Castielle
Where the hell am I?
I don't know if I am still in the civilised part of America, I am new to this place after all, but all I know is that there is probably a house or something up ahead, as I can see smoke up on the skies.
Hiking my bag further up my shoulders, I walk towards the smoke's origin. I can ask help there, right? I've heard that Americans are nice.
Except, when I reach where the smoke comes from fifteen minutes and a growling stomach later, I don't expect what I see. A tall and long border going far from both left and right greeted my eyes. It was made of some sort of heavy plastic, its color was greyish.
Is this like, the border of U.S and Mexico? I didn't travel that far, yeah?
Shrugging my shoulders, I walk up to the border and start to climb it. It isn't that hard, considering that there are chips and missing parts on the border where I can place my feet and hands into, and I have a pretty good immunity against heights. Besides, this is the only place I've seen signs of living. I can't stop now.
I reach the top, almost falling down in the process. But, all is well as I regain my balance. I walk towards the small campfire that has been set out just recently—as what I could see from the fresh bits of burnt wood.
"Hello?" I look around, trying to find the person who set the fire out, "Is anyone here?"
Silence. I shrug, settling down near the campfire and putting my bag beside me. I rummage through its contents, looking for a particular blue treat that is my most favourite of all time.
The blue wrapper shines in my eyes. Oreos.
It is the best, and I mean best, product made. I bring it with me every day, from my bedside table to my office table to my bag at the beach, I have it. I can't live without Oreo.
I happily open the pack, getting a circle goodie and munching on it. I almost died right there and then at the feeling of heaven. But, there was something missing. I get my phone out and pressed Music.
You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back
At the sound of Ed's voice, I sigh contentedly. I can live fine just like this. Away from my nagging aunt and her handsy children. My pack of Oreos have run out a long time ago, but I still had extra, so I should be fine.
Imagine living alone in a huge mansion with a lifetime's supply of Oreos. Yum.
"Put your hands up!" Surprised as fuck, I look up to see a man with a gun pointed at me.
"Woah, woah," I say, slowly standing up, "Look, mate, I just wanted to ask some help. I wanted to ask if you have a phone? Mine doesn't have any signal. I wanted to contact my aunt and tell her where I am."
"What faction are you?" He snaps, "And what the hell are you wearing?"
I look down at my shirt. Frowning, I touch the rainbow-coloured shirt I am wearing. "What, you don't like unicorns?"
"You're a fucking outsider, I knew it."
"Outsider?" I laugh, "What's this, a secret village? Area 51? Ooh, or maybe a cult?"
He pushes me towards a wall and handcuffs my hands. Grabbing my bag, he starts dumping all my belongings onto the ground.
"Hey, you dick! Stop it! Ever heard of privacy and respect?"
He doesn't listen and I try to walk to him, but he shoots at my legs when I try to.
"You fucker."
"God, what is that awful sound?"
My face is sporting the biggest scowl I ever have made, "You know what, your worse than a fucker. You're a bastard. A son of a bitch. And I'm not even sorry for dragging your mother into this, but how the hell did she raise you? She should have taught you that Ed Christopher Sheeran is the best music artist out there and that you should listen to his— "
The unnamed man picks up my phone, examines it, and stares at it, bewildered, "What is this? Is this a mind control device? Do you use this to contact your other factionless men? That's what you are, aren't you? Factionless trash."
"What the hell are you babbling on about?" I ask, "And can you give me back my stuff and uncuff me? I really just wanted to find a place where I can call my aunt."
"No, you'll be under my watch until I figure you out," He narrows his eyes, "And what the hell is Oreee-oh? Is this poison?"
What the hell is up with this guy?
"Oi! How can you not know Oreo? Oreo is the best thing out there! The white filling is just to die for and—"
He shoots me in the leg.
"You bitch! Now I'm gonna die!"
"It's a tranquiliser."
"Fuck you, too."
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Mr. Piercing
FanfictionDISCONTINUED Castielle Thorne was sarcastic. She was witty. She was hot-headed. She was a smart-ass. But most of all, she lived beyond the fence. She was an outsider. Eric Coulter was cruel. He was cold-hearted. He was bossy. He was rude. But most o...
