Waves rolled above the ground in clear glittering heat. The sky hung with musty clouds, broadcasting the chance of a storm.
Rat weaved through the dust, spooking a lizard from it's perch on a stone, the small child chittering nervoulsy as electricity crackled in the air.
Despite the heat, Rat wore heavy ragged clothing, rabbit fur lining his combat boots. With his bright white hair in braided crowns around his head and gold tattoos swirling underneath his eyes designating him apart of the lowest ranking class, Highers looked at him with disgust whenever they traded at his booth in the market. Which happened rarely.
The boy's dark skin flushed from running as he skidded to a panting halt in front of the city wall. Rat's eyes score the wall for the gaps in the moss that mark the hole that the Highest still don't know about.
Rat let out a relevied puff of air as he found it, moving cobblestones with his dirty cloth rapped hands. Curfue was almost upon the city and the snipers that guarded the border would be up soon.
At the thought of being shot, Rat heaved the last stone from the hole and crawled through the tight space. The small boy kept shifting through the dusty sand until his fingers touched the worn concrete of the street edge.
Rat pulled himself into the grey light of the now raining sky, getting to his feet and dusting off his soil covered pants.
Looking around wearily, Rat's dark eyes took in the massive city in front of him and the security camera above his head. From the experience of taking this path many times, the child easily weaved through the blind spots of the cameras and slipped into a door on the side of a sleek apartment building.
Rat climbed the stairs by two, arriving on the roof in no time and pattering towards the edge. From the top of the building, Rat looked at the city border.
Lightning flashed against the wall as it reached toward the sky, at least a hundred feet tall.
Rat peered at the closest building, calculating the distance. He stepped away from the ledge, bent down and untied a brightly patterned scarf from just below his knee. Rat stood back up and wound the fabric around his hair and face, leaving his bright eyes the only things visible.
Narrowing said eyes, Rat backed to the end of the building and turned, sprinting towards the closest building and leaping off the edge.
He landed successfully and rolled to break the fall, quickly standing back up.
Rain started to hail relentlessly against Rat as he continued to jump from building to building, scale walls and slide down slanted roofs.
The boy stopped when he arrived in the area of the city designated for the Lowest. A lot of the house were unkept and covered in moss and wildflowers, and made up of cheap light woods and cobblestones. Instead of Air Conditioning and heating like in the Higher's houses, these had simple fireplaces and strategically placed venting.
Rat jumped off of the low hang of the last middle class building and dropped to the earth, splashing mud onto his boots. The heavy rain obscured him from any onlookers as he picked the difficult lock of the gate separating the Lowest from the Middles and Highers during curfue.
When the final tumbler clicked into place, the child slipped through the gate undetected and padded silently through the street, turning into an alleyway.
Rat smiled as his silver eyes landed upon the door at the end of the alleyway. It was an old thing, dark oak and green tinted with age-old moss. The copper doorknob was green in some places from being worn down by weary hands.
The boy stepped up to the threshold and grabbed a hold of the knob, opening the door. Golden light spilled on to the street and Rat quickly shut the door behind him.
When a stampede of feet cascaded near him, the boy twirled around and opened his arms wide, pulling off his scarf.
Two small children rounded the corner and ran straight into Rat's open arms, enclosing themselves into a hug.
Rat gently pushed them away and knelt down, opening a oil-clothed pocket in his pants, pulling out two loaves of bread.
Holding out the food, he smiled at the two, "Here you go,"
"Really?!" They widened their eyes and grinned at him.
Rat nodded and the kids grabbed the breads, and taking off around the corner again to screech to Mother about something.
Rat followed after them, spotting his mother at the loom and smiling.
He paused in the doorway to watch his family happily.
He's home.
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I honestly dont know where I was going with this when I started writing on the bus home from school, but... I'm super proud of myself! 800 words!!!!!!!!
Sorry it's pretty bad.
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