The Color of her Skin.
The Hope of the Restless
A/N : THE FIRST CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED SINCE FIRST UPLOAD IN JANUARY.
(Somewhere in the desert 10.30pm)
Days in the desert always felt like an abyss. Was it from the lack of company or the ever lasting landscape reaping the fears you’ve never doubt to face? Despise all of her troubles, Bonnie could still stand on her feet. She desired water more then anything in the world. She desired a warm shower, so she could wash her wounded bruises and all of the dried mess covering her precious skin. She desired fruit, sweetness, so she could remember what being young was supposed to be.
But she desired.
A character known to man kind, creating the mayhem of this world and the colours of it. The sickness of a life time or the wonders of another. When a man desires no more, their soul is no more. Bonnie was alive, that she knew.
The night haired girl managed to find a place to sleep and rest before her body gave up. There was a small cavity laying on the side of a cliff, anybody with their right mind wouldn’t even dare to go. But the safeness of it was all she needed. Where no fellow would ever trace their foot prints, she knew that there, belonged hers. The Dracs were scatty and angry creatures, but not that wise. If anything should happen, she’d died there. She would die unnoticed. Without anyone to make her bleed, or forcing her to admit to crimes she didn’t commit.
She climbed up the small hill to reach her hiding fortress.
She laid her aching body on the cream dust and curled up against the cold ground.
Once again, solitude took a hold of her. The emptiness of her heart was mourning out and bringing wetness to her eyes. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks and touched her wounded lips, she tasted the salty liquid before falling asleep, with her gun in her hands.
*
(Zone 6 - 12.pm)
‘Why haven’t you told us Party?’ a blond man shouted before throwing an empty can on the ground.
‘Because there was nothing left to say…’ The other man replied softly while putting a log into the wild flames of a camp fire.
‘What wasn’t that important for you to tell us? Was it the part where Ghoul disappeared out of the bloom? Or the fact that there is a girl on the run who literally blew up the buildings of the headquarters? Which part was it Party, cause I don’t follow you here!’ The blond man kept his tone and rushed to face his leader.
‘What do you want me to say heh? That I failed and let one of us go? That I don’t believe in anything? That I’m a heartless bastard who wishes to die? Maybe thats right, Kobra. Maybe death is the best thing that could ever happen to me.’ As he heard the words coming out of his mouth, the feeling of desperation that haunted for so long took over his expression.
‘If death is what you wish for then why don’t you go on and kill yourself? If you die, if you see no hope for us, that means they won. It means that every Killjoys died in vain. Ghoul is right, you’re not a leader anymore. The Party I knew, my brother, has died a long time ago.’ Kobra took one last look at his brother before disappearing.
The bright red haired Killjoy sat on the ground, facing the fire with nothing left but dryness and sorrow. He wondered where the man he once was had gone. Was it because every damn day was always the same? No matter how hard he tried to fight for freedom, more blood was spilled and more lives were taken. He was a Killjoy, a rebel. He had friends and a place to sleep. But the food tasted bitter and his nights were short. He was lucky enough to have escaped BLI, but that left him with the truth. The truth was harsh and enough to make any man go crazy. So he fought, he fought against his own mind, for so, so long. And now, he was tired,
so tired.
Party stayed near the flames until his eyes felt heavy. He made his way into the green diner and crashed against his cold mattress. His demolished heart aching his entire being.
*
(Somewhere in the desert - 2.am)
An engine sound woke her up. The silence she heard for so long was now broken and her heart pounded heavily before she could open her eyes. She quickly got on her feet and held her gun in fear. She took a few steps down the busted hill, while keeping an eye on the engine that was coming closer. The sound was louder this time, but she did not recognize the vehicle. She reached the side of the road and stood behind a rock, observing the scene closely.
Do something quick her mind told her. As the smell of gasoline invaded her senses, she knew she had to do something, now. The lack of food and water made it hard to concentrate, but still, she pointed her ray gun towards the engine and pulled the trigger.
