Candy Child

Part 1- Chapter 1: The Chartreuse House

A thin sheet of mist covered the dead herbs and dirt for miles among miles. The Acacia's seemed filthier, and only The sound of mice running along the wet grass and crickets chirping could be heard. The sun was just only rising, and not a soul was to be noisy, and if they did, they dared to bravely.

A home, rundown and filthy, sat still on a hill in Bistrita, Romania. Nobody usually wandered over near it, the closest it was to anything was vendors and sellers a couple miles away. Vendors never made any money in Bistrita, due to the lack of wealthy buyers in the area. There would be the rare occasion of a depressed father using the last of his earnings to buy his child something meaningful.

The house on the hill is simply, chartreuse, every piece of it. From the railings to the roof. Miss Lorraine couldn't afford any other color, It was the most atrocious color on the market, nobody wanted it, not even to use as an outward art statement; so she got it for cheap. The girls who live in the home haven't seen any other Extreme color except chartreuse. One of the girls, Amelia, likes to aggravate the others by saying it's yellow, when they all have prayed to see yellow over chartreuse any day.

Many of Wars have been brewing in Romania for a decade, and more and more vanish, bleed, starve, die. The cold ones have taken out more than half of the population in Romania, and the other half try to stay hidden at night, and live in bare areas.

The walls inside are chartreuse, and everything else is a bland color. There is one very clean, ambient trophy that Miss Lorraine keeps in her room that was from Slovia engraved, "BEAUTY", that she found in a ditch on her trip there.
The flooring is cracked, easy access for mites. It is hard and concrete. The house is extremely small, the kitchen and living room are combined, and the only bedroom is the one miss Lorraine occupies. The bathroom is crumbled, the girls take turns emptying the toilet every day, since it doesn't function. A disgusting job that Jezebel, one of the girls, has no problem doing.

Miss Lorraine took in girls in need, only for the opportunities at hand. She gives them a roof over their head and sometimes food, and in return they do as she pleases. They have nowhere else to go, and wouldn't dream of being caught by cold ones. Out there, is dangerous, and not fit for anyone, not even a man.

The girls sleep in the living room, two shared the only sofa, and a dirty knitted blanket. The other two sleep in different areas of the living room, which isn't much to ponder about. Jezebel sleeps next to a dirty fireplace that didn't get used, it has all of her news clippings on the outer part of it, glued using leftover chartreuse paint. All of the clippings are about the war, and pictures of ballerinas cut out from every ballet book she has accumulated. Although Jezebel only looked at ballet books, none of the girls ever saw her perform it, none of the girls really heard her speak either.

Velouette sleeps next to the other two on the sofa, on the floor. She doesn't mind it. Velouette thinks of herself as the one who distills order among the girls. She is the only one brave enough to stand up to Miss Lorraine whenever she decides to wreak havoc on the other girls. One time the ginger girl Shae, used Miss Lorraine's countertop as an art piece, and Miss Lorraine forced her to chug a dirty pipe for five minutes. Ever since then she has had a fear of water of any kind. Miss Lorraine has a temper like no other, but it's still not even close to as horrifying as the cold ones.

Some of the girls have come into contact with them, some have only heard tales of their true brutality. The only good left in Miss Lorraine's heart is to protect them from that evil, their evil is something she'd only wish on the Devil himself.