Starless Sky

The First Word

I had been let out before. Once. Just once. It didn't end to well.

"Hey"

My eyes widened and I felt my mouth fall open. I stared. And stared. And stared.

"Hello? Are you okay? You haven't blinked in like a minute."

I couldn't respond, my brain couldn't seem to comprehend the situation. This was the first time I'd talked to someone in over 4000 years.

I felt his judgmental stare piercing through me.

"Well, I've got something to do," he motioned behind him with his thumb, "So I'll catch you later."

He left before I could question his statement. How could he possibly "catch me later?" How could he predict that I was going to fall?

I turned and walked away, staring at my feet, murmuring to myself, confused, so engrossed in myself that I didn't account for the fact that I was not alone, but surrounded by people, conversing with each other, as unaffected by my presence as I was with theirs.

Due to this I didn't notice the group of females that were walking straight towards me, lost in their own conversations with each other.

Our courses were aligned so perfectly that I should've foreseen the crash. Unfortunately I failed to do so, which resulted in a screech that rang loudly in my eardrums.

"Ow." I complained.

I rubbed my head and ears simultaneously.

Lifting my gaze from the floor, I immediately regretted it as I acknowledged every head turn in my direction, a pair of curious eyes accompanying each one.

"You bitch!"

There it was again. The screech.

"Ow" I repeated, still vigorously rubbing my ears.

I looked towards the now enraged female that I had walked into. Pitch black eyes met mine, full of contempt and fury. Even her hair seemed enraged as beautifully thick ringlets curled around her face in a frenzy. She gracefully rose from the floor, her fellow females flanking her on all sides. One of the twittering girls raised her eyebrows at me.

"Aren't you the new girl?"

Whispers slowly arose in volume as the crowd that had for some reason gathered around us discussed the revelation that seemed to anger the girl I had crashed into, whom I recognised as the 'leader.'

She strode towards me her mouth pursed in anger.

"Are you tryin' to start somethin'?" She questioned.

Still dazed, I apparently didn't reply quickly enough for her satisfaction. She scoffed to a girl flanking her right, who smiled sinister in return.

"I think she is Beth."

'Beth' turned to face me once more, a mocking smile plastered on her face.

"Let me teach you a li'l somethin' newbie,"

She started to circle dangerously around me whilst I stared up at her still in complete shock.

"You don't come in here an' try to start somethin' with me, understand?" She questioned, kneeling to look me in the eye.

Gaining no reply, she took a tight grasp of my hair,

"I said you understa-"

It was an accident. A horrible accident. I didn't mean to. I was out of control. Blinded by my instincts I didn't even realise I was doing it.

Before I could react I had grabbed hold of the hand clutching my hair, brought it in front of me and wrung it backwards until I heard the familiar noise of bones cracking. Except this time they weren't my bones.

Leaving the broken hand to limp on to the floor, I could barely hear the screams of anguish leaving the girls mouth as I slammed her head to the ground. Repeatedly.

All I could think about was the feeling of my hair being pulled. The individual strands struggling to stay attached to my scalp.
                                                                                                                                                                                                             So entrapped in the particular feeling I was still slamming the girls head on the floor. Bits of her teeth scattered around, some glinting, whilst people stood around me speechless, watching the massacre. Repeating the action over and over a pool of blood forming around her, a glistening red.

The room completely silent I let her body collapse once more to the ground. Silent.

Bringing my hands up to my face I stared at them. They were still clean. Meticulous. But I could feel it. The blood. Seeping into my skin.

I looked towards the girl as she lay on the ground, head tilted slightly. Still. Dead. Another one.

"Sorry."

At least I apologised.

I didn't remain there very long. Soon enough they came to get me. Of course they did.

By then I'd memorised the names of the Controllers. Protectors of the world. Against me.

The circle of mesh covering their faces connected to a cloth covering the rest of their head, keeping them face-less. Identity less. Every other inch of the skin covered in leather.

They never used weapons. They didn't need to.

"Barry, Ed," I greeted them with a nod, holding my hands out in front of me.

"It's nice to see you again so soon." I commented since they'd  been outside the night before. Keeping watch. As if I could escape

Ignoring me, as always, they  clapped the bracelets on to my hand, which connected themselves by forming a band between them. Technology.

Leaving everyone confused and in awe they grabbed an elbow each and led me back to the cell.     Back home.