Corrupted Heart

Chapter One

Narrator: 

(Above Right) Echo is a strange girl in her late teens, who is very imaginative. She comes from a poor unfortunate background, lives on the streets, and tends to cause chaos everywhere she goes. Echo doesn't like being told what to do by police, adults, and people who don't know her from Eve. She has a Boston accent, and she uses profanity quite a bit. She will be one of the main characters in this book. She has golden eyes, deep bags under her eyes, pale skin, short Onyx hair that she can't seem to style correctly, and a large scar over her face. She has a terrible habit of smoking, and if she doesn't smoke at least six times a day, she tends to get very violent. 

(above left) Joker is an abnormal boy in his late teens, that is continuously in and out of mental facilities. His parents don't know what to do with him anymore, and he has gotten expelled from multiple schools, the police have given up on him, he always seems to find a way to cause a bit of trouble from the smallest thing. He has left many people injured ranging from adults to teens his age. He uses profanity and has a Jamaican accent. He has long crimson dreads, multicolored eyes, one red and the other yellow; he is growing facial hair and a strong ego to go with it. You can mainly find him with a knife or cigarette in his hand. He can be very sweet or very violent.

Wisteria, Wild, Zalgo, SangWoo, Apollonia, The Slender Family, proxies, Tommy, who will be two years older now, etc. The viewpoint will be from more of Echo and Joker's view and occasionally 3rd POV or Another character POV. Let's begin.

Echo's POV:

"Oi Get the fuck out of my alley ya prick." I spat at a guy that I always seemed to have problems with. He was always doing something to piss me off royally to where I had to get violent to get him away. I wasn't really one to be mean since I was also just like him, living on the streets and causing trouble, but I'm a 17-year-old girl. If I say get the fuck away from me, I fucking mean it. "Ah shut up girly. I ain't botherin' you." He says, sitting against the wall, but I noticed he was breathing heavily. Was he running or get into a fight? Either way, he was about to get fucked up. "The fuck you talkin' to? I know you ain't talkin' ta me." I say, swiftly opening my butterfly knife and glaring at the man. He just never learned, did he? Granted, I might like to scare people and injure them... I'd never kill anyone. The most I'd do was give surface cuts or flash the knife to scare them away; I've never had to fatally hurt someone thankfully. "Just gimme a minute, will you? I'm old okay? Running from police drains me more then it does you." He huffs, and I shake my head, wanting to go for a walk now. If he had the police on his trail, him being near me would only get my ass in trouble. "Fine. I'll give ya an hour, but if ya here by the time I get back. There'll be a problem." I say picking up all my belongings, which wasn't much. Just an over the shoulder backpack with an extra pair of clothes and shoes, a few notebooks and art supplies, some food I managed to get my hands on, and a few weapons. I had a secret area a few blocks from here that I hid in when this guy came around, it had the rest of my stuff there. So far, no one has bothered me there, so I guess no one knew about it. "Thank you." I hear him say, and I grunt, leaving the alley and walking towards my hide out. Thankfully I managed to make a bed out of a bunch of old blankets and I found a pillow at an abandoned house. Later today I'm supposed to be heading towards those apartments again to see if I can find anything else. I needed new clothes honestly and I hated going to the shelters to get them, so I went to lots of old houses or apartments to see if I could find anything. I was happy to find a large box in the attic of a house one time, it had lots of clothes in it. I luckily fit most of them. The rest I brought to an alley I knew was housing a family. I might be a street kid but I still helped a few people around me. I stop at the alleyway that leads to the door of my hideout and look around before ducking under the boards and heading in. I slip in the door and lock the door with the chains, I walk through the rooms that I was very familiar with, looking over the make-shift bed and little table I had. I set my bag down and take off my flannel, setting down on the blanket mound. "Map. Where's my map?" I say feeling around my pockets and I feel it in my back pocket. I pull it out and lay it in front of me, placing the rocks on the corners so I can study the areas I haven't been too yet. "So I finished the north, and I got one more for the east till it's done. So I'll just move to the South after I'm done with the east. If I do this quick enough, and properly I can cut my time by thirty minutes if I take the back route, evading possible cop confrontation. But since it's around six in the afternoon already... I might have to stay there over night. Which I don't want to do." I say out loud looking over the areas that I've marked abandoned. I've been all over, looking in every neighborhood, and alley marking abandoned places and available alleys. Since I've grown up on the streets, I've become very truthworthy to other street dwellers. I can point out places to raid, sleep, set up home, and to hide from police. Lots of people call me Echo, which is the name I was given by a few people when I was younger. Their explantation was no one can pinpoint me, I left echos of where I was but I'm long gone by the time you could possibly figure where I was. "But if I hold this off till tomorrow, I might run out of supplies. I need more charcoal for my heater, and I need to see if I can find more food. Plus alleyway 684 asked for new shoes for her two kids, which means I gotta go out and risk it. And I need to visit alleyway 457 to see what he wanted." I sigh annoyed and find myself at a crossroad. If I don't go tonight, I might get yelled at, and if I do there is risk of getting caught. I didn't like either of the outcomes honestly. "Gahhhhhh." I groan and flop backwards. "I'll just go damn it."