Deadly Desire In Midnight City

Chapter 1 A New Experience

Important: Well first off, hopefully if you are reading this is because you're a fan of my first book Melissa Knows Best. But if you aren't, it's okay because I always love making new fans and meeting new people. This is the second book I have ever written, and I am truly putting my heart and soul into it. Also, it has Copyright with ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. At first, it may seem a bit weird and unusual because this is my first time writing at all, and I've never done something leaning towards fantasy. But still, I hope you all enjoy it. Deadly Desire In Midnight City was inspired by two of my favorite books. The Hunger Games & Black City. Both two amazing books that I recommend to anyone, and everyone. It may also have a few references towards history because I am a big history nerd and history does inspire me from time to time. One last thing, I will try to update frequently, but I am in no rush to finish it. When I rushed my last book because of my fans, it didn't come out as well as I hoped it would. I hope you all understand. But either way, I usually update at least once a week. So as always, comments and votes are welcomed.

-YoursSincerely

It's funny how when people used to speak of the future the words teleporting, flying cars, and amazing inventions would slip from their lips. It makes them sound like fools now. I have never thought of an opinion being so wrong in every way, shape and form. Truly, what society has made our life now is a shame. A horrid shame that doesn't have a single chance to survive.

Growing up not knowing who your parents are is always something that fucks you up emotionally. I have no doubt in my mind that things could have been worse. A lot worse, actually. I am not naïve to that. But my question is, why must an innocent child be introduced to the world with pain? I was so innocent, but I guess, because my parents didn't want me, they decided to introduce me to the feeling of being abandoned.

I am grateful however, because I had Lucinda. I was left on her front porch one cold night around three in the morning. Luckily, she heard the soft knock on the door or else I would have froze to death without a blanket. The funny thing is that I still remember exactly what she looked like even though I was only about two years old. She still looks the same today with her hazel eyes, short, curly, black hair and pale skin. She says I was a miracle to her, a precious gift from "above". But, I know better. Lucinda never had the chance to have a child because her husband left her after she was pregnant, but after a few weeks the baby got sick and died. I was her second chance at a true family. Only now, she is alone once more because I left when I turned eighteen two years ago.

I decided I needed to find myself, as cliché as it sounds. To be completely honest, I'm not sure I've done a good job at it. But with what I have to work with, I feel as if it does suffice. I still live close to Lucinda, we live in the same part of Midnight City. Right in the middle, where there is a mix of Lunars and Solars. We are the odd bunch of the city, and no one appreciates what we are trying to do, but I don't blame them. I'm not here to support the cause of "peace and love" between the poor and rich. I am in this part of the city because, I don't know who, or better said what, I am.

I was born in the aftereffects of a bloody war called "The Dark Scare". When I think about it, the situation back then isn't much different than what it is today. Well, at least opinion wise, it's not. The poor was always mistreated by the rich until they couldn't take it anymore. They were tired of being spat on while walking along the streets, being paid less while handling the same job as a rich, simply just being disrespected on a daily basis. In a way, "The Dark Scare" was a class of people fighting for their rights.

Now, I am no fan of bums on the streets or people that don't care about their future, so they throw it away. But the poor that live here are nothing similar to that. You cannot even compare the two. The simple fact is that the government is prejudice, and once one is poor, they are always and forever stuck in that class. There's no guessing who won the war, it was obvious from the start. But the poor never gave up because of their thirst for equality.