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Past Alternate Story: The Black Market
By: Coolcat207 Date: March 6, 2020, 11:27 pm
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((Past Story: Yeah, I've been planning on doing this for a
while. I haven't done much on Chelsea and her younger, more
crappier years before she met Akiba.))
Theme: Bad Encounter
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HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSiWEjZj2aI)
My name is Chelsea Hellsing. I just turned fourteen years old. I
have no actual family that really gave a damn about me or is
even breathing, and I'm what some people called a conduit...
whatever the hell that means. It sure as hell ain't the
definition of normal that's for sure. Wait, am I even allowed to
use that last name now? I mean, I've been living with the hunter
who saved my life almost a year ago. But I'm not sure if we even
reached that level yet. Don't wanna make it awkward. Or is it
just me? I don't know. I guess I'll figure this whole thing out
eventually. Hopefully he ain't like the other assh*le adults who
either see me as a freak, guinea pig, profit or food. Crap, I'm
getting side tracked. Don't need that psychiatrist chick reading
all of this. Why am I writing this? Well, the nightmare that I
thought I left behind came back with the crazy obsession of
getting blood on their hands and teeth. And I'm one of the very
few survivors. There's a lot of shady stuff going on into the
world. Like the midnight kind of shade. I know that there are
different versions of good people, bad people and everywhere in
between... but the stuff that people, even human beings do to
each other is just disturbing to even think about. I might as
well go back to the beginning.
It was two years ago. This was during the time that I was a
little street rat who was trying to get clean. It wasn't heroin,
meth or any of the popular stuff. This stuff was new and just
got into the streets. This drug is a milk like liquid substance
and it has to be inserted into the body with a syringe. The
group that I was in were pretty cool for the time being... or so
I thought. After I saw them sell some dude's own kidney to some
shady guy in a gas mask, I knew it was time to bail, and so I
did. It wasn't easy. Especially in the sh*thole I was living in.
After running for over 20 minutes, I stopped myself somewhere
close to a park. I was so exhausted. Just when I thought that I
couldn't catch a break, I felt something sharp pierce my neck.
It felt like a mosquito bite. If a mosquito can render you
unconscious, which turned out to be some kind of sleeping dart.
I woke up later on in a filthy cell and one hell of a headache.
Everything in my body hurts. Like someone was pounding my flesh
with a baseball bat or something. I was barely able to feel my
legs or fully regain my sight when the same creep in the gas
mask appear before me. He open the cell door, picked me up, put
me over his shoulder and start walking out of my cell and down
the hall. Once my eyesight got slightly better, I manage to
pinpoint what's around me. The stuff I saw was something that no
one, not even a brat like me should see. I see young teens,
adults, and even some kids in their cells. What do they all have
in common? They're homeless, have no hope or future and are
messed up in their own way from mental disorders to missing
limbs to even drug addicts like me. Well, former drug addict.
Okay, I really was trying to get clean that time, I swear!
The creep walked into his lab and place me on one of those
doctor things where you lay or sit down and they do their usual
check up. My half sedated self couldn't do anything except look
around. Man, I wished that my vision was still crappy. There
were discarded corpses either pickled or hung up like dry meat.
The corpses that aren't hung up are put in test tubes for some
kind of scientific experiment. There were large tubs and small
jars that are labeled with certain body organ and part such as
hearts, livers, eyeballs, limbs, you name it. From across the
room, I overheard someone talking on a phone and some poor sap
sniffling and pleading for his life. I couldn't get the faces
but the voice itself was clear.
Stranger: Uh huh. Yeah, I already got my best man on the job.
The ribs and and jar full of fresh kidneys are prepared right
now. Once he's done with the new contender, he'll give you the
parts to one of your men. The contender? Some young street rat.
Normally, the youngest we do is 13 but someone was saying how
the brat is not like normal humans. So we'll see what happens.
As I was eavesdropping, the gas mask creep did my check up. I
didn't even know that my blood was taken until the guy talked to
me.
Gas Mask: Okay, that's it. My, would you look at the time.
You're up, chica. Oh, just a tip if by a miracle you survived
for another day: Be careful who you decide to eavesdrop on
someone. That kind of nasty habit gets a lot of people killed.
With that, the guy picked me up and start to carry me out of the
lab. That was when the stranger started to carve up the guy with
a large carving knife while the poor guy scream in agony. I only
got a good glance of his face before I was taken out of the room
and brought into an arena minutes later. After the jerk put me
down, he shoved me outside to an arena... where I was presented
to the audience as that night's entertainment and dinner from
what the announcer said. Seriously? We got cannibals watching
people fight to the death where the loser gets eaten? Who the
hell came up with something so morbid and f*cked up?! The
announcer explained that even though they don't let pre teen
humans fight or be served as food, I was an exception due to me
being a conduit. Someone with powers such as lightning, napalm,
smoke, concrete, you name it. And I'm the conduit who has neon
powers. That got the audience roaring in cheers and excitement.
I was hoping that it wasn't what I think it is until my opponent
came into the arena.
The guy I faced was HUGE. He was at least over seven feet tall
and built like one of those heavy lifters but like one of those
chubby/buff kind of builders. He got a huge meat cleave for a
weapon and is wearing an executioner mask. Before I knew it, I
was fighting. Well, not quite. I was trying to survive. The guy
was big but he was pretty slow. I manage to use my own agility
and speed to keep away from his grasp but even that wasn't
enough. He manage to land a few hits on me but nothing fatal
(Thank God). All I did was get some bruises and get myself
soaked in blood. Pushed into a corner, my instincts took over.
You know how an animal acts when it's in a corner and fearing
for it's life to the point that it goes ape sh*t? Well, that's
more or less what happened to me. I blast a beam of neon energy
at the guy's face. It didn't kill him but ti sure as hell did a
number on him. I was able to scramble away and grab a metal pipe
that was laying around close to one of the exits. I manage to
hold myself off for long until there was a loud explosion that
shook the arena. Next thing I knew, a bunch of guys with a
variety of weapons stormed in and started to slaughter people
left and right including my opponent. Everything was in a panic.
Then, it showed up. This thing came out of nowhere and started
to slaughter the people who charged in like Rambo. That was when
I dropped my pipe and high tailed it out of there without
turning back. It was pretty selfish of me but what else was I
suppose to do?! Plus, I saw some of them scouting the area so
they must've got the captives from those cells. Besides, me
freeing them isn't going to do much. They might get killed off
seconds later without protection or just end up in some other
black market. Speaking of which, that was where I ended up when
I escaped again. I was lucky to even find an abandoned and
decent looking hut to crash in for the night before I make my
move.
As for the conclusion, well you know the rest. I spent my next
couple of months trying to survive the slums. Long story short,
I was sold off as a fighter/entree somewhere in Chicago. I laid
low there for a while before I started state hoping. I ended up
in a small town in Oregon. That was where I met the hunter who
saved me from that vampire. And now here I am, reliving the
nightmare again by writing something I never want to even think
about again. I also drew what some of these guys looked like two
years ago. It's the best I can do for now. Now, if you excuse
me... I'm gonna go watch some cat videos and drink [s]some
whiskey[/s] something like water or juice.
(End)
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