No other place like Home

by BibbityBoo

The authority has always guided the lives of there own people, but even then people dare to leave. But why? What could be better than the society? Is there more out there, or is there nothing...But for some, anything is better than staying. Only one direction to run, and so for the people who believe, well, they better start running.

1. Prologue

Author's note: 'Ello fanfiction! This is my first ever official fanfiction! Now, this is my first fanfic, so if there are any mistakes, any characters that are too different from there actions in the show(In the beginning of the story atleast) , and I hope I can grow better as a writer, and whoever is reading this can find some enjoyment from these writings!

-Bibs

Prologue

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Clang, Clash! The noises never stopped, even when she was half deaf she still couldn't get the noises out of her head, as she ran and ran, through the dark, cold, misty forest. The trees were everywhere, yet only silhouettes in the dark abyss of night, she tried her best to run, but the light kept chasing her, along with the ever present speeding bullets that followed in the lights wake.

She never wanted this, she never wanted to put the ones she loved in danger...and yet, they were killed anyways, and all that was left was her, she hated this, she hated this town, this place, and the peo-...no, the things, controlling it. She put all her life, her trust, into it before she knew she could never get away.

She stopped dead in her tracks. Bang! A sound of splitting wood was heard from a nearby tree, as they came closer. But all Centi could do was look strong of her, and all she saw was bushes, so thick she couldn't even see past the first bristles, more unlikely even move in them, then, they surrounded her. She couldn't help but feel water and stress surround her eyes, as she ran back.

A figure. All she saw was a figure standing in front of her when she tried to go back.

"...I never wanted this..." Said the figure, with a deep, feminine voice.

Little details kept appearing left and right on the figure, curled, yellow hair, a long, pointed face...cold, dead eyes.

All she could do was cry and break on the ground "Why! Why can't I just leave this fucking mess! Why can't I-I..." She stumbled on her words, her voice becoming distorted from her emotions.

The figure spoke again "You know why you did, Nephrite, or should I say Centi? You committed sins any proud gem would never dare acknowl-..."

"No!" Centi interrupted and refuted "I am not apart of your sick society! I am not apart of any of this! I-I..."

Smoke. Smoke was the only thing to be seen, smoke. Than noise, a bang, and pain, the worse Centi ever felt in her life, only for an instant. Than nothing.