Lost Ones Roam

Chapter 1

           Alexandra roamed the Burrough, part of the land was still toxic from the Great War, leaving land beyond all reasonable doubt of use. She always wondered how the world could have become such a dark place to cause all this destruction, how people were selected to go underground in preparation for generations needed after the war. All the chaos that ensued, all the violence still occurring. She shouldn't have been out alone this late in the day, the sun was beginning to set.

       But still, she found herself roaming at the edge of a field of tall grass, enjoying the sky as it seemed to burn her world in the bright orange hues that enveloped her thoughts. She should have been heading home, she had an hour more of her walk. But she couldn't tear herself away. Alexandra wasn't alone, they had been watching her, waiting for her to run all her life. She would be a nice decoration for the Mistresses' compound, pretty enough to practically be a good statue..

      Her skin was bronze, or so she'd been told, for she had never once seen the metal. Only the  Tops had the money. The Tops, the haves outside of Alexandra's world of have nots, fled to the inner lands years before even her mother was born. Fearing that soon the coasts would be flooded and wanting to keep safe. It was a great idea, but you need protection, and protection always has a price.

Emerald eyes shine brightly, hope in a world that is tearing itself apart, and her copper hair hit just below her shoulders. That's how she liked it at least, she would cut it with anything she could get her hands on. It never was neat, but it did the job. She felt the urge to run, but running only ever brought trouble.

Running meant you knew you were being watched and that they were going to get you. Running meant hoping to some holy power above your mortal soul would watch over you and keep you. Running meant never being able to look back on what it is you're running from because then you'd slow down. But will you slow down when you see the strange man behind you?

The scar across both his cheeks, just a small glimpse of the cruelty you might face? Alexandra shook these thoughts from her head.

        She spoke quietly to herself, "Children run all the time when playing games, except this game only needs one player."

        She took one more look at the sunset, savoring its warmth and bright colors, hoping against hope that she would be safe during this little adventure. This poorly thought out and not even planned adventure. Looking down at the field, she realized it's now or never.

      She broke off in a run, moving the grass aside with her hand, hitting the ground hard. Her heart hammered against her ribs, her anxiety mingling with the cardio, the euphoria of the wind blowing wildly through her hair as she made her way down.

      The grass should help me find a way back, she thought to herself.  But their were feet following her own, and this would be the last sunset she saw freely, that this would be the last time she was happy and that she was happy to feel the warmth of day on her skin.

                    Happy, happy, happy.

     The man with the burlap sack quickly scooped her up, her arms started flailing and she quickly got a headache from all the blood rushing to her head. Alexandra fought with as much strength as she could muster, but soon grew too tired and hungry, and there was no more light peeking through the seems of the sack.

     She closed her eyes, figuring she's going to need some rest for what she's about to face.

                                       ...

     Cherry red lips were all that could be seen, somehow, she was able to hide the rest of herself in shadow. A smirk was playing at the corners of her lips, in an arrogant moment of fear, Alexandra tried to portray an air as if she knew what was going on. If this lune was able to kidnap her, what else is she capable of?