A Freak of Nature or A Beautiful Beast

Something Is Wrong With You

As I lay down, my thoughts began to swirl, all the way back to when I was a kid. I loved my life on the Arc; our family, we were actually happy. The hardest part was getting everyone into the panels whenever the guards came around, but we'd got so used to it it was like an everyday drill. Just as I was drifting to sleep, with a small smile on my face as I remembered my siblings, I heard a cry, almost like a whimper out in the woods. For fuck sake, I cannot catch a break tonight! I got up quietly so as not to wake anyone else, but Tash was already up. We silently signalled to one another to investigate the noise. Other people were awake, but didn't seem to care, so we made our way over. As we got there, we saw a small girl, with blonde plaits, writhing in her sleep. 

"Hey, kid. It's just a dream." I gently shook her awake, and she woke with a start. Her face was innocence and pain all at once, and something about her reminded me so strongly of one of our sisters back on the Arc, Nadia. She was so happy all the time, but she'd have her moments of darkness. Just like we all did. The gene never got past the beginning stages though for her, and from then on, she was a ray of sunshine. Slamming back to reality, I heard Tash talking to who I know knew as Charlotte.

"It's...my parents. They were floated and..and... I see it in my dreams and..." Charlotte trailed off, and Tash was so much better at talking to people than I was. As much as I hated most living beings, Charlotte was different. Almost like my little sister. As Tash continued talking to her, I left to go back to sleep, because if I didn't get at least a couple hours of sleep, I knew tomorrow would be a very interesting day for anyone who annoyed me. I made a vow then to protect Charlotte, because she was essentially defenceless against some of the arseholes in here. 

Morning broke, and voices chattered and people moved about. Outside the tent, I could hear people laughing, some shouting, but the noise that grabbed my attention was weaponry being thrown. Sounds like something that will actually interest me for once. Tash was still asleep, but her covers were all askew. Pulling them back up to keep her warm, I made my way out of the tent, towards the sound.

"It's that damn kid. He's messing with my head," I heard Murphy say, making excuses as to why he was so shit at axe throwing. 

"Yeah, like that's a valid reason.You just can't throw weapons for shit, Murphy," I smiled sweetly at him, just to add to his anger, just as Bellamy through the axe perfectly into the tree. 

"How about you show us how," Murphy smirked. Yanking the axe out the tree, he handed it to me roughly. Bellamy gave us both a look of despair. 

"My pleasure." I arched an eyebrow and gave him a look of pure contempt. Standing a good distance away, I prepared to launch the axe, but out of the corner of m eye I spotted an opportunity to good to miss. Murphy was standing with his back to a tree, making him the perfect target. Acting as if to throw the axe straight, I turned at the last possible minute, as the axe sliced through Murphy's jacket, burying itself deep into the bark. He remained speechless, as his brain realised his life was spared by mere millimetres. 

"You missed, psycho bitch," he sneered, still shaking. 

"Oh no. I hit exactly what I wanted. If I wanted you dead, you'd be profusely bleeding out of your jugular vein by now," I smirked back as I yanked the axe out of the wood. Clearly I'd been too smug, because next thing I know, Murphy has put all of his weight behind one huge uppercut, and smacked me so hard in the jaw I had spots in my eyes. I pulled myself off the ground, and as I went to break his nose - again - I felt a pair of hands pulling me back. Turning round to shake off whoever it was, I once again came face to face with Bellamy. Just as I was about to break free, Atom came down with some of the others.

"We searched a half-mile all directions. No sign of Trina or Pascal." As he looked up, his face ridden with confusion at the current sight in front of him, he sighed, knowing that Murphy and I had been at each other's throats again.