Chains; Feathers

Chapter 1: Freaks and rejects

The little girl walked along the side of the road. Keeping out of light, she pulled the leather jacket over her head as the rain pelted down.

In the dark, footsteps could be heard behind. There was also a scraping sound, as if something heavy was being dragged on the ground. It drew closer.

The girl rounded a bend.

She pressed her back against the wall, listening to the footsteps of the figure grow heavier as it approached.
Turning and whipping out her blade, she pressed it against the person's neck.

The shadowy figure stepped into the moonlight, which shone onto her ashen face and platinum blonde hair laughed and dropped the object.

'It's me, and you forgot about this.'

She pointed to the body on the ground, and The girl frowned as she noticed that face for the second time. The cop was heavily wounded but still alive, looking at her through widened eyes.

Two pairs of cold eyes stared down upon him.

'I'll kill you, I swear. Filth like you deserve to die.' he breathed.

The girl smiled a nasty smile.

'And when is that?'

The man tried to back away, but his broken legs obstructed him. He shook his head.

'You can't do this, you're just a little...'

The girl crouched down and her face moved closer as she sunk her blade into his stomach. A sound, like a rusty key turning in a lock, came out from deep within him. The man's face froze, and his eyes turned glassy. Feeling blood run down her hand, she stepped a foot hard onto the man's chest and yanked the weapon out. His head jerked along with the movements, like a dummy.

The other girl looked on blankly as his head hit the floor with a crack and fell to one side.

'Throw him aside.'

She stood up and continued walking.

' Are you sure you're not going to bury him? There will be trouble if he's found.'

' Into the ditch then.'

Lythe sighed.

'You're such a freak. Really, what did you do to become such filth?'

There was silence, which did not surprise the her. Lythe had tried getting answers, right from the start, when they were pushed into the same cell.

She dumped the body in some bushes, not before equipping herself with his gun and chased after the smaller girl.

They kept silent as they walked in the rain, a distance apart. None of them seemed to notice that they were soaked.

Lithe looked beside her.

One little psycho.

After meeting that psycho girl, there was bloodshed everywhere.

Two little psychos.

Rejects of the society.
Lythe closed her eyes for a second. There was a lingering question on her mind.

'Where are we going?'