Chapter One
Bullies
The wind howled through the empty streets and rundown buildings. The alleyways were quiet for once, illuminated by the full moon. There might have been a rattle here, or a rustle there, but mostly there was an eerie silence.
"What have I done?" came a voice from a darkened corner, "I didn't mean to..."
A tear dropped from the boy's face onto the broken body in his hands. Earlier that day, he had been throwing stones when he acedentally hit a bird. He never liked killing things, and felt bad about taking its life. He stroked its feathers as they blew in the midnight breeze.
"Hey, Sneatch," another voice called mockingly. The boy with the bird carcass slowly lifted his head, only to have it shoved back down again by a forceful hand. "Whatcha got there, Sneatchy?"
"Nothin'..." He replied, throwing the bird aside. Another boy, the one who hit Sneatch in the head, grabbed the limp body, and put it in his face.
"This don't look like 'nothin',' Sneatch. Looks like you've killed yourself a bird!" He smiled, and sniffed at the bird. "Eww!" he said, throwing the bird to the other side of the alley, "That thing must've been dead for hours! How can you eat that?"
Sneatch just shrugged, and stood up. With one mighty leap, and jumped to the roof of the building, and ran away, leaving a trail of tears following him.
Bullies
The wind howled through the empty streets and rundown buildings. The alleyways were quiet for once, illuminated by the full moon. There might have been a rattle here, or a rustle there, but mostly there was an eerie silence.
"What have I done?" came a voice from a darkened corner, "I didn't mean to..."
A tear dropped from the boy's face onto the broken body in his hands. Earlier that day, he had been throwing stones when he acedentally hit a bird. He never liked killing things, and felt bad about taking its life. He stroked its feathers as they blew in the midnight breeze.
"Hey, Sneatch," another voice called mockingly. The boy with the bird carcass slowly lifted his head, only to have it shoved back down again by a forceful hand. "Whatcha got there, Sneatchy?"
"Nothin'..." He replied, throwing the bird aside. Another boy, the one who hit Sneatch in the head, grabbed the limp body, and put it in his face.
"This don't look like 'nothin',' Sneatch. Looks like you've killed yourself a bird!" He smiled, and sniffed at the bird. "Eww!" he said, throwing the bird to the other side of the alley, "That thing must've been dead for hours! How can you eat that?"
Sneatch just shrugged, and stood up. With one mighty leap, and jumped to the roof of the building, and ran away, leaving a trail of tears following him.