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Re: ;;glory's blade
By: dew Date: January 31, 2013, 10:18 am
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[center][font=times new roman]chapter one: street
life[/font][/center]
[spoiler=chapter one: street life][font=georgia]
here, you thieving scum!”
I stretched her legs out as far as they could, holding down on
my cap to keep my waist-long blonde hair from tumbling out. In
my arms I pressed a brown bag with two huge, raw steaks in it to
my chest. Once I reached an ally, I pushed hard with my left
foot so that I flew and spun right and darted into the dark,
slimy mess.
Dodging through murky puddles and side allies, I finally lost
the butcher and leaned against a brick wall, panting. The year
was 2257, and technology had gotten better and worse. Some
stupid scientist preformed experiments on humans, merging their
DNA with an animal’s. The experiment had been a huge success,
but it was a failure for the scientist. The hybrids had turned
on him and killed him, escaped, and bred occasionally. The
humans knew about the hybrids, of course, but the hybrids rarely
came into the messy towns.
What had destroyed technology was a huge explosion caused by
Mars spinning out of orbit and colliding with the moon, and who
knows what caused that? A huge explosion had resulted from the
collision and wiped most living things off the earth. To add
onto that, a rebellion had occurred before the explosion and
destroyed as much technology as they could. The group still
exists today, and they destroyed any Old World items they could
get their hands on.
So everyone had gone old-old-world style and carried on like
sophisticated 20th century people. I’d only heard about the 20th
century from the town elders during festivals, but I could
surely imagine, since I lived in a world modeled after it.
Business was fine, but lots of girlies and laddies were poor, so
almost everyone learned how to play cards slide-hand and how to
nick items at an early age. Tus was, after all, survival of the
fittest.
Me and my sister, Cosette, lived in the town called Tus in
disguise. Women who lived on the streets weren't taken seriously
as thieves and were treated badly, so we dressed as males.
However, we refused to cut our hair, as our mother had
instructed us when we were ten and fourteen before leaving us in
Tus and going with out father out into the wilderness to never
cut it except for trimming.
Silently, I crept down the ally until I reached the small room
Cosette and I shared and lived in. I opened the rotting green
wood that served us as a door and slipped inside, shutting it
behind me. Us two lived as thieves, and we were rather good at
knife-fighting as well. The other boys respected us and our turf
and never stole from stores and people we had claimed as ours.
Code name Chestnut and code name Russet, kings of Western Tus.
“Cosette?” I murmured, searching in the darkness for my
eighteen-year-old sister. When I heard her body shift I smile,
crouching low. “I brought steaks from Gus,” I told her, smiling.
We only called each other by our real names in this room, but
outside she was Russet and I Chestnut.
“Chessa? Oh, that’s great!” Cosette replied, and I heard her
sit up under the cover of darkness. Once my eyes adjusted I saw
her capped form, still in her male disguise. I reached into the
bag and dug my fingers into a steak, drawing it out and tossing
the raw meat to her. Of course, she caught it no problem and
tore into it eagerly.
I smiled and took out my steak, ripping off chunks of meat with
my sharp canines. My wolf ears sprung up and pushed the cap off
my head, allowing the golden threads that were my hair to drift
around my shoulders as I ate. Cosette’s ears did a similar
procedure, but some of her thigh-length hair piled on the
ground. Cosette allowed her tail to spring forth and wag
quickly, like a high-speed rich women’s fan. Seeing she let some
of her reins go, I also let my reddish-black tail rise and wag
as I finished the juicy raw meat.
“Thanks, Chessa,” Cosette told me and lay back down, storing
her energy. Each day we switched jobs. One of us would laze
about and ‘protect’ our home while the other went and protected
the territory and hunted.
Nodding, I stood and piled my hair on my head, drew in my ears
and tail, and secured my cap. I turned left the den, quickly
scaling the wall using the rain drain pipe that ran up the brick
wall. Once on the roof I trotted across it, jumping to other
roofs as I watched the streets for any breakers of Cosette’s and
my turf laws.
