By PhantomChajo
Chapter 3 - The Roof Top
After what seemed like an eternity, I had arrived on the roof top. I thought I had a chance to get away from the hunters. I thought wrong.
Looking about I saw a fairy tale landscape. All the ugliness hidden beneath a layer of pureness and city shine. The broken bottles and discarded needles from the junkies, hidden from view.
I saw no tracks across this eerie landscape. Taking a precious moment to release my wings from the confines that held them, I draped them about my shoulders like the cloak of a regal, yet sinister lord of the land. I could hear the hunters below me, making a go at the ladder. Apparently none of them were quite as tall as I was and it took extra time for them.
Hands tucked under my armpits to keep them warm and started on my trek across the roof top. I had to be weary of the dangers that lay hidden. Of concrete blocks to trip over and bottles that could roll as I step on them.
I was over half way across when a dark figure stepped out from behind the shed that housed the stairwell for this building. There was something familiar about this figure. Not overly huge, not under-whelminglly tiny. But looks could be deceiving in the cold weather. A person bundled up could look several times larger then they truly were.
I did not dare to scan this figure for fear of what I would sense.
"Going somewhere Essex?" The figure asked.
Gods, that voice. I knew this person. I worked with this person for nearly two years now. Hellfires and Damnation! I gave this person her bloody Job!
"Cindy?" I asked dumbly.
"What's the matter Essex? Surprised?" She asked with a sneer of hatred in her voice.
"Your one of Them Cindy? But Why? What have I done to cause you to turn on me." Good one Drac. Ask all the dumb questions and waste time.
I can hear them coming up the ladder behind me. In another couple of minutes they will be on the roof. And if I'm not in the air by then, my chances are slim to none that I survive.
"Don't you know Essex? You're a Fucking Mutie! That alone is enough reason for me to join them. You and your Fuck Buddies are all God Damned Muties. You don't deserve to live, let alone breathe the same air as us Pure Humans." Such hatred in her voice.
I was shivering by now. Not so much from the cold but from the emotions her words awoke in me. Things I had thought had finally healed.
"Listen to yourself Cindy. You spout Bigotry and nonsense, just like 'good' little followers. I thought more highly of you then this." Gods, I was getting angry. That wasn't good.
"Bullshit! It's because of you that I'm here" She pulls a shotgun from out of her coat and aims it at me. But she doesn't fire yet.
I let a bark of laughter escape. "Here? And where is that Cindy? A good paying job with full benefits. A decent apartment, and friends at work that are willing to help when and where they can?" I stood straighter, unwrapping my wings from about me. Half spreading them and staring at her in the face. "My Trust. MY Friendship. Does that mean anything to you? Or were you jealous that I refused your advances?"
Her eyes narrow at that as her face turned red. "You Fucking Bastard! You have Fucking Idea what I was offering you. Ever single time you refused me. Every single god damned time it Hurt."
"Hurt? HURT?!? What the Hell do you know about being Hurt Girl? Being turned down isn't being Hurt. Being betrayed is being Hurt. Being Abused and used like a Fucking lab rat by one's own Father is being Hurt." My voice is not overly loud, but you could hear the pain in every single word I said as I stalked closer to her.
"Let me tell you about what it is to be hurt. For over two years I was just another experiment to that sick, twisted, fucking Bastard of a man that is the closest thing I will every have as a Father. Being tested, poked, prodded until I was a broken, bleeding piece of flesh. When he decided to see what would happen if he 'enhanced' my own natural mutation, I would scream until I had no voice left."
Barely healed wounds were broke open again. Emotional scabs were ripped away reveling the still raw bleeding wound beneath the surface.
"I wasn't the only one either. My close friends were also used the way I was. We were all raped, mentally, emotionally, even physically by his lackeys. Pain and pleasure mixed till I could no longer tell them apart."
Tears in her eyes as she paled, hearing and feeling the truth in my words. A hand pressed against her lips, the gun in her hand dropped by her side as she looked into my face. Trembling she reached up to press her fingertips against my pale, cold and damp cheeks.
Damp because I didn't even realize I had started to cry from the pain those memories inflected on me. "I was almost healed enough to accept what you had offered. But you pressed to fast, to hard. The only way to keep from breaking again was to refuse you. If you had only waited and accepted what I said. Things might be different." My voice soft now as I placed a hand on her shoulder. The other caressing her tear stained cheek.
During the entire time, I had forgotten about the Hunters at my back. And I
paid for it that night. In more ways then one.