"You can't fucking do this!" I screamed, still clinging on to the pathetic belief that if I yelled loud enough, they would listen to me. I was, not surprisingly, wrong. "Look again," Oliver replied, as though I somehow could've missed the dead body lying on the ground.
"Yes I see it! And I already told you, I didn't do it! I didn't kill anyone! Why would I have any reason to kill Miki?"
"Because you always hated her. Because she was always better than you at everything. You felt threatened by her. So you killed her." His yellow eyes gleamed with confidence in the moonlight, shining with the confirmation of what he thought was the truth. But it wasn't. As much as I didn't like Miki, I would never kill one of my own. Though as I stared out into the faces of my former "friends," I realized none of them believed me. They all thought I was a murderer. There was nothing I could say now.
"But…" Oliver started, breaking the silence "We are not completely sure you killed Miki. So I just ask that you leave us." So they weren't going to kill me. I suppose that should have been great news, but I wasn't feeling particularly excited.
Oliver's eyes hardened. "Though if we ever see you again, we will not hesitate to kill you. Goodbye, Gumi." I wanted to say something, but I was at a loss. I also didn't want to get killed. I simply spat at them, and walked away from "The Rebellion."
That was what we called ourselves, though we weren't really rebelling against anything. We were just a group of orphans who helped each other out. Sometimes we talked about our crazy plans to overthrow the government, but our main goal was just to survive. But now, I had no one. I was all alone on the outskirts of Ravensburg, one of the biggest cities in the country. I had no idea what to do.
Maybe I could find a new group of people, get some money. I didn't want to think about that right now. I had just gotten kicked out from "The Rebellion," and as stupid as the name was, I was really upset. They were supposed to be my friends. How could they just blindly assume I was responsible for Miki's murder? But it didn't matter now. It was getting pretty late, and I should probably find somewhere to sleep. I could figure something out in the morning.
I walked a little deeper into the city. Even in the dead of night, the city was still loud. Puffs of steam screamed their way into the world, only to disappear into the black sky. The whirring and grinding of machines filled the air, accompanied by the smell of metal and soot. The winding streets were empty, save for the occasional passerby, hurrying along. This was a bad part of the city to be in. Sometimes a shadow would flit by, too fast to focus on. I always felt a chill when they passed. They were thieves, and assassins. No one would rob me, though, as I had nothing. I decided it was safe to stop here, at least for the time being. I slunk into an alley, tried to get as comfortable as possible, and fell into an uneasy sleep.
AN: This is the first fanfic I have ever written so sorry if it's bad :/