Entwined

Chapter 2: Games

Chapter 2: Games

One Month Later

        I could hear the growing roar of the subway, just before seeing it materialize in the distance. Feeling fearless, I inched my toes closer to the edge of the hazardous-yellow platform and pitched forward. The feeling of exhilaration, which I often chased, grew in my gut and sent pleasant shivers racing up my spine.

        One – I took a breath as I waited for the massive shape to charge closer towards me. The time was close to 4:00am at this point, and so I did not feel the immediate need to be inconspicuous about my thirst for danger.

        Well, that was until I heard the common intake of breath.

        "HEY, YOU! GET AWAY FROM THE EDGE! WHAT ARE YOU, SUICIDAL?" A burly man in a construction outfit jogged around the corner of the empty station; his features were twisted in alarm and annoyance.

         Sigh.

        I waved my hand lazily and straightened abruptly just as the train whipped by my still figure.

         As inconsiderate as it may be to say, I have always enjoyed the look of disbelief on stranger's faces as they watch me stare down death. In the midst of my inner rambling, I caught the burly man grumble something about drug addicts under his breath; I chose to ignore him as I busied myself with combing back my windblown hair.

        I mean, I couldn't really blame the guy; there must be something unscrewed within me, to explain the reason why I enjoy dancing around the possibly of death.

        A light chime echoed through the empty station, indicating the opening of the sliding metal doors before me. I stepped inside the deserted cart and slipped into the first available seat to my left.

        As the subway began to jerk back into its rhythmic speed, I gazed at my reflection in the window on the opposite side of the cart.

        I suppressed a sigh, as I noticed the skin around my right cheek and eye beginning to darken into a nasty purple shade. What a shiner I've got. I smirked at the reflection lazily, before slouching down further in my seat to stretch out my sore legs.

        I'd heal quickly, but not as quickly as I could have. I blame fate for deciding to rule me this injustice half-breed life.

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        I climbed the station staircase towards the surface and smiled slightly as the clear, starry night sky appeared into view. I love the night, because I felt as if I could do whatever I pleased without having to concern myself with dodging the suspicious gazes of mortals.

        In the darkness of the night, I followed the sidewalk and kept my shoulders hitched up and eyes diverted from the road. I had been to plenty of cities in my travels but for some reason, prostitution seemed to be quite the popular activity for girls my age in this particular place.

        Frankly, I'm doing my best to seem invisible to those dirty men because if they had tried to pick me up, they'd be dead. If you think I'm joking, or adding in a playful threat, I honour your optimism. A scoff tumbled from my lips as I kicked a few pebbles scattered across the concrete. Perhaps any trying man should ask Reid what it's like to make a move on me.

        Let me be painfully blunt for a moment. Even though I left Reid's pack a month ago, I am still every bit of the rogue that I was raised to be. I don't care about anyone; I can be vulgar, foul, irrational, and extremely violent. In fact, I hope you begin to understand my lifestyle choices revolve around those exact characteristics.