So I got the request. Then heard a song.
IT. JUST. FIT.
then I tried to write it and was just like
… Oh.

So yeah. Cyber-punk Skans. I actually turned to a really good book I recently read for the idea so you know. If you know the book, good job! :D

I hope you like it CrazeTheWaffleCat! I actually love what you suggested… SO MUCH XD

Ahem… *CoughsorrythisissolateCough* Uh, lol? Anybody hear anything? ^-^'

Skipper let his eyes snap open instantly, the slight ping sounding from his interface ring enough to stir him from his slumber. 'Crap! The ring!' He quickly twisted it from his finger and pressed it onto the dresser, before leaning over and fishing the small heater out from under his bed and quickly stuffing it in and twisting the dial. At the rate this was going he was going to be late.

Quickly he bounced from the bed, pausing only to scrape up his heavy jacket and force it up over his shoulders as he moved over to the window. The Air was warm and the fresh breeze tickled his face as it moved past. He whistled shrilly into the dawn sky, not worried about waking up anybody up at this hour. Most were probably hungover or still partying, but at 5 am he doubted it. One thing about New Pretty town, nobody was ever out of bed before 3 in the after-noon or in bed before 4 at night., Unless you were bubbly as hell of course. A small grin Flicked up over his lips as he caught sight of the hover-board drifting up towards him like a loyal dog, banking just under the window as he swung his legs out and balanced his weight across it, the magnets keeping it floating bobbing for a moment as it gave slightly under his added weight. Less than a minute later he was whirring past the other 14th floor windows towards the roof, keeping his head down and urging his board to climb faster.

"Would you look who it is? What's shaking Skipper?" The Pretty who had spoken was leaning over the side of the building, wide yellow-blue eyes dancing on the perfectly symmetrical face, full lips pulled into a knowing smirk. "Sneaking out again? What the hell are we going to do with you man?" He mocked, leaning over with a hand to guide the now upwards set hover-board over the roof edge.

"Look who's talking!" Skipper snorted, pulling to a stop and stepping off the floating board. "New eye surgery?" He asked, leaning in to closer inspect the flashing blue and yellow eyes.

"Yup!" He smiled, white teeth pulled back into a wicked grin. "Cool huh? But It isn't as cool as those Flash tattoos they're coming out with."

Skipper rolled his eyes. "Trust you too want a tattoo Rico."

"It's not as weird as Kowalski dying his hair blue with biro ink!" He protested, running a hand through his messy light brown hair. "Trying to make a statement? I'll never get it."

"It's not a 'Statement' I've got nothing to prove! It's a good way of staying bubbly though, I'll give you that much!" The voice came from the other side of the roof as another boy bounded over towards them, this blue hair being buffered by the wind as he approached.

Rico tipped his head to the side, craning his neck ever so slightly upwards towards the marginally taller pretty. "Oh yeah? Reckon I should try it?"

Kowalski's taller than average height had been a test on behalf of the pretty committee who were interested in seeing how standards could be changed if they were to make the usual pretty height taller. Eventually they decided it wasn't worth the hassle and tried to get the fractionally higher pretty back in to surgery so he would look the same as everyone else again, only to have him evade them every time. This coupled with his pale skin from avoiding sun-light and blue hair made Kowalski by far one of the weirdest looking Pretties Skipper had seen in a long time.

The pale blue eyes flashed. "Don't you…" He died off, eyes narrowing. "Smart ass." He laughed.

Rico smirked, turning back to skipper. "Statement. I said it once and I'll say it again. The boy's making a statement."

Kowalski rolled his eyes and turned to Skipper. "The board good? I was worried by hacking the-"

He waved a hand. "Don't bore me with the technical stuff, It handles like a dream and if I can get from here to anywhere without it alerting the wardens than its bloody perfect."

Kowalski had always been the smartest of the three, even back as Uglies he'd paid the most attention to lessons and often looked things up in his own time on the wall screen back in the dorm. Kowalski had looked like a spider back then, much too tall and far too skinny with a face shaped like a chilli pepper. Rico hadn't been much better with his missing vocal chords and hook like nose, he could have been a silent pirate. But that's what the operation at 16 fixed, all the little deformities that made you different, and they ground down your bones, fixed new muscle tissue to them and made you symmetrical. They grew you flawless new skin and made you immune to nearly everything they could think off.

