So this is chapter 1. I hope to have more up as soon as possible. And trust me, it starts out slow, but it will get good. Let me know!
She wasn't crazy about going to see the fighting match, but then again, what say did she have in the matter? If she stayed home, who would get the food and make runs to the counter and stand in the line of shouting people to get the winner's autograph. To tell you the truth, she didn't want to be with Ansem and his lackeys at all. They were loud and obnoxious, and treated her more like a piece of meat than a person.
Then again, what say did she have in the matter?
She really didn't understand what excitement someone found in watching other people punch each other. Maybe it was the satisfaction that someone else was getting the crap beat out of them, while you got to sit a few feet away, perfectly safe, with your tub of greasy cheese fries.
"Namine, get me some more boooooze," Ansem slurred out as he speculated a steroid induced man body slam another equally tranquilized man.
She stood silently, rolling her eyes as she fixed her flaxen hair. It wasn't that she was the kind of pushover that did anyone's bidding; she would rather get shoved in line for more beer than get shoved through a closed window, like last week.
Ansem and his men were the epitomy of morons. To bad they were skilled fighters too. Ansem's gang was the terror of the city, and his 'boys' regularly jumped and shot people on the streets. Ansem was so self centered he had yet to have been caught, sacrificing his men for his own safety and legend. It was stupid really, the feud that existed between Ansem's gang, the Darkness, and the city rebels, the Nobodies.
Ansem's father, the founder of the Darkness, got his brilliant idea of massacre when a man of the Nobodies, a long withstanding peacekeeping kind of gang, had shot his wife. After that, street fights nearly tripled, and the gang grew to dangerous proportions. The only thing that kept the city from going under Ansem's control was the Nobodies.
It made her sick, how she was the daughter of such a heartless man. Her mother? Death by drug overdose. It made her want nothing more than to become a member of the Nobodies.
"Here's your drink sir," the man at the counter slurred to the silver haired teen in front of Namine. She shifted impatiently when he leaned over the counter.
"You haven't seen anyone here with a black heart imprinted on their jacket have you?" he asked quietly in a deep, husky voice.
Namine perked up immediately. The Darkness had the symbol of the black heart on all their clothing. Only the Nobodies knew of that identification.
"No sir."
"Alright, well thanks." The boy turned around, a few drinks in his hand, and she saw that he couldn't be much older than her. His aquamarine eyes flashed beneath too-long lashes, and his face carried a light smirk.
"You haven't seen the symbol have you?" he asked her before she could turn away.
"Too often," she muttered without thinking. Suddenly, she gasped and pulled away. How could she say that? Urgh! He is going to be suspicious! She pushed her way through the crowd, hearing the boy calling after her. She dashed to the exit and sprinted through the stadium parking lot.
She ran and ran until she thought her lungs were going to give out. Then she sank onto a bench at a bus stop. Then it dawned on her.
She was free.