Outlawry {Rewritten}

Chapter 1 - Luther//An Unfortunate Bygone

When I was 14, I murdered my parents, and have been killing ever since.

As a child, I was abused because I was different. My parents hated me, for I was not what they wanted at all. I had autism, and something just not right in my head. Some might say...slightly psychotic, but that's just putting it nicely.

I am full on deranged, and the things that take place in my mind are unlike anything your relatively innocent brain could possibly conceive.

You see, my parents were, what you might think of as a source. A prime source, if you will, for certain outlawed substances, otherwise known as methamphetamine. And oh, were they good at making it. My decaying house still reeks of the stench of ammonia and rotting eggs. They lived under cover. The majority of our connections didn't even know their real identities. Most people in our under-the-table sort of community used food names as titles, however, my parents titles are quite insignificant at this time; I won't bother going into it. But when I murdered them, no body suspected anything of me; nobody asked any questions. I continued living on in my "normal" life, going to school, not fitting in...

I manipulated the addled minds of my parents' regulars to believe that my dear mother and father had cracked suddenly under the pressure of a seemingly impossible order that a very powerful client had put in, and committed suicide. Even the most sickened of drug addicts had the sense not to notify the authorities of the death of two drug dealers who had left their orphaned son to no one. For that could ultimately flush this entire, intricate system down the toilet if the police began talking to other prime sources of the good stuff about what happened.

Those desperate to keep those of authority from knowing of my parents' passing, loaned me enough money to pay bills and to support myself. All the while, those same people suspected nothing of the life that I was living. I sometimes murdered wanted people at night, on the streets if I was hired and in the mood for some additional cash. On top of that, there was always some occasional girl I would lure in. I'd have my fun, then I'm sure you can figure out what happened next.

Sometimes, I need those special kinds of self esteem boosts, for I don't get much attention elsewhere. You know that one creepy guy who goes to your school, the one who's voice you've never heard speak, and eats in a dark corner at lunch? Where I live, that's me, with skin so pale that it's almost blue and chalk-like, hair as black as death itself, and eyes that were deep green. Not a vibrant, peaceful green, but the sort that would make you think of a cemetery's field. I'm 17 years old now, and not much has changed. I've murdered too many people to recollect off of the top of my head, and I remain ever friendless, just the way I like it.

I am a senior at OHS; Olympus High School, that of which resided in a sleepy town of who's name was so disgustingly generic, I can't bring myself to recall it. But regardless, the town was practically scandal free. At least, to me it was. Anyone and everyone with any common sense as well as imagination was frightened of me. You don't have a clue how many rumors float around about yours truly. Despite all of my maliciousness, I've managed to stay out of major trouble, just so that the school wouldn't have an excuse to call my parents at home. Because nobody will ever answer the phone. Nobody will ever answer. Nobody. Never. Never. Never. Never.

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"Luther...?" I heard a young girl's quivering voice ask me. Releasing a silent sigh from my slightly parted lips, I slowly looked up from my charge. Standing before me was a girl named Sienna. Not a very pretty girl, but not a repulsive one either.

"What do you want?" I asked in a weak voice, impressing myself with how sickly I made it sound.

"Um...did you hear the teacher?" I slowly shook my head, my long dark hair falling over my eyes. I honestly didn't really care what the teacher had to say. I was just here to lay low. She gulped, tears beginning to well up inside of her eyes. "Uh...we...we're partners for the h-history project..."

I looked up at her lazily. She looked back at me through her unnecessarily long, blonde bangs, her large braces absurdly peeking out from between her lips. I sighed again. "Oh."

"It's due in two days a-a-and we don't get any class time to work on it, so-"

"My house. Five o'clock," I spoke, cutting off her mindless blabber. "Don't make me wait. I don't like waiting." Sienna gulped again and nodded quickly. She began to walk away. "You don't know where I live," I reminded.

"Oh, oh-oh, yes." She scurried back over to me. "What is your address?"

I over dramatically pulled out a sheet of paper, wrote my address on it and nonchalantly slid it across my desk to her, all the while never making eye contact.

"Thanks..." she said weakly. She gave me a quick, brace-y smile and walked off to begin whispering amongst her group of friends as though she had just seen the face of death. The generic girls each took their turns in giving me a look of disgust, as though it were my fault that their precious friend got paired with me. I rolled my eyes.

The bell finally rang. I was the first one to exit the classroom, for I sat in the back, closest to the door. I just wanted to get out of their as quick as possible and begin my trek home so that I could make preparations for my little date tonight. But not a minute sooner had I walked out of class, I found my back slammed into a locker.

I looked up into my attacker's brown eyes, of who's stared angrily back into mine. I made sure to keep my face long and solemn, so as to not give away my true feelings to such a creature as despicable as he was. His shiny blonde hair reflected in the artificial, fluorescent light.

"Watch where you're going next time, Death Boy," he rasped, his voice almost pleasantly warm.

Death Boy? I thought. Is that truly the best that you could come up with?

After a moment of me remaining silent, he prevailed and let me sink back down to the floor. Haughtily, he walked off. Nathaniel was the boy's name. Nathaniel Hawkins. Nobody I ever gave much thought or attention to. As I watched him walk off, no thought occurred to me that he would one day be my worst enemy.

Once I got home, I decided not to eat anything. I hadn't eaten much for those past two weeks, and my cheek bones were finally starting to show through my skin. And that was just the way that I liked them.

Five o'clock rolled around at last, and I heard a soft knock at my door. I was lying on the dirty floor, staring up at the white, cracked ceiling, but rose up to go answer it. Sienna was standing there nervously, practically trembling.

"Come in," I demanded. She nodded quickly and cautiously walked inside of my house. Once I shut shut the door behind her, she immediately began coughing. "Mind the smell," I pardoned mockingly, a small smirk threatening its way onto my face.

Once she had recovered from her brief coughing fit, she set down her backpack on the dusty floor. "It's really dark in here..." she commented. "Do you mind if I-"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay."

"Listen, Sienna," I began indifferently. "I don't want to do this as much as you do. So why don't we just cut to the chase?"

"Sure," she agreed, pleasantly  surprised by my mock politeness. She began to pull materials out of her backpack.

"That's not what I mean."

She slowly looked up. "Huh?" Suddenly, I pounced onto her like a lion attacking its prey. She was too shocked to even struggle. "L-Luther...?" she began. I held a finger to my lips as I shoved her to the hard, dusty floor. "What are you doing?"

"This is the chase."

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First chapter of Outlawry rewritten!!! I hope you guys all like it! Be sure to follow me, vote, comment and read Outlier once you're finished!! Have a good day!