If they're Dracs, I'll kill them, I need to kill all of them
*
(Zone 3 - 2.am)
Ghoul had been driving on Guano road for several hours, lighting cigarettes after another, no sign of Dracs or mystery woman was in sight. Since he left the others, all he could think about was finding that girl. The last months in the zones had been hard for all of them, especially Party and he knew his leader was starting to lose hope. He could not let this go, he would search as long as needed. That was the only thing that made sense.
While Ghoul approached what seemed like a hill, the dunes of sand were gently brushing the curves of the height. The wind was blowing and making the earth dance. Nothing ever seemed so peaceful out here. The noises of his mind were the only distraction left. He played with the radio for awhile until finding a station. A weird chipping noise came for the speakers, followed by a creepy melody. This was probably signals from the city, as he approached the borders of the urban world.
His eyes searched the road desperately for a trace of the unknown girl, just before hearing a loud noise coming for his car. He jumped and pushed the breaks and almost crashed into what seemed like a silhouette.
The Trans Am stopped abruptly and Ghoul was faced with the darkness of the scene.
He grabbed his gun and put on his mask. The Killjoy pushed the door open and curled up behind the wheels. The stillness around him alarmed his sixth sense. Despite the lack of clarity around him, he remembered the misty silhouette.
He began crawling up against the ground, feeling the chill surface below his leathery clothes.
But again, another gun shot hit his side. The explosion was closer this time. He got unto his feet and made his way to the back of his car.
Silence, again.
*
*
(Zone 3 - 2.10am)
Bonnie kept her position and heard the sound of her gun hitting the target. The vehicle started spinning so she stepped unto the road, wanting to know who was coming her way.
The car looked nothing like what she’d seen before. It looked old and was paint in white, with the figure of a large spider painted on the top of the hood. Quickly she rushed behind the nearest cactus and waited.
A door pulled open and she could hear the heavy breathing of the man. The distance between them grew smaller when she saw the figure crawling towards her. She shot again to his side so he wouldn’t see her.
*
*
Ghoul stayed hidden for a several minutes before shooting his gun at the lost scene.
Could that be a lost Draculoid waiting for rescue? Or a Killjoy possibly having a mental breakdown?
‘WHO IS IT OUT THERE?’ He claimed loudly
No answer
He peeked his head, and tried to notice where he gun shots came from. But at the side of the road, a small foot was standing behind a large cactus. He quickly rushed towards the plant and saw the same silhouette trying to get away. He ran even faster and then threw himself on the ground, landing on a body.
‘DON’T TOUCH ME’ a woman’s voice shouted. Ghoul grabbed her hands and tried to keep her still. But the girl fought even harder and tried to bite his hands.
‘HEY HEY HEY STOP IT’! he told her
‘IF YOU DON’T LET ME GO I’LL KILL YOU’ the voice claimed in vain.
‘STOP FIGHTING AND I’LL LET YOU GO’ he stated in attempt to calm her down.
Small groans escaped her mouth before he could feel her arms giving up at his firm touch. He slowly let go of her but kept his gun in the air. The woman turned around, finally exposing her face. Ghoul got struck by what he saw. Her eyes were black, as hollow and confusing as the night. Her thin frame was covered in blood and dirt, and the expression left on her face was enough to make you shiver. She had pale skin and peachy lips, if not for all the bruises she wore. Her dark hair fell down to caress her features and sticked to the corner of her mouth, she looked up and met the eyes of her captor.
How scary and beautiful, she looked.
How tough and fragile, she looked.
The two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity
‘Who are you?’ he asked her, feeling the beat of his heart racing throughout his body
There, on the ground, she could feel the rage that was moving in her stomach, but the man facing her did not look like an enemy. He had eyes that looked at her soul, and a smile that gently brushed the corner of his lips.
‘…..Bonnie’
The man took off his mask and fell on his knees, dropping his gun to the ground.
