Just a short insight into what my character Morvyn's life was like before she moved to Hescombe.

Morvyn's from the CQ RP, which is awesome; join it people!

Rated T for language and some violence.

Morvyn's Story

The sound of her footsteps echoed around the concrete walls of the underpass. Morvyn looked around nervously, her nervous dark brown eyes passing over the grey walls with the colourful scribbles of graffiti and the empty beer cans and sweet wrappers littering the floor. She thought she heard a noise behind her, and turned around quickly, holding her breath, listening for movement. She thought she saw someone quickly duck back behind the corner. They were hunting her. Like an animal. That's all she was to them. She began walking again, faster this time, her school back banging against her legs. The walk quickly turned into a run. She sprinted for the other end of the underpass, towards the roar of traffic she could hear above. She was almost there...So close...she could see the square of light at the other end. Something smashed into the back of her knees, sent her tumbling to the ground. Her head hit the hard floor with a thunk, and she lay there for a moment, stunned. Someone grabbed her from behind, lifting her off the ground.

"Well, well. Caught ourselves a freak, have we?"

Her bag was ripped from her shoulders, and they began to throw it among themselves.

"Let me go!" she screamed, struggling, and trying to pull away.

The guy holding her laughed. "I don't think so, freak."

One of them upended her bag, scattering her books all over the floor. One of them picked up a book from the floor.

"What's then, 'ey? 'Mythological creatures'? Weirdo!"

They laughed. One of them threw the book down in the dirt.

"That's a library book!" Morvyn yelled. One of them hit her in the face.

Her head snapped back, and she cried out, blood beginning to trickle from her lip. They began to laugh.

"'That's a liiiiibrary book'" a girl mimicked, laughing. She bent down, putting her face close to Morvyn's. "Are you worried about your library book, freak?" she said, flicking Morvyn's nose, hard. It wasn't as painful as her throbbing lip, but it still stung. Morvyn spat in her face, and the girl pulled back with a squeal, trying to wipe her face with her tracksuit jacket. "Bitch." She hissed at Morvyn, slapping her round the face.

Morvyn let out a whimper of pain, making the girl giggle. "What do we do with freaks, Jake?" she called to the boy holding Morvyn. She heard a chuckle behind her, and cried out as he twisted her arm up behind her back.

"We dump 'em in the river..." he said, laughing. She tried to pull away and make a break for it, but he twisted her arm again, making her scream.

The girl giggled. "Good one Jake."

He hauled her up, pinning her hands behind her back, ignoring her flailing legs as she kicked out at him.

"Oi! What do you kids think you're doing?" came a voice from behind them.

"Shit, it's the fucking police!" One of the boys yelled, making a break for it. Jake dropped her and ran off, closely followed by the girl in the tracksuit. Morvyn managed to push herself into a sitting position, raising a hand to her face, and trying to wipe away some of the blood smeared over it.

"You alright love?" said a policewoman, reaching out a hand to pull her up. Morvyn took it, and was pulled to her feet. She nodded in response to the question. The other policeman picked up her book and handed it back to her.

"Thank you." she said softly.

"Mythological creatures, eh?" he said, giving her strange look.

"Yeah, I'm...interested."

"I see." He said, fiddling with a strange looking badge on the inside of his collar shaped like a horse.

"Yeah. Well I'd better be getting home." She said, giving him a small smile.

"Yeah. You keep safe now little lady."

"I'll try." She said, picking up her bag and the rest of her books and walking away back towards the end of the underpass.

Thanks for reading.

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