"Shit," what am I going to do now? I need a job that can pay me enough to pay for the rent. I kicked the empty can of beer that was beside me. I can't believe I've been in Gotham for only a while.
I moved from Texas with my family, my mom, older brother and little brother. My eldest brother and his fiancé stayed behind, he was always scared of actually doing something. Why did we leave Texas, well because of family that's why. Reason being my little brother finally graduated and turned 18, which my mom was able to divorce my father. How I hate him! Always mentally abusing us! Economically abusing us! Verbally abusing us! Practically driving us insane! I mean my mom had it worst, since she was little her parents would physically abuse as well as the other three I mentioned. We live with our grandma and grandpa, her parents, as well as my stupid father. I mean we love our grandparents, we found out the hard way they didn't really care about us. They rather have us gone and have our douchebag Uncles and Tia living with them or in this case visit. When they would make our grandparents sleep on the floor, their parents.
Enough about the ranting anyways long story short my only real family I have is my mom, older brother and little brother. I do not consider my eldest brother a brother; my other brothers get upset about it. My mom is a Saint; well not really, she has always been there for brothers and me. She gave us knowledge, because she is so smart. Taught us how to be manner able, as well as putting on a mask. I taught myself that when I was only six years old. My brothers and I can act like the nicest person you ever met, yet we might not even like you and only show are true colors when we are around each other. We blend in; we trick people and sometimes destroy them without them even realizing it. Now that is fun to see, especially if you do it to them mentally. Telling them these things when no one is around and then you see their brain crack right in front of you and they are never the same again. Ah yes, that makes me feel so good! For some reason we are always sad, we can be happy at times but still sad. How should I put it, "We have a feeling of longing, melancholy."
I am Kiera, my family is of European descendants and I am fourth generation American. I guess we just call ourselves Hispanics. I am four feet and eleven inches, my skin tone is white, to where people say I look dead. My hair is raven black, it goes half-way down my back and it's straight, I have chocolate brown eyes. I'm skinny, but not boney, well I have curves. Everyone would say I look like splitting image of my mom, almost like clone. She is a couple of inches taller than me, and has some meat on her for popping out four babies. Hey, she is all beauty to me. I'm 19 years old, and prefer to wear my hair down.
My older brother's name is Rodolfo which means famous wolf. Ironically he is kind of like a dog unlike me; people say I'm like a cat, Panther. He has long black hair like me that stops at his forearm; he always wears it in a low ponytail. He is five feet and three inches and skinny. He has the same skin tone as me and eye color. He can be very emotional at times but he can be really mean. He is very over protective of family like I am. The thing with him is he acts before he thinks, not good at all. He is 21 years old.
My little brother who is 18 years old name is Ciro meaning like the sun. He is five feet and six inches tall and has long hair that goes down to his forearm as well. His hair is dark brown to where it looks black but in the sunlight looks brown up close. He has the same skin tone as me and his eyes are brown mixed with light brown. He is a fluffy guy but it fits him because how tall he is, kind of looks like a football player without the muscles. He is a real goof ball when you get to know him, but he can be a total asshole! He is kind of like my twin, but he can be such a jerk. He also just wears his hair down; he doesn't even bother to brush it sometimes. He is always nice, to the people he likes. If he doesn't like you, he will straight up tell you, also he is a pyromaniac.
Rodolfo, Ciro and I all graduated from the same high school in Texas. That high school was an advance high school, so not only did you take high school classes but college classes as well. We graduated with our high school diploma and Associates Degree; we still want to continue college. Yeah, you have a bunch of smart geeks who can manipulate people and who are basically crazy. The good part is we know how to hide and control it. Enough about the background story let's get back to me in a dark alley way.
"I would do anything for money right now," I said to no one in particular. Looking at the dark alley way I'm standing, maybe I should have stayed as a tutor at my old high school and send them money. Too late for that I suppose. "Hey kid you want a job?" I looked to where the voice was coming from; it was a man with a hoody on. I slowly slid the pen into my hand I had hiding in my jacket sleeve. My mom always said to carry a pen or pencil in your hand just in case something happens. That and I'm not allowed to have a knife or play with them, because something about I'm going to kill someone. "Yeah," I told him, thinking of my surroundings to make sure nothing fishy happens. "Follow me," he said making a gesture with his head. "If you're going to do anything to harm me, I will kill you," I said to him in a serious tone. I never killed anyone before, I beat up my dad, but I didn't remember that everything had gone black from so much anger I had. The man snickered and said, "I understand kid. Just follow me okay." I followed him, until he walked into a door in an abandoned house. I waited out to listen if I can hear anything, "Damn, it's quiet." The man came out, "Come on kid, aren't you coming." I walked in, "Yes sir, I'm following," hearing him murmuring something about liking respect.
After some turns and going down stairs we made it to a dark room. I love dark places, I really don't like the light. "We got a volunteer boss," the man said with his deep voice, while walking to a man that was standing at the end of the old wooden table, with his back to us. In kind of high pitched voice the man with his back to us said, "Well, let's see if the person takes the job unlike those two other teenage boys." The man with his back still towards me called for the man in the hoody apparently his name is Dan. The man leaned to Dan and whispered something to him, 'huh,' I thought to myself I can always here what people are whispering. "Hey kid, come over here. The boss wants to tell you what the job is," Dan said to me with a smile. I walked towards him and he yanked a chair out from under the table, "sit," he commanded. Like a good little 'ol person I did what I was told. I sat with my left leg crossed, over my right leg, the way men usually sat.
The man that had his back to me turned around and said, "Alright this is the job," he said putting a white file on the table and staring at me waiting for an expression. My eyes got big for a second that went back to its normal size; I was shocked by the way he looked. He had dirty blond greasy hair that was shoulder length and died green, looks like it needed a touch up, but it did him some justice. He was wearing a purple suit with a green vest and he had makeup, or face paint. Yup, defiantly face paint you can smell the oils in it. His face had white paint, with black around his eyes, his green eyes, and red out lining his lips and scars. His scar was attached to the ends of mouth, making him look like he was always smiling. He is tall and lanky but hunched over like he was carrying a burden. When my eyes had gone back to its normal shape, I gave him a small relaxing smile. I never really smile accept with my family but I felt comfortable in this warehouse. "Okay," I said opening the file, "Can I just say, I personally like purple, as well as black, red but I favor silver jewelry." He just stared at me some more, "Are you making fun of me," he said with a stern voice that was almost threatening.