(Somewhere in the desert 10.30pm)
Days in the desert always felt like an abyss. Was it from the lack of company or the ever lasting landscape reaping the fears you’ve never doubt to face? Despise all of her troubles, Bonnie could still stand on her feet. She desired water more then anything in the world. She desired a warm shower, so she could wash her wounded bruises and all of the dried mess covering her precious skin. She desired fruit, sweetness, so she could remember what being young was supposed to be.
But she desired.
A character known to man kind, creating the mayhem of this world and the colours of it. The sickness of a life time or the wonders of another. When a man desires no more, their soul is no more. Bonnie was alive, that she knew.
The night haired girl managed to find a place to sleep and rest before her body gave up. There was a small cavity laying on the side of a cliff, anybody with their right mind wouldn’t even dare to go. But the safeness of it was all she needed. Where no fellow would ever trace their foot prints, she knew that there, belonged hers. The Dracs were scatty and angry creatures, but not that wise. If anything should happen, she’d died there. She would die unnoticed. Without anyone to make her bleed, or forcing her to admit to crimes she didn’t commit.
She climbed up the small hill to reach her hiding fortress.
She laid her aching body on the cream dust and curled up against the cold ground.
Once again, solitude took a hold of her. The emptiness of her heart was mourning out and bringing wetness to her eyes. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks and touched her wounded lips, she tasted the salty liquid before falling asleep, with her gun in her hands.
*
(Zone 6 - 12.pm)
‘Why haven’t you told us Party?’ a blond man shouted before throwing an empty can on the ground.
‘Because there was nothing left to say…’ The other man replied softly while putting a log into the wild flames of a camp fire.
‘What wasn’t that important for you to tell us? Was it the part where Ghoul disappeared out of the bloom? Or the fact that there is a girl on the run who literally blew up the buildings of the headquarters? Which part was it Party, cause I don’t follow you here!’ The blond man kept his tone and rushed to face his leader.
‘What do you want me to say heh? That I failed and let one of us go? That I don’t believe in anything? That I’m a heartless bastard who wishes to die? Maybe thats right, Kobra. Maybe death is the best thing that could ever happen to me.’ As he heard the words coming out of his mouth, the feeling of desperation that haunted for so long took over his expression.
‘If death is what you wish for then why don’t you go on and kill yourself? If you die, if you see no hope for us, that means they won. It means that every Killjoys died in vain. Ghoul is right, you’re not a leader anymore. The Party I knew, my brother, has died a long time ago.’ Kobra took one last look at his brother before disappearing.
The bright red haired Killjoy sat on the ground, facing the fire with nothing left but dryness and sorrow. He wondered where the man he once was had gone. Was it because every damn day was always the same? No matter how hard he tried to fight for freedom, more blood was spilled and more lives were taken. He was a Killjoy, a rebel. He had friends and a place to sleep. But the food tasted bitter and his nights were short. He was lucky enough to have escaped BLI, but that left him with the truth. The truth was harsh and enough to make any man go crazy. So he fought, he fought against his own mind, for so, so long. And now, he was tired,
so tired.
Party stayed near the flames until his eyes felt heavy. He made his way into the green diner and crashed against his cold mattress. His demolished heart aching his entire being.
*
(Somewhere in the desert - 2.am)
An engine sound woke her up. The silence she heard for so long was now broken and her heart pounded heavily before she could open her eyes. She quickly got on her feet and held her gun in fear. She took a few steps down the busted hill, while keeping an eye on the engine that was coming closer. The sound was louder this time, but she did not recognize the vehicle. She reached the side of the road and stood behind a rock, observing the scene closely.
Do something quick her mind told her. As the smell of gasoline invaded her senses, she knew she had to do something, now. The lack of food and water made it hard to concentrate, but still, she pointed her ray gun towards the engine and pulled the trigger.
