The Unlovables

Delta - 1

I pulled the hood lower on my head, praying that none of the guards would notice me. I stuck close to the shadows, paying close attention to my surroundings. The gates were only a few yards away, I could get there before the next rotation if I was fast enough. I quickened my pace, limping slightly from my recent beating. Everything hurt, but I was so close. It would all be worth it if I could just last a little longer. The gate was in my reach, but then I heard it.

The alarm.

My mother knew I was gone, and now the guards were headed towards me at full speed.

No.

I worked too hard for this. I need to move. NOW.

     My eyes made contact with a guard, and I froze. Come on legs, move! You're almost there! Only a few more steps!

     I broke out of my trance and bolted. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins as I ran. My legs were aching, but I ignored the pain. I was too close to give up. That's when I felt it.

     Something sharp hit my nape, and next thing I knew, I crumpled to the ground. The last thing I saw was someone screaming in the distance before everything went dark.
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Warm.

I felt warm.

Where was I?

     I slowly opened my eyes, blinding light being the first thing I saw. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took in my surroundings. I was most definitely NOT in Hell anymore. I must have fallen through the gate before I completely blacked out. As I looked around, I noticed that I was lying down in an alleyway. I attempted to rise into a sitting position, but failed as a painful sensation filled my head. Tightly gripping my hair, I took deep breaths as I tried to rid myself of the pain. After the pain subsided, I figured that I must have hit my head when I blacked out. Carefully, I stood up, bracing myself against the wall I was against. The world was spinning, but I slowly started to walk out towards the road. It was much brighter out in the open compared to the dim alleyway I was lying in. As I stared out into the crowds of people, I saw a plethora of different races walking about. I've never seen so many in one place, at least not alive. I slowly stepped out into the streets, multiple pairs of eyes immediately staring at me.

     Oh yeah. I'm part demon. They're probably scared of me. We are known as the most evil race.

     I pulled my hood further down my head, hoping to conceal the anti-cross markings underneath my eyes. They're a dead giveaway to what I am. But people still stared at me. It wasn't until I looked through a window that I saw why.

I looked like absolute shit.

     My face was covered in scrapes and bruises, my clothes absolutely filthy. You could see blood seeping through the fabric of my jeans. Not to mention the huge black eye forming on my face. I looked like a train hit me. I need a place to clean up. I started scanning around, before my gaze landed on a small convenience store. Good thing I stole some money before I left.

     As I entered the store, I immediately went to the clothing section. Didn't grab anything fancy, just some jeans and a hoodie. I also grabbed a hair brush and some first aid supplies before paying and going to the restroom. I cleaned myself up and tried to make myself as presentable as possible before leaving. I stared at myself in the mirror, hand resting on the shaved side of my head. I didn't look as bad as before, but my markings were still a problem.

Oh well, nothing I can do about it.

     I cautiously exited the store, making sure no guards were around. After making sure the coast was clear, I set out. I know I need a place to live, but I need a job first. I aimlessly started to walk about, getting lost in my thoughts.

     That was until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

     I turned around, only to see a human standing before me.

     "Excuse me," they nervously asked. "I work for a nearby club called Ben's Faeries, and I was wondering if you would be interested in applying for a job there?"

     They looked up at me with hopeful eyes, waiting for a response.

     Well then, it looks like I found myself a job.