Danger Days; The True Lives of the Real Exterminators
Zone One
"Saski, shut up!" Christian growled, pulling her blanket further over her shoulders. The singing child silenced instantly and sat back down by her side, watching her sister with wide and terrified eyes.
Sometimes Christian terrified me. She was a bitter and evil young lady, with a vicious strength trapped inside her. Her raven black hair was cut short, away from her face. The only colour in her deathly white face was her crystal blue eyes, dead to any emotion. Her cheekbones were high and shaped two canyons into her face. A scar ran underneath her right eye, though it had faded into a grey line. She was dark and quiet, often sneaking away late at night to release her pent up desires. She was a murderer and proud of it. She enjoyed the thrill of playing with death, she enjoyed the screams and pleas for mercy. Her dark fantasies stemmed from me, and my passion for the thrill of the chase. Saski on the other hand, was a sweet and loving little thing. She loved nothing more than singing a dancing to the silence. Her eyes were wide green orbs, shining from within her head. They accentuated the golden glow of her chubby little cheeks and cute button nose. Her hair was similar to her sister's: short and messy. She stuck by my side through thick and thin, and she protected me. Together, the three of us as a family struggled on.
"Leave her, Saski. She's in a bad mood." I grumbled quietly so as not to wake the sleeping evil. I scooped the younger child up into my arms and cradled her close. Her warm body pressed against mine as little six year old arms wrapped around me. Her soft hands stroked my neck, unknowingly calming my ever tense nerves. I sat down on the fraying couch and sighed, cuddling my child closer to me.
The house we lived in was ridiculous. It was a one room shack on the outskirts of Battery City. It was free, so all my money went to my children and my drug habit. We slept, ate and lived in that one room, all three of us. There was no privacy, forcing tensions to rise to unbearable levels. Everything was dirty and slimy and the girls were often ill. It was dark and musky, like an old fashioned jail cell.
A knock echoed from the door, scaring me out of my wits. Christian sat bolt upright and glared at the door like she was trying to see through it. Saski coward away and hid beneath my arms, nibbling on her lip. I pushed her off me and stumbled towards the door, opening it slowly. They were Better Living officials, here to wipe out the Killjoys. I hated being a cheap little Killjoy, unable to get a job and hooked on drugs. My life was a fucking let down, and now I was the lowest scum in the whole of the city.
"Tsunami, I believe?" The woman asked. She was Japanese, like most Better Living workers. Her hair was as black as night and her eyes matched. She wore a grey suit and a plastic smile to hide her obvious emotionless soul.
I nodded in disbelief and fear, knowing they were here to kill us.
"We're looking for Exterminators to sort out the Killjoy problem. We've been watching you for some time and we think you may benefit from our scheme," she explained, holding out her hand to one of the accompanying Draculoids. He placed a few pieces of paper and some keys in her hand, which she held out for me to take. "If you take up the position, you can move into the heart of the Battery City straight away and have a better life for you and your children. The address and your station is there too." And with that, she left, along with her convoy of soulless emotion suckers.
I examined the piece of paper as I shut the door. The address she had given me was literally on the same street as S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W - the place that all Killjoys feared. The Better Living's headquarters, slap bang in the centre of the city. It could be seen for miles around and was a fabulous piece of architecture. It sent me to Base 5, which was rumoured to be where all the toughest Better Living workers worked from.
I folded the paper and slipped it along with the keys into my pocket, before dumping myself down on the couch. Saski crawled over to me and sat on my lap.
"Are we going?" She asked timidly.
I loved murder. I loved the rush of power that I feel when taking a human life. Imagine doing the thing you adored for the cause you wanted everyday of your life? It was like a dream to me; to wipe out the Killjoys by extermination. I could stop selling out my body, and earn enough money for my life drugs. My girls would be save in the city, away from all the evil Killjoy activities. It was an offer I couldn't turn down, it was too good to be true.
"We're going, and it's all going to get a lot better." I replied with a little smile. "It's getting late, you should be asleep." I informed her. She huffed and jumped from my lap, changing behind the make shift screen into her night clothes. She slipped beneath the blanket she shared with me and fell silent.
Christian got up and approached me slowly. She terrified me with her silence and death glares. She sat down by my side and sighed. "I can do it too, you know." She hinted.
I shook my head. "You're too young."
"I'm seventeen!"
"You're still my little girl!" I shouted. She backed away, as though she was afraid of me. I sighed and shook my head. "I'm afraid of something bad happening to you. And besides, I need someone to look after Saski while I work."
Christian came closer again and wrapped her arm around my shoulders. She was tough and frighting, but deep down she was very loving. "I can take care of myself, and Saski can start going to school! Listen, I promise you I can do this. I'm just as strong as you, I can help you earn more money. If you give me a chance, I'll prove it to you." She stared at me straight in the eye, her crystal clear gaze shining with sincerity and honesty.
I bit my lip and sighed. She might hurt me if I said no. "Alright, but when we're out in the Zones you better fucking listen to me, I know best." I growled. "Go back to sleep, we're leaving as soon as we awake and I don't want you being a bleary eyed pain in the ass!"
She obeyed and crept back towards her make shift bed, slipping quietly beneath the covers. It felt strange, to allow her to just walk into such a violent world. She was strong, but was she strong enough? Deciding I needed some sleep myself, I stumbled towards the cabinet and found my happy pills. An overdoes always helped me sleep.
