Demi Owens [A Legend Fanfiction]

Chapter 20

(I only own Demi and her storyline! I don't own any gifs or pictures I put into this fanfiction!) 

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"Welcome! Pleasure doing business with you!" I wave as my eyes are fixed on a young blonde woman who is gradually blending in with the bustling crowd of the market.

When she doesn't look back at my cry, it sort of makes me wonder, why I even bother, but I am somewhat in a good mood today- or right now. Probably because I got loads of Notes from these crates of wine. Feels good, not gonna' lie.

I sold almost all of the wine we had gotten from that liquor store. Only one bottle remains, and I'm planning on keeping it for myself. 

Then again, I don't really favor drinking alcohol related beverages, but whenever Day get's his hands on something like this, it never lasts long. Maybe he likes the feeling? Or the taste? I don't know, maybe I'll ask him. Coming the think about it, I haven't asked Day about his pendent, that he's been trying to make it seem like he has it, but he can't fool me. 

He'd be considered to be on the lower part of the intelligence scale if he thought he could. 

I guess I haven't had the right time to ask him. I mean, he's always with June nowadays, hitting it off, or he's watching our surroundings like a hawk. Maybe this is what Tess feels like, always trying to talk to him, or to them by from how she watches them when they're talking to one another.

Eh, I'll just ask when Tess and June are asleep tonight. Hopefully nothing happens that causes me to postpone my curiosity. 

Shrugging, I decide to just pack up what's left of the wine- which is the bottle I'm keeping.

Picking up the bottle and secretly sliding the Notes I earned under my hat, I walk straight into the crowded market. 

I walk straight, my eyes trained on the end of the street. Occasionally, my sides get jabbed with uncontrolled elbows, or people shoving me with their damn shoulders to beat the crowd. My currently healing sides are probably gonna' need another goddy week to heal. The last time I had Tess check under the bandages, they were looking better- wonder how they look now. 

At least my hands are somewhat completely healed, and also some scabs on my face. I can't say the same about my legs though, but they're getting there too. 

During my trek down the street, I had to cling onto the wine glass, and make sure it's out of reach for those who want to try to take it for themselves. It's good that I haven't had any encounters yet. 

If I do, I'm planning on smashing the bottle on the thief's head. 

Serves them right for trying to steal from a mass criminal, or as the press and government are claiming me to be. Weird how I haven't hear any news about my outbreak from Batalla Hall. Maybe the news is being broadcasted on the JumboTrons, or possible on the newspapers, or something. I don't read the newspaper, I don't have time for that in my life now.

Almost at the end of the street that holds the market, all of a sudden screaming from Republic citizens can be heard. The people around me start running in the opposite direction, hoping not to get caught in the action, or possibly the police.

In this situation, the best course of action to take for a person like me, would be to run away. But, with me being my curious self, I stupidly walk toward the ruckus. 

As the crowd disperses, I get to witness what the H-E- double hockey sticks, is going on. 

Republic soldiers and their military jeeps are stationed all around the street's intersection, and more on their way. The new Captain, Captain Bryant, as I've discovered from when I was captured, soon to be executed- as sad as that sounds, stands with the head soldier there, talking.