You know...
I'm tired of these Normies.
These past few weeks they have been getting worse...
Scrap is trying to help as much as possible.
So is the rest of my family and the other refugees.
The refugees we take care of started piling in more after two weeks since the day I got drunk.
The two weeks after that day some kid awoke on their twelfth birthday. Their body combusted as they cooked themselves alive, unable to control that newfound power.
The Normies... They took that as a threat. A terrorist act as they saw it.
The Hypocrites of our kind. Didn't save the poor kid. Instead, they sent the poor kid's family to rot in a prison cell because they were Mutated but hidden in plain sight.
That kid, Accidentally roasted themselves ALIVE! And no one gave a shit! Besides saying it was an attack. "The Mutated are plotting something..."
I am getting tired... So is my serpent friend... The people fear my horns, they fear my golden eyes and my silver winter hair...
When that Kid died... That shift that I mentioned earlier really shifted! And nothing could change that.
Now I think It is time I do something. But I shall not get anyone I know involved... Because If the Normies Want something to fear I WILL Give them something to truly fear...
This is my gamble to take. And I shall take it and bare my fangs and not let go.
You hear me, reader? DO YOU HEAR ME? This IS MY RISK! MY GAMBLE! AND I WILL NOT LET YOU RUIN IT!!!
I Swear...
Levi. My serpent friend. No one listens...
The streets are getting worse.
The hypocrites of our kind are hunting us under the name of heroes...
When they are no heroes at ALL!
It's like the time when a man would say.
"Women Shouldn't Curse."
And they say "Get Fucked."
Then the man would blink in surprise, but then laugh and say.
"Stupid girl~"
And that would not be the end of it...
As if the Normies and the government would understand... No- They only wish to see what they want to see. And we are months within...
Our Bed was left in ruins,
Our weapons sharpened
With Our Masks Forgotten.
Sweet, sweet astonishment with the taste of rage...
Anger with the taste of iron
Are you sure you want him back in the flock?
My voice is ever more penetrating, tightly woven, ringing and whispering in all ears who choose to hear. My Low Monotonous voice, hoarse from yelling and brittle from the tears.
The Normies have antagonized us for long enough... They have done this for years!
Along with many other minorities!
The more weeks that pass and the more they fear, The MORE THEY HUNT FOR US!
The more they try to kill or use our own against us. Many are being killed every day by people in black suits and bulletproof vests. Or any gear tailored to the power of the specific mutated attacked, killed, locked up, etc...
The worst of it being... They sell our organs when they take them from our corpses to study and research.
A Pair of eyes from one of us costs ... $3,050.
One Skull with their Teeth ... $2,400.
Their Scalp ... $1,200.
Shoulders ... $1,000.
Heart ... $24,000.
...
All of our organs and everything is twice as much than a Normies...
So We now have bounties placed on us...
Things are just getting worse...
Within the weeks... My so-called freedom. That card... Is no longer protecting me... I cannot go out on the streets anymore...
I WILL not wait to be found! I Will not wait to be killed like cattle... I will protect my people. And the mob will help me. As we both have a few enemies in common...
I Already have investors from the underground lining up. Though they don't know who I am because I have done well to keep it a secret... But they are willing to hear me and that is all I need to make this cause grow.
Stitch by stitch I will weave my mark into history that may be forgotten...
Hire by my Fire
Tire with my life as I may be nothing more than a "lair"
These dire times are here the entire time
As my buyer sings its choir
Attire is nothing more than prior
As I raise my flier
Rewire my mind if I so choose but you will forever fuel my fire.
So If I am a Lair then take my voice
And break it if you must.
It will come back,
In a more fearsome motive...
...
YOU ARE READING
Gamble Of Serpants
ActionThis is a story I started writing back in Highschool. It's starts off with this little girl Elora and her father who later have to traverse the hard cruel world when things later start to change. I'm not the best giving summaries all the time, but y...