Sometimes Christian terrified me. She was a bitter and evil young lady, with a vicious strength trapped inside her. Her raven black hair was cut short, away from her face. The only colour in her deathly white face was her crystal blue eyes, dead to any emotion. Her cheekbones were high and shaped two canyons into her face. A scar ran underneath her right eye, though it had faded into a grey line. She was dark and quiet, often sneaking away late at night to release her pent up desires. She was a murderer and proud of it. She enjoyed the thrill of playing with death, she enjoyed the screams and pleas for mercy. Her dark fantasies stemmed from me, and my passion for the thrill of the chase. Saski on the other hand, was a sweet and loving little thing. She loved nothing more than singing a dancing to the silence. Her eyes were wide green orbs, shining from within her head. They accentuated the golden glow of her chubby little cheeks and cute button nose. Her hair was similar to her sister's: short and messy. She stuck by my side through thick and thin, and she protected me. Together, the three of us as a family struggled on.
"Leave her, Saski. She's in a bad mood." I grumbled quietly so as not to wake the sleeping evil. I scooped the younger child up into my arms and cradled her close. Her warm body pressed against mine as little six year old arms wrapped around me. Her soft hands stroked my neck, unknowingly calming my ever tense nerves. I sat down on the fraying couch and sighed, cuddling my child closer to me.
The house we lived in was ridiculous. It was a one room shack on the outskirts of Battery City. It was free, so all my money went to my children and my drug habit. We slept, ate and lived in that one room, all three of us. There was no privacy, forcing tensions to rise to unbearable levels. Everything was dirty and slimy and the girls were often ill. It was dark and musky, like an old fashioned jail cell.
A knock echoed from the door, scaring me out of my wits. Christian sat bolt upright and glared at the door like she was trying to see through it. Saski coward away and hid beneath my arms, nibbling on her lip. I pushed her off me and stumbled towards the door, opening it slowly. They were Better Living officials, here to wipe out the Killjoys. I hated being a cheap little Killjoy, unable to get a job and hooked on drugs. My life was a fucking let down, and now I was the lowest scum in the whole of the city.
"Tsunami, I believe?" The woman asked. She was Japanese, like most Better Living workers. Her hair was as black as night and her eyes matched. She wore a grey suit and a plastic smile to hide her obvious emotionless soul.
I nodded in disbelief and fear, knowing they were here to kill us.
"We're looking for Exterminators to sort out the Killjoy problem. We've been watching you for some time and we think you may benefit from our scheme," she explained, holding out her hand to one of the accompanying Draculoids. He placed a few pieces of paper and some keys in her hand, which she held out for me to take. "If you take up the position, you can move into the heart of the Battery City straight away and have a better life for you and your children. The address and your station is there too." And with that, she left, along with her convoy of soulless emotion suckers.
I examined the piece of paper as I shut the door. The address she had given me was literally on the same street as S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W - the place that all Killjoys feared. The Better Living's headquarters, slap bang in the centre of the city. It could be seen for miles around and was a fabulous piece of architecture. It sent me to Base 5, which was rumoured to be where all the toughest Better Living workers worked from.
I folded the paper and slipped it along with the keys into my pocket, before dumping myself down on the couch. Saski crawled over to me and sat on my lap.
"Are we going?" She asked timidly.
I loved murder. I loved the rush of power that I feel when taking a human life. Imagine doing the thing you adored for the cause you wanted everyday of your life? It was like a dream to me; to wipe out the Killjoys by extermination. I could stop selling out my body, and earn enough money for my life drugs. My girls would be save in the city, away from all the evil Killjoy activities. It was an offer I couldn't turn down, it was too good to be true.
"We're going, and it's all going to get a lot better." I replied with a little smile. "It's getting late, you should be asleep." I informed her. She huffed and jumped from my lap, changing behind the make shift screen into her night clothes. She slipped beneath the blanket she shared with me and fell silent.
Christian got up and approached me slowly. She terrified me with her silence and death glares. She sat down by my side and sighed. "I can do it too, you know." She hinted.
I shook my head. "You're too young."
"I'm seventeen!"
"You're still my little girl!" I shouted. She backed away, as though she was afraid of me. I sighed and shook my head. "I'm afraid of something bad happening to you. And besides, I need someone to look after Saski while I work."
Christian came closer again and wrapped her arm around my shoulders. She was tough and frighting, but deep down she was very loving. "I can take care of myself, and Saski can start going to school! Listen, I promise you I can do this. I'm just as strong as you, I can help you earn more money. If you give me a chance, I'll prove it to you." She stared at me straight in the eye, her crystal clear gaze shining with sincerity and honesty.
I bit my lip and sighed. She might hurt me if I said no. "Alright, but when we're out in the Zones you better fucking listen to me, I know best." I growled. "Go back to sleep, we're leaving as soon as we awake and I don't want you being a bleary eyed pain in the ass!"
She obeyed and crept back towards her make shift bed, slipping quietly beneath the covers. It felt strange, to allow her to just walk into such a violent world. She was strong, but was she strong enough? Deciding I needed some sleep myself, I stumbled towards the cabinet and found my happy pills. An overdoes always helped me sleep.
@Lyra
Thank you, I will now (:
12/31/13