tights and red high-cut converse. Butterflies
was the quiet rebel: doesn’t talk much but if you get her mad… let’s just say
she’s a whole different story. She usually wears black shirt with black jacket,
navy blue jeans and grey studded leather boots. She was orphaned when her
mother died in the fires of 2012 and her father left. She remembers nothing of
them, she was too young then. And I, Cyanide, was the slightly insane leader. Usually
quiet but actually crazy, black hair with blonde streaks and blood red tips,
red tank top and black leather jacket, ripped black skinny jeans, Batman belt
and combat boots. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Soon enough, we heard the
angry roar of the stupid discipline master Mr Blad, or what we call him, Baldy.
“YOU FOUR!”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The school slut stuck
her tongue out at us, smudging her lipstick slightly as she walked past us
smugly, fake tears all gone. No doubt she was on her way to the toilet to
re-cake her face in makeup and fake, carrot-coloured tan. We all looked at each
other and rolled our eyes in unison as we bolted down the hallway, hoping to
get the lecture done and over with as soon as possible.<o:p></o:p></div>
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* * *<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“The fuck? That was
totally stupid. At least we got detention together,” I muttered as we walked to
assembly. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I agree,” Butterflies
said, her rage quietly bubbling behind her voice. “She can fuck every other guy
in the school and as long as she isn’t caught, or it isn’t obvious, they don’t
mind. But a simple prank to teach her a lesson, and we get motherfucking
detention.” She switched topics all of a sudden. “Have you heard about what
we’re going to be briefed on today? Apparently some people from this
organization called Better Living Industries were coming to give us a talk or
something. Oh well, anything is better than classes.” Striding into the
auditorium, we plopped onto the seats and studied the people who were talking. “Looks
like we didn’t miss much.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good morning everyone.
I see a few latecomers. May I know your names?” His beady eyes bore into my
head as he walked over, his shoes clicking against the linoleum floor, and I
started to squirm, slightly uncomfortable. When I kept silent, he turned to
Butterflies, who sat next to me. She kept her eyes trained on his, glaring. “My,
my, no manners. And look at your attire!” He played around slightly with
Butterflies’ meticulously dyed hair, his long, slender fingers standing out
against the dark background of her hair, the frills in his clothing tangling it
up, his face wearing an expression of disgust.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Butterflies held her
breath, clenching her teeth and her fists so tight they nearly punctured her
skin. I could tell this man was getting on her nerves already. The man held her
gaze, particularly interested in her and she flicked his hand away, flinging
herself up from her seat so violently the chair tipped over. “My name is none
of your business, you—” she cut herself off. Cursing was something to be
punished by detention.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The man smiled,
keeping his cool, bending away from us and walking back to the podium. “You see
that, students? That is what we are here for. She is angry. She needs to have
peace. Inner peace.” Draconis righted her chair as I pulled Butterflies back
down into her seat and she sat down. “Many of us today are plagued by the
constant challenges life brings – studies, for example, is what all of you
should be very, very familiar with. The workload is barely bearable at times!
Not that it is your fault, teachers. We understand you are doing your own
jobs.” His voice took on a purring quality, persuading, convincing.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Many of us have
turned to anger to solve these problems. Which significant story that made the
history books did not involve some sort of turmoil?” There was a murmur of
agreement across the entire auditorium. “What is modern society, without its
boring, dreadful trials and tribulations, that we can all do without!” he
cried, sounding truly convinced of his cause. Everybody started to chatter
around us about the topic he was discussing. I snatched up parts of
conversations: “What if—”, “No homework!”, “This is going to be—“, “What is he
on about?”.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“But wait!” The man
said, silencing everyone and commanding their attention. “We have solutions. We
have solutions to chase away the bad monsters of society, solutions, to help
you smile.” A series of logos flashed on the projector behind him. It read,
“Keep smiling, Better Living Industries.” “Everything is perfect. Better Living
Industries.” “Building a better you. BL/i.” “We can fix you. Better Living
Industries.” “Love is a pill. BL/i.” “We can handle it from here. BL/i.” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“My name is Korse and
these are my assistants,” He smiled, exposing pearly white teeth and gestured
to the men standing behind him with weird masks on, “from Better Living
Industries. We are here to promote our new medicine that will make you ten
times more at peace with yourself than you already are. Ten times! Imagine, no
more stress about examinations because this medication tells you what you need
to study and when to study it! And we’re giving you a free sample to you.
