Zero only has one goal, to be human. Escaping from the cell that once contained her, the outside world, which she longed to see for so long, is filled with more darkness than she expected.
She is faced with a world that is determined to label her a...
Zuri had taken too many pills. She knew she had exceeded the limit recommended by the drug dealer but she didn't care.
She liked the feeling that Ambrosia gave her. The power that she felt coursing through her veins.
She knew she had been staring at the large crystal disco ball too long when her eyes began aching. The dancing bodies around her began to swirl, bathed in the blue lighting of the club.
Her boyfriend who was twice as high as her drowsily mumbled in her ear. It was all a jumble of incoherent words that she didn't care to listen to. She was more focused on the fact that she could hear the pumping of heartbeats in the room.
Drugs were legally banned from the Golden City. But that didn't stop the rich from getting their grubby hands on them.
The Golden City and The Mines were wretched mirrors of each other, both were dens of sin. But while the people in the mines were driven to crime by poverty, the people from the city were simply doing it for entertainment.
The club was one of the best-supplied buildings by some drug dealer from the Mines called Bugsy.
The bass of the music felt loud enough to shake the earth. Zuri barely felt it when her boyfriend dragged her to the dance floor. The writhing bodies all clashed together as they danced to the tune of the music.
All of them would have lived had the music not been so loud. Had they not been so high. Or better yet had they not left the safety of their luxurious mansions in the first place?
By the time the screams started it was too late. They were trapped. Doomed to be torn apart by the predator that appeared among them. The predator that wore the face of a fellow human.
Zuri scrunched her nose in disgust.
'Babe what's wrong?', the man next to her asked.
'Smells like someone died in here', she joked and they both burst into laughter.
Her boyfriend's arm which had once been slinked around her waist was suddenly thrown across the room.
The man silently looked at the place where his arm was supposed to be. Where his crimson blood was sputtering out in unfathomable amounts.
Then he let out a scream that was louder than the music. Zuri turned around to avoid seeing the horrific sight. Only one face-to-face with something worse.
The figure of a man loomed between her. The bloody stench of death latched so tightly to him that she recoiled. To the arms of her boyfriend who could not protect her. The lights flashed and she almost screamed when she saw the face. His eyes were pure white. His features were painted with the blood of his unsuspecting victims.
All he did was growl as he looked in her direction. She was about to join his growing list of victims.
The hairs on the back of her head stood tall as an unbridled fear clawed at her. Telling her to run and never look back. And that she did.
She shoved her boyfriend out of her way and he fell flat on his back. She made an adrenaline-induced sprint towards the tacky velvet door that was cut short when her jacket was grabbed. It was a vintage million-dollar jacket that she had spent months getting, but at that moment it meant nothing to her.
She removed her arms from the jacket and slowly crawled on the floor. The crowd was getting attacked from all directions. They screamed and begged for mercy. Some stepped on her in their attempts to flee.
Had it been a normal occasion, she would have gotten her bodyguards to return the favour and pummelled them in the back alleyway of the club for even touching her.
She didn't look behind her. Just in case that thing was following her. If she had to look at it again she would lose her will to live.
Only when the cold handle of the door was in her hands did she finally breathe.
Her footsteps echoed across the hall. She clumsily ran to her limo and ordered her startled driver to take her home.
Her eyes did not dare to look at the cursed building again. The place where she had left her boyfriend and friends to die.
Those rats from the Mines dared to bring their stupid gang fights to the city.
She thought as her brown eyes looked in the direction of the Mines with pure contempt.
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This character was suggested by my sister and she threatened to sue me if I didn't mention that in my note.
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