“There! On the roofs!”
I sped up when I heard Gus the butcher’s angry bellow, and
started out in a full-blown sprint when I heard the voices of
the Guard members. They hated me almost as much as I hated them,
and I usually punched them into walls when I saw them. However,
this was more then the usual groups of two or three they
traveled in. This was a pack of Guards, around fifteen of them.
“You’re all quicker than a ra’s newborns when chasing us!” I
yelled at them in my Tus street drawl. I leapt from roof to
roof, and soon heard the sound of people scrambling up a latter
onto the roofs. I dared a glance over my shoulder and what I saw
didn’t please me. Five or so Guards were giving chase, and I
already had taken note of the remaining ten trailing after us on
the main street.
When I turned around I ran smack into a wall.
Yelping, I held my cap down as I fell and landed on my back,
giving the Guards quite enough time to surround me, swords at
the ready. Cursing I leapt up and backed against the wall of a
taller building I had run into.
“We have you now, Chestnut!” a Guard chuckled, and I recognized
him as one of the Guards I had beaten up in a dark side street
one time and robbed. I winced at that memory, knowing he would
be paying me back in full given the chance.
When he came in before the rest of the Guards, I smirked and
ducked under his sloppy stab. Quickly, my leg shot out and
hooked his feet out from under him. The Guard fell to the ground
and hit it with a sickening thud. I heard the screams of ladies
and yells of the Guards when, I assume, his head split against
the concrete. He was a foolish man, I thought, shaking my head.
“It’s Chestnut! Chestnut, I tell you!” a few young street boys
cackled as they watched the fight, eyes sparkling as the watched
one of the kings of Western Tus fight.
Once again I backed up against the wall, in my ready stance.
“Wanna shish kabob me on thos’ fancy swords?” I asked, grinning,
and surprisingly enough, a few guards grinned back.
“He’s pretty cute for a notorious killer,” one of them laughed,
“I bet he’d look nice in skirts instead of breaches. What a
shame he was born a lad and not a little gal.”
Snarling, I leapt forward and punched him in the gut, sending
him also flying off the roof. Instead of hearing the music of
his body breaking against the cobblestone, I heard the loss of
breath as the Guards on the ground caught him. While I was still
off balance from the attack, a smart and quick-thinking guard
nailed me of the back of my head with the butt of his sword and
sent me crashing to my stomach, head spinning. When I went down
he straddled me, grabbed my hands and tied them, just in time
for me to regain my senses.
I dared not move my head incase the cap fall and reveal my
gender, so instead I allowed the Guard to haul me to my feet and
hobble me.
“You’re a smar’ laddie,” I told him, smiling a crooked grin at
him, and he looked surprised. Apparently the thieves he normally
arrested didn’t normally grin at him after being tied.
“Don’t listen to him, Gray,” one of the older Guards told him,
scowling.
“Good job, Gray, you’ve successfully captured King of Western
Tus, Chestnut,” a female guard standing by the first one told
him in a gruff voice. The now identified Gray glowed with the
praise of the female, smiling.
“Thanks, Lisa,” the lad named Gray replied, “but I don’t see
how she’s defeated so many guards by herself.
“She didn’t use her knives,” the male Guard said darkly, eyeing
Chessa suspiciously. “She always uses her beauties.”I looked
onto the side of the building that looked down on the allies and
saw movement. She simply grinned.
“You’re righ’ mister, I decided t’ go easy on you five,” I told
them happily, laughing. "But I guess I musta underestimated
you're laddie."
Growling, the male Guard slapped her. Everything seemed
to go in slow motion as my worn cap flew off and my long, golden
hair broke free. The man froze, and Lisa and Gray stood back,
staring. "What in the name of," the man whispered, staring at my
faze, which was frozen in terror.
"Chestnut's...a girl?" Gray asked, face suddenly red as
he realized how awkward his catching her was. At his words, I
snapped.
Snarling, my daggers slipped out from my arm sheathes. I
maneuvered the blades to cut the roped that binded my wrists
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