Tailored, just for you.” Said the bald guy, holding out a tiny white coloured
pills in his hand, so, so white it nearly disappeared into his pale skin. “You
too, teachers. Imagine no more stress about marking. No more late-night
preparation of homework and lessons!” I glanced around me and saw everybody
nodding and smiling. True, the sound of not needing to stay up late to revise
was tempting. The gang and I shared a glance, however: if it were so “magical”,
why would they give it out for free? Is the school subsidizing us?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I narrowed my eyes and
whispered, “Guys. Don’t eat the pill. I don’t trust these people.” They nodded
in response but everyone else was taking the pill offered, some even taking
more than one. Butterflies muttered something about idiots before one of the
men came and handed us each a pill and a small glass of water. I pretended to
pop the pill into my mouth but slipped it down my shirt instead, accepting a
free drink. The others did the same.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Suddenly, everyone
stopped moving. Then came the horrific change. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Everyone’s eyes glazed
over and a small smile formed on all their faces. They were handed uniforms,
identical to that of the “assistants” and changed right there and then. They
were passed masks, similar to that of the “assistants”, and put them on there
and then. I heard Korse’s voice, now losing its soft, persuasive edge,
modulated into a harsh growl, similar to that Butterflies makes when she’s
angry. “You will now be known as Draculoids, servants of Better Living
Industry.” They all nodded, obeying him like dogs obey their master. “Get in
the vans.” A simple order, but firm enough.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I muffled my squeak
and tugged everyone and we snuck inconspicuously towards the exit. Korse, now
like an army commander, monitored the scene from where he stood on the podium.
Suddenly, the auditorium wasn’t full of students and teachers. Suddenly, the
auditorium was full of mindless drones. I pulled Abyss, Butterflies and
Draconis out of the auditorium and we ran. Not caring about predictions made by
the weather caster about high radiation, our feet pounded on the hot cement.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We ran towards my
home, our usual gathering place because it was nearest to the school. I got
there first, breathing hard. But pushing the door open, I nearly jumped ten
feet in the air, only held down by Abyss, who let out a strangled shriek. In my
living room was a Draculoid. He stood over two dead bodies, two I recognized…
Blood had spilled over the carpet, and I saw my mother’s blank, dark brown eyes
staring at me, unblinking. No. no, this can’t be happening. My parents? I may have
hated them but… Fuck. They went down fighting. My heart clenched as realization
struck me like a bag of bricks. They’ve done it. They’ve taken over Battery
City. It was quick, silent, and ruthless.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I pushed the gang back
and backed away from the house and headed towards the window to my room. “Holy
fuck, guys. Better Living has taken over the whole town. Pack up. We’re outta
here,” I breathed and started to climb up the tree by my window. Everyone
grabbed a rucksack and began dumping stuff hurriedly into the bag as quietly as
possible. I took a few baseball bats and tennis rackets along. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Butterflies stuff two daggers – she always kept that
kind of thing lying around – into her bag, Draconis push a leather belt into
hers, and Abyss shove a wooden toy rifle into hers (that thing whacked me once,
it hurts). I handed them each a walkie-talkie. We started to make our way
quietly to the window when Draconis tripped over a drawer I left open.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Flying fucks,”
Butterflies did know some creative cursing. We heard all activity downstairs
cease, causing the house to be as quiet as death. Then, heavy boots started
stomping up the stairs. I counted. One, two, three, four… Four Draculoids,
after four kids. <a href="" name="_GoBack"></a>They must have known.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Get out. Now.” I
ordered, and we jumped out of the window, landing softly, and ran towards my
parents’ two-seater Trans Am, while Butterflies and Draconis took the
motorcycle my parents had promised me if I had gotten my driver’s license,
Draconis riding pillion. “Follow us,” I shouted to them as they put on their
helmets, and Butterflies nodded okay.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Abyss took the wheel
and turned to me. “Where do we go, Cyanide?” she whispered, fear flickering in
her eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“To the desert. We’ll
be… safer there,” I replied hesitantly as I threw both her bags and mine in the
backseat.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Slamming her foot onto
the accelerator, we sped off towards the desert. Dust billowed up behind us as
the Draculoids ran out, trying to stop us but not daring to shoot. They hadn’t
brought their vehicles with them, so they mustn’t have counted on meeting a
bunch of kids who took illegal driving lessons with each other. Abyss’ and my
walkie-talkie crackled to life and we heard Draconis’ voice. “No plan, no food,
no supplies, nothing. We’re fucked, aren’t we?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There was so much fear
in her voice, and I could literally imagine her hand trembling. I picked my
walkie-talkie up and talked to her. “We’ll be alright. We’ll figure something
out.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Butterflies came
online, and through the rear view mirror I saw Draconis holding it for her.
“One thing’s for certain, then,” she shouted over the roar of the motorbike.
“We’re turning our backs on the town that we grew up in, turning our backs on
the town now overtaken by Better Living. This is war.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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