Revised 08.03.06
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Note 'Lo! It's been a few years, but I'm finally, seriously, redoing all of Bloodless (Formally: Hex) fully equipped with actual good grammar, real story line development, and comedic dramatization. Ja!
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Bloodless Innocent Little Delinquent
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"… And these children
that you spit on
as they try to change their worlds
are immune to your consultations.
They're quite aware
of what they're going through…"
-David Bowie
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It was cold, like you always expected it to be, and Kagome sighed, her breath shimmering in the moonlight reaching through the barricaded window to touch her coldly on the cheeks. It wasn't like she would be here for long, just until her trial was finished. Still she felt so locked away forever, as if they strapped her in and threw away the key. It didn't help when they treated her like she was crazy the moment she got there, strictly banning the use of even a fork or shaving, like her bleeding knuckles weren't enough. All this and it wasn't even like she killed him.
If the police hadn't showed up when they did, maybe she would of. She was close though. Apparently, they told her, she messed up his eye pretty good so he needed stitches, and his nose was broken. If she had more time maybe she would of hurt more than just his face. "Permanent damage" has such a long-lasting ring of satisfaction to it. If anyone deserved it, he did, and for so many years she never realized that she had the pride to hit him back.
Okay, so pride didn't exactly bring her to anything adequate. Here she was all alone on a rusty cot listening to the other criminals sleep, and wondering where she would go next. It wasn't like her mother was taking her back now; being that she was a nasty little delinquent who beat up her own stepfather. Besides, it was very awkward to live in the same house as the man taking you to court, and there was no way Kagome's Mama was picking her over the guy who keeps her in secure happiness and home.
"Do you like your parents?" her attorney asked. It had to be the dumbest question, like Do you like liver? or Would you like some candy, little girl? No, Kagome said, and at least he didn't look surprised. "You have to tell me why," he added.
She didn't answer him. It wouldn't change even if she did, they wouldn't believe her because it was her they had to stop from hitting him over and over again, and it was her they threw in jail until court decided her new home. Besides, if she just went to Juvy or something and played the program out, she'd be out by the time she was eighteen, and with a clear record. She didn't have to tell anyone anything.
"I need to know why, or you'll be sentenced to serve time," he told her, and he looked so worried, like he wanted to keep her from feeling so empty. She shook her head. It'd still be better than living at home. "I'm sorry then," he said and sighed, "the best I can do is detention hall until you're eighteen, with possible early release if you can get emancipated from both your biological parents after six months. Are you sure this is what you want?"
But it didn't matter what she wanted now. A long time ago she might have just played it out and acted like everything was fine, but here they were, professionals, analyzing her and making data about her to compare her to everyone else. She couldn't fight it anymore, she wouldn't be different, they'd fit her in and make her the same. Institutionalized. And she didn't do anything. Nothing, and maybe it'd all be just that.
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Note The first chapter got cut down extremely short, and yea it's still a little dark with not much for comic relief or any real description on the details. It's more of an introduction, but I'm a cheater, so you'll have to agonize over it being the first chapter. Review, ciao:E