I have officially retyped this whole story! It has a new name too! "Playing Fate" instead of "Caged Flower."
My other idea was good when I started, but then I didn't know how to continue it and got this idea. So I redid my story AGAIN!
I'm sorry you guys have to put up with all this...
But for those who liked the other version, I'm putting it up for adoption, in case any of you want to continue it yourself. :D
I hope you like this story too!
Night had fallen.
The sky was a vast blanket of velvet darkness speckled with tiny, glittering stars. Crickets chirped a nocturnal symphony. Streetlamps flickered on and off like ghosts. The road was empty save for a few wandering cars.
However, in one tall, black building behind a giant, silent stage, a girl was changing. She slipped on a pair of black shorts and a crimson red tank top. A checkered black vest went on top of that, followed by several jingling silver chains. She then accessorized herself with a thick, metallic silver belt, hanging loosely on the waist. There was a brush of twinkling midnight eyeshadow and a layer of blood-red lipstick applied afterwards. Stepping into knee-high, black heel-boots, the girl tucked her chestnut brown hair into a wig of shiny black and inserted red contacts. Then she examined herself in the mirror and took a deep breath.
Before she left the room, she quickly folded the clothes she had taken off, placing them in a bag. A golden, star-shaped badge with a dark letter 'A' glinted from inside.
The girl stepped onto the stage.
For a second everything seemed to freeze, as if time itself was holding its breath.
Then, suddenly, it wasn't night anymore.
The stage lit up with blinding, multi-colored lights, and the audience below, after anticipating this moment for a whole hour, exploded in a fury of cheers and applause.
"Oh my god! It's Black Rose!"
"We love you, Black Rose!"
"Holy...It's Black Rose in person!"
But the girl didn't smile. No, she just stared out blankly at all of her excited fans, as if she was hiding behind an emotionless mask. Then she struck a pose and began.
Her voice sounded clear and strong amongst the ear-shattering screams and the pounding music. The stage changed itself to her pleasure, shining bright and radiant in the dark night.
But nobody heard the sadness hidden beneath the girl's angelic voice. Nobody heard the pain clawing, crying out from deep within her heart.
When the girl finished, she was met with shouts and hoots and hollers. But again she did not smile, only taking a small bow before stepping off of the stage.
As soon as she was out of sight, the girl took off running, bursting forth into the dressing room and swiftly changing back into the clothes she had neatly folded in the bag. But just as she was reaching for her jacket, she heard the twist of the doorknob and stood up straight, letting her outstretched hand fall to the side.
She was here.
A middle-aged woman entered the room, brown hair and brown eyes, smiling wickedly at the young girl. Her business-like attire made it obvious that she was the singer's manager.
"Beautiful job, Black Rose. I applaud you."
The girl said nothing, did nothing. There was no emotion whatsoever evident in her now coffee-brown eyes.
The woman's sneer contorted into a growl.
"Say something, stupid girl!" she yelled, striking the girl hard across the face. The girl did not flinch nor cry.
Narrowing her eyes in disgust, the woman picked up an empty vase from a table. "Well, well, I think it's time for today's Punishment."
Then she threw it.
The delicate work of art shattered into a million pieces on the wall right where the girl had stood a moment before, for she had stepped off to the right at the very last second. Instinctively, the girl raised her arms up to shield her face, but too late, she realized that they were completely bare and unprotected.
Sudden, sharp pain shot up the girl's arms and lingered there as several shards of glass, both large and small, lodged themselves in her flesh. Others skimmed across her skin, leaving cuts deep enough to bleed. But despite the serious damage inflicted on her arms, the rest of the girl's body was unscathed, and that was good enough for her.
Satisfied that the girl was hurt, the woman cackled like a witch and left the room, leaving her alone. After waiting a few more minutes, the girl herself grabbed the bag containing her jacket and exited, clutching her bleeding arms as she dragged herself out back to the waiting helicopter.
During the hour long ride, she tried to clean herself up the best she could, using a wetted cloth to stop the bleeding. When the aircraft finally hovered silently to a stop, she stumbled unsteadily out into familiar surroundings and headed for her dorm room.
All was silent once again. Far away the girl heard a clock chime the midnight hour. She reached her door and turned the knob with weak hands, entering quietly, closing the door without a sound. Then the girl collapsed onto her bed, breathing heavily, and waited for day to come.
He entered the empty, silent building, footsteps echoing on the cold, tiled floors. Slowly twisting the knob of a door, he cautiously walked in and closed it behind him.
Outside, the plastic nameplate read, "Red Neko".
Flicking on the lights, the boy quickly threw off his clothes and changed into the ones already picked out for him on the rack. Loose, baggy, black pants, a simple red, v-neck T-shirt, and a pair of bulky, red Nike's composed the basics of his outfit, additionally accesorized with multiple gold and silver chains. A messy wig of crimson was pulled over his natural raven-black hair, and a cool set of black shades hid his fiery crimson eyes. It was casual clothing, yet, when he wore it, it gave off the aura of a superstar.
The boy glanced at the clock, then slipped quietly out of the room.
A golden, star-shaped badge winked in the midst of the pile of clothes he had discarded on a chair.
As he stepped onto the darkened stage, the whispers below ceased and heads turned as the audience heard his footsteps. Then, when he reached the center, the stage blazed to life, immediately followed by loud squeals and screams from the torrents of fangirls.
Without wasting any time, the boy started his rap. The upbeat, energetic rhythm made the spectators move to the beat, laughing and rooting and throwing their hands in the air. It was a party—a roaring, flashing party in the middle of the night. Everyone was having fun, and the rapper himself seemed rather high-spirited also.
But in reality, behind those cool black shades, the boy's deep crimson eyes burned with anger and frustration that he refused to show in his voice. How could he truly enjoy himself when he knew what was waiting for him back in that dark, silent building?
The concert ended much sooner than the audience would've liked, and soon the night was black and still once again. However, in that little room where the star-shaped badge glinted, there was a loud crack and a shattering of a window, glass tinkling to the floor, and a boy yelling in agony and a man laughing cruelly.
Then the door closed with a soft creak and the boy picked himself up shakily from the splinters and pieces of glass that he had landed on, groaning. The Punishment was done. He was gone.
His left foot throbbed and his body bled with cuts, stinging painfully all over. Having already changed back into his previous clothing, the boy slowly heaved himself up with great effort and limped outside to a small, waiting helicopter, collapsing onto the seat and panting heavily the whole hour and a half ride.
He lost conciousness as soon as he touched his bed, his wounds raw but no longer bleeding, and didn't open his eyes until the first rays of sun peeked through the window curtains the next morning.
Black Rose. Red Neko.
Courage. Strength. Friendship. Love. Evil. Destruction. Sorrow. Anger.
Soon they will play the game of Fate.
Done!
So, do you guys like it?
Do you think I should continue?
Please tell me! I'm counting on your reviews!
-momocandy XD