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Chapter 1: Orphan Blues
It was Christmas, I ran downstairs and guess what I found, my dead mother. I stopped at nothing to find who did it…
I was sent to Honor hall orphanage, basically hell. It was run by someone named Greta… and here, is where our story begins.
“So your mommy was murdered?” she asked sympathetically.
“Yeah…” I said sadly.
“Good!” she crowed, “More sad children to make this miserable world even worse!”
I met some good friends at the orphanage, but she would always lock them in the cellar until they died. It was terrible what she did… Francis, Charlie, Louis, Mark… all dead because of her… She was a killer, a cold blooded killer.
One night, while everyone was asleep I snuck away. I felt bad to leave all my friends to die but there was nothing else to do if I wanted to survive…
I ran into an alley way but bumped face first into a police officer’s back…
“OW! Hey you… kid! What do you think you’re doing outside at this hour? Come on where’s your house?”
“Please sir don’t send me back to Honor hall Greta will kill me!”
“Greta? She’s a fine lady, she would never do anything like that!”
He dragged me back to Honor hall, and just before he knocked on the door… BAM! I punched him right in the unmentionables and ran. He staggered around for a few moments, and then charged at me. The cop was short; his neck reached my arm perfectly. I stopped stuck it out and then he got clotheslined. He was unconscious on the ground so I saw it my time to run.
The next day Greta was furious. She beat the kids asking if they knew anything. Then she asked my best friend, Gregory Johns, currently known as Gregen.
“Look you little snot nosed brat, if anyone knows where Stephan is it’s you so where the hell is he!”
“Probably already out of Toronto if he knows what’s good for him.”
“If I can’t find him by next week, you’ll be taking his place in the cellar!”
Greg wasn’t afraid of her, he spat in the face of fear so he did the same to her.
The farther I ran the more tired I became, I knew Greta had contacted the authorities for they were looking for a boy. I came to an abandoned apartment building and hid inside. When I woke up an unfamiliar face appeared.
“Hiya!” she said full of joy.
“Who… who are you?” I asked her.
She was no more than 10 years old and had purple eyes, white skin, and dark red hair. She wore a white silk dress and Smiled an awfully lot.
“Your dad told me to tell you he can’t wait to see you again!”
“My dad?"
“Yuppers! He said you wouldn’t get to see him until 1967 exactly though.”
“Why the exact date?” I asked.
She paused for a minute, and then said “You don’t know who you are, do you?”
“Your dad won’t be happy about this!”
“Wait, wait who are you again?”
“You don’t even remember me?”
“I’m sorry never seen you before you in my life.”
“Stupid humans… stupid bringing back the dead… CERBERUS should learn not to mess with that stuff!”
“So what’s your name?”
“I’m Sonyti- I mean Sonya.” She sounded very upset.
“Anyways, see you soon, okay?” I said.
“Yeah, see you soon!” she replied just before she faded into black smoke.
“Who are you, Sonya? What are you?”
“Was your mission a success?” asked a booming voice.
“Yes I found him he just…” Sonya replied.
“Doesn’t remember anything…”
“No…” she replied.
“We are lucky though… at least he can live a normal life!” said a different voice. Then they all laughed in unison.
“We will kill CERBERUS and send them to the darkest reaches of hell.” Said the first voice.
I woke with a start… it had been three days I have been running. I suddenly realized I wasn’t where I fell asleep, I was at the orphanage.
“The police found you dirty and asleep, so I gave you a bath.” Greta said nicely.
“I’m even dirtier than before…”
“Serves you right! Running away from me! Now what do you say?”
“I hate you Miss. Greta, who I’m not surprised has never married.”
She slapped me across the face and threw me to the ground.
“Don’t you ever say that again!” She snapped, “Now get cleaned up, I don’t need you to make the cleaning lady’s job harder.”
I entered the bathroom and looked into the mirror, I had black hair which was covered in mud, had mysterious orange eyes which my mother called a gift and Greta called a curse. I also had dead looking skin that my mother said I got from my dad and Greta said I needed more sunlight. I had scrapes and bruises but strangely didn’t feel a thing when I got them.
I stepped in the shower and cleaned off, when I exited I still had dirt on my face so I grabbed a towel and dabbed it in water then washed my face. When I exited Greta was furious, asking why I have taken so long and that people were arriving shortly to adopt children.
One man walked in and looked at Greg and looked like he almost puked, Greg had weird purple hair and greenish skin, people say it was because when the great Pandora, a being with unimaginable powers died when we were like three so she could protect the city from some giant alien, people started to change, some got powers others were unaffected and some… mutated to turn into something called Chuddlings. They mostly hide in the sewers but sometimes were in alley ways and ate stuff that were revolting, and most people thought that Greg was one, he wasn’t, he just didn’t have his powers activated straight away.
More kids were getting denied to adoption because of the state Greta puts them in. Then, like a miracle, a man and a woman approached me and Greg and said, “We like them.”
The man was tall and wore what looked to be a thousand dollar suit and held a large briefcase and wore black shades that made you think: I’ll be back. She wore a pink dress shirt and high heels and they both had blonde hair.
“Them? You wouldn’t want them, they’re trouble makers, and look at them, I mean, they’re monsters!”
“How dare you!” The woman shouted.
“We want them so we are adopting them!”
“Fine.” Greta snarled, “Name’s…”
“Mister and Misses Metus, but we go by Fear.”
“What! You guys are rich! What do you want with a bunch of orphans?!”
“We like children.”
They signed the adoption sheets and took me and Greg to our remarkable new home.
< Message edited by star screamer -- 1/1/2012 12:22:46 >
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