-THE BEGINNING-

The sun was coming to an end.

The sky was turning red and only silence was to be heard.

If not for the sound of the dust that was dancing in the cool breeze.

An atmosphere that can only get you lost in thoughts when you are alone. When the road you've chosen becomes your destiny and all doubts are vanishing away, pouring out of you, like that sweat covering your skinned body. You become a walker, a survivor, leading your own path.

Because as much as the sun can shine, darkness always strikes back.
It is only at dusk, when the small joys of the day drift away from your little mind.
Only at dusk, those questions, hiding like strangers, are now more familiar than ever.
And only at dusk, as good as it can get, you know you're still alone.

And loneliness for some, is a slow killer.
As for others, their only strength.

*

Her boots were pushing deep in the sand. Making her legs weaker at every step she took. She could feel every muscles of her body trembling as gravity was becoming her enemy.

Her breathing was loud, fighting for it's own will, the rough sound of it was traveling through her brain. She felt her pulse slowing down, and for the first time, she was scared. Scared of not being good enough. Not good enough for the ones she left behind. The ones who died for her. She could not give up now.

Pain was just an old friend that stood by her side for so long, and her own reflection was just an image that reminded her of the girl she once was.

Before the drowning of her spirit
and the dying of her love.
How many times would she have to be crushed and pushed before making peace with the skies?

She had been walking for hours, or maybe days. Her mind could not figure it out. Time was a concept that didn't exist, as long as the sun was coming back, it was all that mattered.
She hadn't drink or ate anything, except for the scorpions she found on the ground.
Biting the poisoned tail off and drinking the blood first, she would chew on the creature without any expression of disgust. The texture was unpleasant, but none of this mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. For the things she loved were now gone. Except the scars remaining somewhere, in her heavy heart.

Bonnie had no choice, Bonnie had to walk. She had to hide and find a life of her own. A new identity, away from BLI. The people who manipulated her into something she wasn't. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see the face of the man who broke her soul. The man who took all of her love and peace. The man who made her empty. He was the reason why Bonnie did what she did. For a long time she waited for revenge and she waited for the right moment.
Served it right and cold.

'If they find me, they'll kill me' she whispered

She didn't have a plan for now, but she would soon need to figure out something. If the desert was to be her home, if the sand was to be her new grass, she would need a shelter and supplies. Otherwise, sooner or later the obvious would come, she would die. Death wasn't something she was scared about, she had made peace with that a while ago. But she knew her time wasn't over yet, a little glimpse of faith was still moving in her courageous being. Her will for freedom was stronger then death itself. She could still smell the scent of the grass after the rain when she dreamed at night, or hear the sound of the birds coming back home after a long winter. She knew that love could be damaged, but never be destroyed. She wanted to cure the ignorance of the world.
That sick world they built

'Just a litte more, come on, come on' she repeated to herself harshly

She tried to clean off the remaining blood on her hands with the edge of her boot. But the sand kept sticking to the red liquid. She used her shirt to whip it off.

Her pants we're ripped apart and exposing the length of her thighs. She was wearing a white BLI uniform, now covered in blood and sweat. Her lip was cracked with a deep twisted cut.

She couldn't decide if it was anger or sadness she felt in her stomach. But for once in her life she was free and that was worth any price.

The mysterious girl climbed on the top of a hill. While the wind went through her short dark hair, she watched the black smoke drowning the horizon's sky.

Out there, over the city she just escaped.
Out there, the smoke of the fire she had started, in the middle of Battery City.

'Come find me, fuckers.' she told the world

*

'We have been told that the suspect is still on the run. No further information has been giving to us. But look out on the streets, fellow citizens. Look out, for anything that looks suspicious. This girl has declared war to us all. She will burn down your houses, she will kill you in your sleep. Do not let your children out. Be on your garde tonight. Her hair is night and her skin is white as her own bones, her name is Bonnie and she is still on the run. BLI has confirmed to give a reward of 50 000$, to anyone who finds her. And for anyone who tries to follow her rebellious acts, shall die.' said the woman on the radio.

'WE HAVE TO FIND HER! WHERE IS SHE?' a tall bald man shouted out, kicking dust on the ground, his eyes full of rage. The sound of burning flames moving around the scene.

'We do not know master, we were told she already escaped the territory. But a security system has been put on execution and the Draculoids are on duty to find her, they won't stop until they do.' Said a short man, almost too careful with his words, sounding petrified. The tall bald man was looking at his own tower, burning and collapsing to the hot ground.

'I should of known. She was no good, she was a liar. I should of killed her when I found her. But she will die and i'll make sure to take care of that myself. I have to go, put all the droids down and anyone who looks suspicious. If they keep on rebelling, they might take over.' he told the short man.

'Your orders will be followed, master Korse.'

Korse looked one last time at the fire, before stepping into his car. The black engine drove off into a tunnel. The buildings of the headquarters we're completely destroyed. While the sound of the explosion have been heard everywhere in the city, only one word echoed in everyone's mind...

Bonnie.

*


'Hey Poison!' a raven haired man shouted as he got out of a Trans Am. His voice was too far for anyone to hear. He walked inside a green diner.

'POISON WHERE T'FUCK ARE YA?'

The man he called came across the side of the room, he had bright red hair and his boots made a loud noise when he walked.

'What is it, Ghoul?' He answered slowly while lighting a cigarette in between his words. The man looked unalarmed despise the sound of his friend's voice. Body pressed on a wall, facing his partner, eyes waiting for an answer.

The man called ghoul took a seat at a table booth. Shoving both of his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath before speaking.

'Fucking hell, Party, it has been confirmed. BLI was attacked. But... it was no Killjoy. They say she's a girl and still on the run, in the desert. A former BLI employee or something like that. She burned the headquarters of the city and dracs are everywhere now. We have to find her, Party.'

'Find her? Why? We don't know who she is... What makes you think she's on our side?' Party replied. The relaxed look on his face now turning cold.

'Hey listen this isn’t like anything I’ve seen before. Haven't you seen the smoke in the sky? The person who did this had their reason! We need to find that girl, Party. I know it. I thought everything was turning to shit, but this? This is a sign! It’s a fucking miracle.’ Ghoul looked down, knowing his fantasies were running wild. He knew how Party would think it was stupid. Stupid to think into some kind of magic. Party certainly did not believe in destiny.

‘A miracle?’ he laughed ‘You’re being ridiculous Ghoul. This is pathetic. How can you believe this story? As long as we know, this girl was a part of the BLI corporation. Grow up, if miracles truly existed we wouldn't be stuck into this fucking diner, killing ourselves to survive.' Party's tone was straight and monotone. He made his way to the window and took a look outside, the light was yellow and the color itself was enough to make you sweat. It looked as empty and hollow as the desert could be, but his eyes were lost at the scene. Not just like any other day. Something was troubling him.

'Th-they say she's called Bonnie...' Ghoul's voice replied softly in the back.

Party observed the landscape and wondered who was this girl, and why did she decided to burn her own city? If she was no Killjoy, then what was she?

'If you're too damn scared, then I don't need you. What kind of freaking leader are ya...' he shot at the bright haired man, giving a last glance at his friend.

Party Poison was still by the window. The lack of emotion of his features was a look that Ghoul knew too damn well.

Ghoul had enough of the bloody headed boy and walked back out of the diner. He jumped into his car and started the engine. He desperately wanted to find the girl. He believed this was a sign and would not let this go. If Party didn't want to help or believe in him, he would have to prove him wrong.

*

Notes

This is the first chapter of my mini series. This story has been in my head for quite a while now, so there it is I guess.