My life is a living hell.
It is a place of cold, darkness and hate. A place where no one cares about each other or ever will. A place where people kill, rape and enslave their own kind just for the sake of financial gain. A place…. The place where I live, where I was raised.
My name is Scourge, named after the torture of my parents not wanting me. My father is Julius, the wealthiest and most successful man in this hell called Anti. My mother…. Well I never met her, she left after I was born, she's the one who left me with this monster.
"Scourge!" I heard my father scream from his office, his voice booming with anger and annoyance. "Scourge! Where are you, you little shit!?"
"Here I am, father," I said coming into his large, lavished office. I was tired, cold and hungry, but he didn't care. I was dressed in a torn, black leather jacket, faded jeans and a thin black T-shirt. He looked at me in disgust, which was nothing new anymore.
"There you are, filthy brat!" He spat with heated eyes. "What did I say about being late when I call you!? You're useless, why did your mother even keep you."
I just stood there, my head lowered and eyes to the floor. I knew my father never wanted me because he reminded me everyday. You see my mother went behind my father's back about having me and didn't tell him. When I started really growing he demanded that she get an abortion, but she didn't. Instead she had me and then left; she didn't want me either. The only reason she didn't want the abortion is because she was scared of being cut open.
"I'm sorry, father," I said holding back every emotion that ripped through my body; every hateful harassing message sinking deep into my core. "It won't happen again…. What did you need me for?"
"I need you to go down to the dealership and pick up the papers on my slave exchange, then go to the factory and get my report on my profits. I want you back in two hours, and if you're not…." Swiftly he wrapped his large, gloved hand around my tiny, green neck; his grip tight. "I'll give you up for the slave trade."
Roughly he threw me to the ground causing my body to wither from the pain; my body was so weak that it hurt way worse than normal. Shakily I stood up and left the room as fast as possible without running. I hated him with every fiber in my being; I wanted him dead.
Walking down the streets I held my jacket close and shivered; my ears flat on my head. I wanted to leave this place and be free. I wanted to get out of this insane asylum; I wanted to get away from that tyrant. Looking around I kept my switch blade gripped tightly in my hand, which was hidden in my pocket. In a hell like Anti you have to stay on guard; at any moment a bullet could go through your skull or you get gangbanged.
Anti is one of the worst cities in the entire world. It has a population of 44,000; 97% of those people are either sex slaves, crime gang members or drug dealers. Then there's the other 3%... Those are people like me. The ones who are forced into it by birth or are so deep into poverty that they were sent here by the government. Whether you were rich or poor it didn't matter; it would catch up with you at one point. My point was coming, I could feel it. My father was getting stressed with me for no reason what so ever; I was going to become a slave soon.
I didn't want that, so I bolted down the street and into the "business" section of this shit hole. This meaning the whore houses, the slave trade house, the bars and the drug house. There were some other places but I've never been in them, thank God. As I sprinted pass I could hear the heavy music of the bars, the prostitutes getting their fill in the alleys and the gun shots of the gangs; quickly I rushed into the brown, broken down building that I was looking for.
"Well, if it isn't the little green shit stain himself!" Hearing that made a smile form on my moss colored lips.
"Hey Randy," I said walking over to the counter of the little shop -it used to be a ice cream parlor- and sat down.
"I'm guessing you're here for your daddy's paperwork?" He asked, I nodded. "Alright, gimme a second and I'll be right out with it." Silently I watched him disappear into the back.
I really liked Randy; sometimes I wish he was my dad instead of that asshole. He was cool, laid back and always joking around. Sighing I turned my attention to the interior of the shop; it was pretty beaten up. It's candy colored walls were faded from low Maintenance, the counter was chipped and cracked and all the ice cream equipment was gone. It was kinda like the rest of the town. They lived in the old mayor's office , the school was a huge meth house and all the factories belonged to my father. Water, electrical, heat; all that belonged to my "daddy dearest". Yuck, thinking of that made me want to vomit.
"Here ya go, squirt," The old black cat said handing me a huge folder of paper, I took it quickly.
"Thanks Randy," I said before getting off the squeaky chair and rushing out the door. I think that I should have an hour before I have to get back so I have to make this quick.