Perfect Imperfections

Chapter Three

As I ran across the metal shack rooftops I made my way back to my safe base. Safe? Yeah right, nowhere is safe.
All of the main gangs were beginning to come out for the night. They were mostly boys, not to be sexist or anything but it was just the fact that, almost all of the girls had made it in to the Queendom of Belisama.
They all had flawless skin and rich hair. But as a child, I had freckles and moles.
The boys on the other hand, were mostly left here to rot.
I wasn't afraid of any of the gangs. They weren't even really threatening. But, they did steal your things and no one had much to survive off of anyway. Uncle Damien had made it clear that I shouldn't talk to them, they'd just twist my words around on me.
The rising moon hit my face and the gentle winds brushed through my overgrown, light brown hair. I was told not to parkour along the rooftops. I was also told that stealing is what criminals do.
But this, this was the land of the free.
We may be seen as rebels and burdens to society, but that's what the outside of Ryvvendor tell us we are. Inside here, we're the normality.
I repeatedly looked down at my hand-drawn map. My base was three more streets away. A small pitstop wouldn't hurt anyone.
As soon as I swing myself down off of one of the rooftops, i regret it.
One of the smaller gangs began to approach me, bearing crafted spears and batons. From their gang logo which consisted of two baseball bats crossed over each other, I knew they were the double bats.
Stupid name, and logo too. But I wasn't going to dare tell them that when I'm unarmed.
I grip my knife. Oh look. I'm not unarmed.
"Double bats? How many brain cells are left after coming up with that name?"
They stare me down.
I could tell that they were mad, I had just insulted their gang.
Not going to lie, it was a pretty intense minute or two.
But what's life without a little danger? 
Before they could swing one hit I had already slid behind a large, tipped over car.
Two of the boys thought they were clever and began cornering me.
I guess they didn't have any brain cells left.
Without hesitation, I jumped over the car and forward-rolled into an empty shop.
Unlike the scrambling mess of juvenile boys I knew what I was doing.
I had been to this shop before. There was an unnoticeable trap door which lead through underground tunnels that made their way throughout the entire city.
The main boy, his name was Ash if I remembered correctly, had just burst through the door.
I'm guessing his other gang members didn't know how to properly use doors yet, seeing as they all waited outside like small children.
"Here kitty kitty"
Ashes voice taunted me as he approached the shelf I was quietly hidden behind.
I figured I couldn't reach the the trap door without him noticing and I knew I was in big trouble.
"Kitty?"
I choked on my words as Ash spun around the corner. He was wearing all black which made him harder to see as he moved around the dark room.
"There you are"
He smirked behind his tight bandanna.
As he stepped closer to me I felt chills run through my body. Maybe some of the gangs were threatening.
I thought that I could possibly escape through a window, but Ash had already backed me into a corner.
"Losing brain cells? Couldn't little kitty think of anything more original?"
He pulled my protective hockey mask off of my face and brought his knife up to the side of my neck.
"How about this?"
I whispered in his ear as I kicked him in the balls and threw myself over the closest counter top.
Ash yelped out in pain and doubled over.
There was an opening in the roof by the storage room, but it was so far up.
However it didn't faze me.
I jumped and gripped onto one of the dangling lights which I used to swing my body up and onto the roof.
Ash ran out the shop and yelled abusively at me as I scurried away.
"My parkour skills do come in handy sometimes"
I laugh to myself loudly before leaping from house to house.
People jokingly knew me as the roof jumper.
But, my real name is Azlyn.
Azlyn Caine.