D's Stories

First Kill

Carmen

It has been a couple days since the young girl came, she don’t talk thought so I just call her little one. She watches me a lot, I don’t mind. Right now it lunch time, it the Light month, so the white moon hangs in the sky, it brighter than most months, except the eighth month. Scavenger group 4 came back with their stolen goods and I have to look through it, along with the two other people in my group, Bibi and Sam. Little one watches us, I tell her what’s important and what’s not so that she will know when she has to do this. Penelope calls us over to eat and the four of us go to get the grub.

Bread, with melted cheese and jerky was a good lunch and easy to transport, so I take the food and head back over to the pile of stuff to sort through. I ripped off some jerky and put a pouch of coins in one pile. “Hey Carmen,” Bibi comes up behind me “your girl look tu be in trouble.”

I turn to see what she meant. Dubman snatching the jerky out of her hands, and he seemed to already have her bread. He was three years older than me, at the age of twelve, but I not scared of ’im. I go over. “What the hell yu doen?”

Little one looks scared and backs away from me. “What du yu care Car?” he takes a bight of the jerky.

“She my responsibility, and if yu steeling from ’er than I got a right tu know.”

“She donated ’er food tu me, man.”

I know he’s lien so I attack him. He not that good at fighting, he not that good of a thief either, but that was irrelevant at the moment. I hit him in the face a couple times before he gets me on my back and gets a hit in. I head but him then shove my elbow in his face when he lifted his head up. Suddenly we both pulled up Tynan puts me in a head lock and Boss has his arm around Dubmans neck.  “What goen on here?” Boss orders out.

“He took Little Ones food.”

“No I didn’t,” he lied.

“Yes he did,” Bibi cut in.

Boss looked mad witch stopped me from fighting Tynan, who released me then. Boss let go of Dubman only to growl at him. The twelve year old went white in the face, and since his skin was already pail, that was pretty dame white. “Why do it mmatter sshe a rroyal anyways.”

Dubman hit him across the face; his claws were inward as he did so, so now Debman was bleeding from the claws marks on his cheek. “I decide who eats and who don’t! Boss yelled “Not some snot nose brat who can barely do der job properly!”

“She’s royal!” another kid yelled, “She probably go few days no eaten and be fine.”

“She a five year old kid,” I yell at the kid named Ruben.

He growled and got in my face “She royal.”

“She five!”

Boss growled and both of us backed up from each other “I decide is that clear!”

A few people answered immediately, while a few others mumbled yes, “good.” he turns to go back to what he was doing, along with some others.

“I four,” a small voice said at my side.

I look down to find the little one beside me “What?”

“I four, not five,” she say in a clear voice.

Eddy

I watched du little girl and Carmen talken. I was still pissed, but I already distributed my punishment tu Dubman. Though I had a feeling dis wasn’t du first time it happen and it aint ganna be du last. Du girl was eerie, but I don’t feel danger comen from ’er. He heard her say she four, I was glad she finally started tu talk; he knew Carmen was keepen somethen from him. The nine year old joined there little group of orphan thieves a year ago without a word on what happed tu ’is family. I stayed quiet ’bout it cause it was ’is bussnes. 

Carmen went back to his job for the day and the little girl watched him with interest. Then I tense, there a noise that makes me only think of two things, and neither is good. It becomes clearer in a sec though witch of du two it is. “TURNERS!” someone yells. Two things happen, one people who wear over the age seven grabbed for a weapon and the ones younger ran for safety; two, turners came into sight. Part of me was terrified for safety of the little camp, and part of me was thrilled, thrilled to draw blood.

Dirina

“TURNERS!” someone yells. Lots of commotion. I feel bad things coming, then I see dem. There fangs bared, claws out. I think of ink man when I see dem. I scared, I think of mama. I feel something in head, like when mama died, it sound angry, it want me tu run, tu find some wear safe tu be.

But I can’t, I see C.C., she nice tu me, she try and play with me yesterday. She run from a person, a female, she look ready tu kill. No one going tu help C.C. so I go.

Ddiren

The stupid girl, she does not run. Instead she grabs something sharp, it a rusted broken blade and she runs. She runs fast, I relies she taking my energy without me releasing it. She slides between a female turner and another little girl. The little idiot is protecting the other child, but she has no experience in fighting. That’s it; I was going to loos another host in less than a week, and I have to watch her die. She swings her arms franticly, and I cringe as I feel the claws dig into her skin. I have to do something, I send power down the girls arm and use it to aim her arm and the turner lifts her head. The rusted blade strikes true and slices through the juggler. Blood splatters on the girl but she does not even relies it as she still franticly waves the blade at the already dead threat. But at least I wasn’t going to loose another host, at least not today.

Carmen

Some turners lay dead, and others start to run away, they thought us week pray, they found out different. I sigh in relief; so far no one said any one of us was dead. I look around tu see if the little one had come out of hiding yet and I pail as I see her. She in front of C.C. waving her arm like a wild child. I see du dead turner in front of  her and I race over there.

“Hey, hey,” I try tu get her attention but she aint listening tu me. I wish I knew ’er name, that would get her attention. Dirina. The word came into my head, but the thought wasn’t mine. Because of dat I decide tu use it. “Dirina,” I call out and she suddenly stops. She looks at me, tears fallen down her face. I reach out for her and grab du hand holden the rusted blade, I could tell it wasn’t just du turners blood there for blood was flowen from her hand.

“Let it go,” I tell her “let du knife go,” she drops it and I see the cut at du place wear her hand connect to her hand and close tu du wrist but still on du palm. “Let’s get dat taken care of.”

I take her tu Penelope, she is bandaging up other injuries but when she sees du little girl she yells at some one tu get blood. “She losing a lot of blood,” she says and takes the injured arm and pours some water to clean then leans down and licks it. Du wound starts to slowly close then she dose du same tu the hand. I don’t know who got du blood but Penelope gives it to little one, Dirina who drinks it hungrily. I relies then, she hadn’t fed once since she got here.

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That night she fell asleep and it wasn’t just the memories of her mother I woke her up from, but her first kill as well.