Before I was injected, I read somewhere where a character said to another, "We don't cause trouble, trouble finds me" or something like that. That's exactly the case if you're a Freak. It doesn't matter where, who or what you are. Trouble always find you. Citizen, Freak, Military or Crippled. Even... Corrupted. Like Cathal.
Breathing in and clearing the thoughts from my mind, I picked up my pace and caught up to Rose and Erik, who were looking for Cathal. John, Page and Timmy had decided to stay where our 'base' was and further improve our plans to escape the ever-present walls of Kinetown.
In this part of the slums there were slabs of concrete that formed stairs heading for the rooftops. The staircases always began right were everybody's heads were. Ducking, you chuckled when Erik hit his head on one of them and let out a groan. He held his head for a couple more seconds then walked on, being more careful to watch for the staircases.
Boarding one staircase, we stepped on the cement rooftops. The sun and wind blew us back a bit but we adjusted quickly. Hearing a commotion in the alleyway to our right we hunched in a position where they probably couldn't see us and we could see them.
My eyes widened as a wave of shock, happiness and fear coursed through my body. Rose, noticing this whispered, "Who are they?"
"Allie. Allie and Justin. And they happen to have a whole lot of Military with them."
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Don't Feed the Freaks (character x reader style)
ActionAs a Citizen, you're granted infinite happiness, wealth and success. As a Freak, you're granted endless violence, inequality and hate. It all depends on one. Little. Beep. Inspired by the Autodale series by David Armsby, Game Over and Strings Attac...
