It all started at 11am on the 8th of April. It was decided. The Wolf pack was to be presented to the public of Brisbane for the first time. Little did we know that it would end in death, destruction and 9 innocent girls turned mass murderers.
We like to think of the wolf pack as one whole person rather than several separate people. When one of us are missing, it is like we are missing a limb. So by the time we reached the city, we were a frankenstein-like monster, ready to take the streets in inner-city Brisbane.
The day was going smoothly, just as we had planned, there were selfies in the change rooms and pit stops at starbucks and subway for iced coffee and cookies, however by the time we had finished our lunch, our lives would all be changed forever.
It was approximately 1pm when we spotted the rival group. We circled each other, like big cats on a savannah plain growling and eagerly watching for one another to make a move. The tall, tanned blonde was the one who approached. The head, the best way to attack something is with a smile. Chloe, our head, was pushed forward. The two heads chatted, but then the blonde suddenly slapped Chloe. We all stepped forward to defend her, but Alex and Kaleigh, the two halves of our brain, held us back and tackled this alone.
'Okay ladies, what's going on here?' asked the brain. 'I really don't think we should discuss this any further in this arena. How 'bout we move somewhere more private.' replies their head in a sickly sweet tone.
We had soon moved to the nearest toilet block ready for a fight. As soon as the door closed, they opposition attacked. The next few minutes are still a blur, it was filled with hair pulling biting, kicking and clawing at each other, like two lions fighting over a carcass.
The next thing we knew, we were standing over several bodies. Pools of blood started to form around the girls. Tilly, our outer skin, the crime scene up, storing the cold and blood and lip gloss smeared bodies in a toilet cubical. Beth, our wadrobe manager and artist fixed us up, smoothing out our hair and fixing our make up. Sarah our heart, reminded us what we were here for and calmed us down as we started to realise what we had done. Beanie, our legs, got us moving.
We stepped outside, facing the crowds again, and we kept on moving towards destiny as fugitives as the blood began to spread across the pile of cold and stiff bodies.
