the Boy at the End of the Lollipop Rainbow

《•1•》「Ξƞεʀϑψ ϲαƞƞɸτ βε Сʀεατεδ ƞɸʀ Dεστʀɸψεδ」

Inertia Slay was what you would call a 'bad girl'.

At the age of seven, she had: hijacked her mums bike, Hotwired her dad's car, ripped pretty much all her jeans, and completely destroyed the English language.

She ran all this through her mind as she felt her back come in contact with a brick wall. Well, so much for escaping. She looked around her, trying to find a way out, but it was in vain. There were black figures looming over her, coming loser by the second. One of them took a step into 5e light, and she gasped. It was a boy, almost the same age as her, but he had dirty blonde hair and bright, green eyes.

"We just want to help you." The boy said, taking another step forwards.

Inertia looked at the men. In the back of her mind, she could feel them coming closer, but she couldn't concentrate on that now. Mustering up the last of her courage, she took a brave step forwards.

"Help with what?" She asked, glaring at all of them in turn.

Now, just imagine their faces when they all, in turn, began to drop to the floor, writhing in agony. But, as the Law of Preservation of Energy clearly states, energy cannot be created nor destroyed. And they had a hell lot of adrenaline in them. But Inertia didn't even look dazed. She just stared straight ahead, straight into the eyes of the strange boy.

Then, she gasped.

His hair had been dirty blonde, but now it was white as snow. His eyes were a piercing blue, and she physically flinched at the intensity of his glare.

"Don't make me hurt you. You know I can." He growled, taking a menacing step forwards.

Then, his expression softened.

"Don't worry. I just said all that because one of them were still conscious. I'm just like you, and a few months ago I was in this same position. They cornered me in an alley. I honestly stood no chance." He sighed, as though remembering things he would rather forget.

"They didn't ask me anything. Just grabbed me and pulled me up. Then, the guy holding me died. Ended up just like that," he pointed to one of the men, who seemed to have fallen into cardiac arrest. "They took more caution then. Only grabbed me by my clothes. I want to help you, but you'll have to trust me. I can't say things will go back to normal, because they won't. Your life from now is going to be a living hell. But," he paused, as though searching for a reason she should trust him.

"But, if you trust me, your life is going to be less of s living hell. It will only get worse if you resist. Trust me from personal experience." He smiled at her, and she had this feeling it was genuine. His brown eyes were just to soft to do any harm. Wait, brown!?

Inertia blinked, then stared, then blinked again because all the staring was making her eyes dry.

"But your, like, seven!" She exclaimed, voice going a pitch or two higher than normal.

"Yes. I am." He said, staring calmly ahead. His hair was now brown, matching with his brown eyes and tan complexion.

"Okay. So, they want me, and...how many others?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Two more. We're four altogether." He explained.

"Okay, But-" she began.

"Shhhh! They're waking up!" He exclaimed.

Then, before she could even blink, He had cuffed her hands behind her back and kicked her to her knees. She didn't even notice he had covered her eyes in a blindfold and put a gag in her mouth until the scratchy fabric made contact with her eyes. She tried to cry out in pain, but only muffled groans were produced as she coked on her words.

"Good. You got her. That'll earn you a reward." One of the officers said, standing up.

Inertia didn't even have to look. She could tell he was limping because of the way his back had set and locked. And his knees couldn't straighten, almost as though something was preventing them from doing so. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew. She also knew she had done it.

She collapsed to her side in muffled giggles. She had made them feel pain. And she could do it again. She knew how to now. If they hurt her, she would hurt them right back. And if they hurt her friends...

...well, let's just hope they didn't hurt her friends.

Cause if they did,

There would be hell to pay.

And something told her she wouldn't be fazed in the slightest. Something told her she would smile trough their turtle. She didn't know how she knew, she just knew. And she was going to prove what she knew was right. One way or another.

She would do good.

She was rolling by now, and it didn't take a genius to realize her muffled choking noises were laughter. You didn't even have to be smart to notice the wet spots on her blindfolds were tears. By then, the officers were getting worried. Had they accidentally injected her with laughing juice? Maybe, as they had been writhing on the floor in agony. One of them could have let the needle loose.

But there were no signs of needle produced injuries on her. There was no needle sticking out of her neck, and there were no hole signs. No signs of a puncture at all.

The men looked at each other:

She was going to be trouble.

A lot of trouble.

Like, a hella lot.