Icha Icha Paradise

Levi(Angst)

I patted my clothes down, trying it get rid of the thick layer of dust coating it. Painfully aware that this was the end of all my hopes and dreams, I looked up at the crumbling dirt ceiling. Thats right, I'm in The Underground. The last place that kids should be. Yet...there are so many here.

And most of them are dying, being/been abused or malnourished.

I was and still am two of those things. Hungry as hell. My stomach rumbled on que. And been abused. But then again, such things were normal in The Underground. No use whining about it.

Unless you wanted to die a painful death of course. Or maybe be raped. Or both.

No one here cares about each other unless they want something for you. In other words, fake compassion and betrayal. Ah yes, such is a regular life in this wretched place.

Some people went mad, I don't blame them of course. This place has to be hell itself. It feels almost suffocating to live here. In fact...I'm seriously starting to doubt that the sun even exists. Whoever told me that it did was probably a liar.

Yeah...everyone lies. Never trust anyone or you are a dead man. Oh wait.....my brother told that to me, right.

And he's a dead man.

I put my clothes back on, trying not to stare at my brother's dead body. Alas, another casualty in this cruel world. People die quietly everyday and nobody notices. Its quite remarkable actually how people murder people and no one even bats an eyelash but that one unfortunate person who happened to love the dead man with all their heart.

I'm that unfortunate person, unfortunately.

Refusing to glance at my last hope in this pathetic world I picked up my knife and killed the person who killed my last family.  He choked on his blood and stared at me with fearful eyes as I pulled my knife out of his gut, causing the man to drop dead. I turned around and was about to walk away from the scene before I heard slow, almost mocking claps coming from behind me.

I swerved my head in that direction only to see a boy that had light brown hair and pale blue eyes who was wearing a white shirt with one big blue stripe. I stared at him blankly.

"Oi, what's with that utterly blank look on your face?"

S i l e n c e

"The names Farlan."

S i l e n c e

"Ok, ok, I get it. I should just stop flirting with pretty girls."

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"Hey what's your name?"

I stared at him before turning around as he playfully grabbed my shoulder and grinned. Unfortunately this chain of events triggered memories.

Memories I wanted to forget.

So my eyes widened in fear as my knife quickly swiped at his hand causing him to he dodge it "Hey, what's the big deal here?"

I didn't speak, I couldn't as my throat went dry in fear. It had been so long since someone other than my brother had touched me. And the last time someone touched me...

I shook my head of these thoughts and turned around once again, trying to run.

The so called Farlan's eyes narrowed "So your the girl, huh?"

Soundlessly I looked over my shoulder, What is he talking about?

S i l e n c e

"That girl who killed 27 sex-traffickers overnight." His playful voice morphing into something darker.......more serious.

Shock and terror filled my gut. My survival instincts turned on.