Tapu - (Human Bendystraw/Cendy)

Chapter 1: Rich and Poor

Streets were paved with a greyish tone, contaminated and blistered each slab sunk into the earth for every foot that trod upon them, the weight became heavier with built pressure. For it was the darker side of London that the darker people lay. Waiting. Row on row twisted buildings arched over the solemn streets , and with each dust ridden window a watchful gaze peered down upon the scruffy heads of London's poor inhabitants. Smog filled air rolled over the cobbled roads with an intense choking effect upon the victims who would inhale the filth they lived in. Various women of different nationalities could be found upon these streets passing keys to the desire driven men. Hidden Molly houses too, served as a key attraction to those who wished to hide their sickened desires. Turning of knives in ones back could trigger an ear splitting shriek of pain, and yet all was a common occurrence for the working class of Britain. 

For as the other streets, they were paved with exploited wealth. Houses were thought of as almost Godly, with the space to fill large families of more than twenty, all except one seemed to have some sort of child owner. Top hats, canes, cigars, pipes, fine silk waistcoats... all good riches owned by a wealthy gentlemen, and yet all listed were owned by the mansion owned 'fat cats' of the rat ridden city. Women remained to have a acute role, as child bearers, mothers...victims... Yes for those of golden wealth, and rich in reputation who would think they would be victims themselves? Perhaps by...pick pockets?

"I beg your pardon!?" Complained a short man in stature, his penguin like black tail coat flipping upwards as small ice hands reach for his low waisted pocket. And with that the gentleman's hand came round and grasped the young boys boned arm with anger ridden force. The boy was tall and lanky, pail faced and now frightened. Blue eyes reflected his so far short life with concern of his future.

"Let go a' my brother, "Sir", or else..." Another voice approached, despite the small disruption of the cities balance of rich and poor communication, near to no attention was rising. There were only three. This new comer had been watching the other boys moves, assessing them actually. He was shorter than the younger in trouble but near the same in weight. The teacher brothers brown eyes caught glaze in the reflective decorative windows of the church near by, blood like red was hinted in his iris's, he could hear the heavens holy bells ring as he watched the event before him. 

The caught attempted thief was trying to wriggle out of the older mans grip when he was distracted from the intruders threat. "C-Cups w-what are you doing?" The grasped victim asked with a shaky tone, the one called 'Cups' just gave a smile of confidence as he walked forwards with his hands in his stitched pockets towards the two. To tell you the truth the man involved was practically both confused and in complete awe over this other boys step up towards him.

"Don't worry Mugs... I got this.." He says looking up through his blonde scruffy hair. Suddenly releasing his hands from his pockets and waving them about to get no prideful attention he bellowed at the top of his lungs: "NONCE!! NONCE!!!" The various men and women turned around in disgust and fear at the man who had a hold of Mug's, with that letting him go from shock and disbelief in himself. The sudden turn of emotion displayed by his seemingly threatening thieves brother. Mug's scampered away towards Cup's, and before any eyes could be turned towards the pair of dirty blonde headed brothers, they were gone.

Running to the farthest alley, that of course was empty from homeless, alcoholic's and other such beings, they stopped to catch their breath. The running didn't exhaust them but rather their immature laughing. Either based upon what Cup's did, the mans timeless reaction, or most likely the fact that yet again they had ruined another rich gentleman's trust and reputation. Yet just staying there wasn't going to feed them or shelter them, but you have to admit it was important to keep each other happy when they're all they have... even if that's during an attempted escape from being caught pickpocketing... "S-so...um how did I do?" Mug's asked, leaning against the grimy slum wall.

"Um...well I suppose, I mean, practice makes pwerfect' so it weren't bad... aside from the fact that I had to rescue yo' ass again after you gat' cwaught'...again..." The older brother replied with a half sour tone, he didn't want to be too harsh but he had to be honest. His brother frowned a little from the feedback. "Relax Mug's yer' doin' fine... next time will be the one kay'?" He asks with a half smile, due to the bitter air each day made it harder for him to do so. "Besides... yer' wouldn' have ta' do it if I didn' bash ma' hand up..." He says flatly with irritancy, he raised his blooded fist, the palms skin cut deep with an infected sting, barely covered by a small rag from his own torn, faded shirt. Cup's had been teaching his younger brother how to professionally pickpocket like him, of course he learnt from other sources but it's all he knew education wise at this point. They were too big now to be chimney sweep workers, and they certainly didn't want to risk their lives in a machine ridden factory. So the next best thing to stealing as pickpockets on the dingy streets, was stealing directly from the wealthy's homes. Most would say a dumb ass move...

Later as the evening approached with orange delight. The two brothers made it past the last night standers with quiet murderous caution. Alas! An open window at last that did not require a skilful hand to pick open golden locks. The older peers inside of the luxurious building in search of either thoughtful food or sellable riches. "Who's place is i' this time, Cup?" Asks the whispering voice from behind." Cup's replied to reveal that the residence was the affluent Drew Manner, belonging to Dr Joey Drew and his son-....who he could never remember his name. It didn't matter, right?

"Jackpot!" Cup's whisper shouted suddenly clambering inside, with his youngest behind him. Before him was a vast open space, and at the end a grand staircase spiralling upwards to the towering buildings top floor. Flooring was of polished black marble, with room corner pillars of the same material. Silver plated items glistened around the night like room, the darkness illuminated by dazzling treasures for the taking, from dim candles to the dark oak table placed so neatly in front of a titanic open fireplace, the guard itself glistened with delight. "Hehehe.. so Mug's... what should we take first?" He ever so stupidly said aloud all the while spinning in the fabulous room, to observe the many wonders around him.

"Um...C-Cup...?" Mug's voice shook as he walked backwards towards the open window. Cup's stopped and looked down as he followed his cautious brothers eyes. He found himself standing upon a red stained pentagram. A loud crash of metal vibrated across the floor like an alarming earthquake.

"What are you doing in my house!!??" Came a young boys voice from behind Cup's, his back was to him standing upon the stone staircase. Now rolling upon the floor, blood leaked from the round basin.

The brothers pupils shrunk in size.

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Hi hope ya'll liked the first chapter, tell me your feedback and please do ask any questions if you have them about my story so far. Honestly I didn't intend for it to be as detailed and as long as it is... whoops, well I know this is only supposed to be a side project thingy majiggy... so I can't promise that the other chapters will be the same. Hope you enjoyed!. <3 ASK QUESTIONS!!!

-Peri :3