I stand at the entrance of another world. Not really. Its just a stinky subway. I walk down rusted and decrepit stairs as I make my way down to this dark and unforgiving shelter. In front of me are several paths I can see in the dangerously lit cell of a place. Why do I say cell?Because once you get in you are locked up for good. Unless you have bail money.
Down one of the rotting tunnel ways I can hear the murmur of people. A few drunken hollers alert me of some makeshift bar of sorts further down the way.Said bar is a home to one and all desperate idiots alike. I should know.. I frequent there often.
My hestitent steps bring me closer to the scene. Its rather spacious.More room to hold the dread and sorrow I suppose! I look to the right of the bar, that in holds The Rats of this place. My gaze is directed to the only slightly less revolting scene of the black market. Here you name it, you can find it. From neon glowing unicorn plushies to substances to people. I make my way over towards said market, my eyes wandering over what I have come to know as the leader of the rats. I know to steer away from some one so... Unnerving.
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Unwanted Unexpected Story
Teen FictionThis is about a girl named Olika Fallegt, Ritter Heighland and Lyzander Olika is determined not to be a maincharacter in a story, Ritter is convinced he CAN be a hero and save the people that are stuck in hopeless reing of a oppressive military and...