If they're Dracs, I'll kill them, I need to kill all of them
*
(Zone 3 - 2.am)
Ghoul had been driving on Guano road for several hours, lighting cigarettes after another, no sign of Dracs or mystery woman was in sight. Since he left the others, all he could think about was finding that girl. The last months in the zones had been hard for all of them, especially Party and he knew his leader was starting to lose hope. He could not let this go, he would search as long as needed. That was the only thing that made sense.
While Ghoul approached what seemed like a hill, the dunes of sand were gently brushing the curves of the height. The wind was blowing and making the earth dance. Nothing ever seemed so peaceful out here. The noises of his mind were the only distraction left. He played with the radio for awhile until finding a station. A weird chipping noise came for the speakers, followed by a creepy melody. This was probably signals from the city, as he approached the borders of the urban world.
His eyes searched the road desperately for a trace of the unknown girl, just before hearing a loud noise coming for his car. He jumped and pushed the breaks and almost crashed into what seemed like a silhouette.
The Trans Am stopped abruptly and Ghoul was faced with the darkness of the scene.
He grabbed his gun and put on his mask. The Killjoy pushed the door open and curled up behind the wheels. The stillness around him alarmed his sixth sense. Despite the lack of clarity around him, he remembered the misty silhouette.
He began crawling up against the ground, feeling the chill surface below his leathery clothes.
But again, another gun shot hit his side. The explosion was closer this time. He got unto his feet and made his way to the back of his car.
Silence, again.
*
*
(Zone 3 - 2.10am)
Bonnie kept her position and heard the sound of her gun hitting the target. The vehicle started spinning so she stepped unto the road, wanting to know who was coming her way.
The car looked nothing like what she’d seen before. It looked old and was paint in white, with the figure of a large spider painted on the top of the hood. Quickly she rushed behind the nearest cactus and waited.
A door pulled open and she could hear the heavy breathing of the man. The distance between them grew smaller when she saw the figure crawling towards her. She shot again to his side so he wouldn’t see her.
*
*
Ghoul stayed hidden for a several minutes before shooting his gun at the lost scene.
Could that be a lost Draculoid waiting for rescue? Or a Killjoy possibly having a mental breakdown?
‘WHO IS IT OUT THERE?’ He claimed loudly
No answer
He peeked his head, and tried to notice where he gun shots came from. But at the side of the road, a small foot was standing behind a large cactus. He quickly rushed towards the plant and saw the same silhouette trying to get away. He ran even faster and then threw himself on the ground, landing on a body.
‘DON’T TOUCH ME’ a woman’s voice shouted. Ghoul grabbed her hands and tried to keep her still. But the girl fought even harder and tried to bite his hands.
‘HEY HEY HEY STOP IT’! he told her
‘IF YOU DON’T LET ME GO I’LL KILL YOU’ the voice claimed in vain.
‘STOP FIGHTING AND I’LL LET YOU GO’ he stated in attempt to calm her down.
Small groans escaped her mouth before he could feel her arms giving up at his firm touch. He slowly let go of her but kept his gun in the air. The woman turned around, finally exposing her face. Ghoul got struck by what he saw. Her eyes were black, as hollow and confusing as the night. Her thin frame was covered in blood and dirt, and the expression left on her face was enough to make you shiver. She had pale skin and peachy lips, if not for all the bruises she wore. Her dark hair fell down to caress her features and sticked to the corner of her mouth, she looked up and met the eyes of her captor.
How scary and beautiful, she looked.
How tough and fragile, she looked.
The two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity
‘Who are you?’ he asked her, feeling the beat of his heart racing throughout his body
There, on the ground, she could feel the rage that was moving in her stomach, but the man facing her did not look like an enemy. He had eyes that looked at her soul, and a smile that gently brushed the corner of his lips.
‘…..Bonnie’
The man took off his mask and fell on his knees, dropping his gun to the ground.
Notes
third chap on tha way
You're a greeat writer
10/21/17