But it also made you as dumb as a bag of hammers.

Under the full lips and wide innocent eyes nearly every Pretty was as bubble-headed as the next. They didn't focus, had no motivation and said stupid things like 'happy-making' or 'buzz-wrecking' witch ground Skipper's nerves to the point of wanting to strangle them.

But he couldn't. Because he was a good little pretty who was as dumb as they came, and pretties didn't argue or hurt each other. Kowalski and Rico were also good little pretties and when private turned 16 in a few months he'd be a lovely pretty as well… well at least after the three of them broke him and made him remember who he was.

The door burst open and the three of them turned suddenly to the roof door, witch was usually concealed, as a pair of doe eyed girl pretties poked their heads up through the hole.

"Oh hello Skipper-la, Kowalski-la and Rico-la!" The first giggled. "I'm looking for a totally bubbly party. Do you know where one is?" She asked.

The second gasped. "You know the blue-haired guy?!"

Kowalski smirked, eyes flashing slightly. "What? Don't you think it's pretty-making?" He asked, looking comically disappointed as he faked the usual reaction to what something like that would do to a new pretty.

The girl gasped. "No! It's totally pretty-making! Totally bubbly!"

"Marley-wa I think there's like a massive party raging up at the party towers! You should go, I heard it was absolutely dizzy-making!" Rico chipped in, smiling broadly.

The brunette pretty cheered. "Thanks a zillion Rico-la! By the way I love the new eye surge!"

After numerous exaggerated good-byes the door slammed shut and Kowalski smacked his fore-head into his palm. "Oh god. This will be the death of me."

Skipper snorted, unable to do anything but agree. "They were wearing their interface rings, so by now the wardens know they were on the roof, we have to go before they get here and realize we aren't wearing our interface rings and our hover-boards are rigged."

Rico nodded sharply. "That would land us in some serious-" he broke off as he turned, already wide pretty eyes getting wider as he froze. His face was cast in a shadow Skipper could have sworn wasn't there before, and as he too turned to see what had freaked him out so much suddenly realized why.

There was another pretty on the roof.

But this one was just… wrong.

The angles on his face, which were designed by biology and the pretty committee to say 'I'm innocent and want you to protect me' were too sharp, almost wolf like. His eyes were dark, too dark for normal standards and he was too tall as well. But by far the worst thing was the sharp teeth that protruded from his gums, lining up nicely as he smirked.

"Land you in some serious… what?" He asked, voice low and threatening.

Rico blinked twice. "Serious sadness-making times." He pouted. "We're the roof-top clique so we have to be on the roof. I really like your surge! It's so-" He broke off when in a moment the cruel looking pretty was in front of him and holding his arms out.

Skipper and Kowalski both took multiple steps backwards when without warning their friends eyes rolled back and he collapsed into the waiting arms of the cruel-pretty. "Don't stress your little bubble-headed brains, he's not dead."

That's when it struck Skipper with the force of a speeding hover-car. 'I know you.' He thought, narrowing his eyes at the strangely familiar pretty. 'But how and why?'

A shocked gasp left the resident Genius. Skipper turned to him as his eyes danced with questions and their answers. "I thought they were all myths!" He exclaimed breathlessly. "Tales told to keep Uglies in line-"

"Actually our main job is to keep the pretties stupid." The new comer corrected, throwing and arm out and catching the back of Kowalski's neck on something. The blue-haired pretty growled, and his hand moved to cover the thin line of blood on the back of his neck. It didn't quite make it before he too succumbed to unconsciousness.

Skipper rattled his brain, the nervous energy sparking from every inch of his body as the cruel-pretty carefully adjusted the ring on his finger, seemingly not caring that he was still standing there.

Memories, examples of everyone he could ever remember meeting, speaking too or even glimpsing out of the corners of his eyes all blurred together as he shuffled recklessly through them searching for anyone he'd met with the same unnatural beauty as this person before him.

"Come on Skipper, I'm insulted. It shouldn't take you this long to recognize me." He pouted, but it sat wrong on his hard face. He started walking towards him, legs taking slow calculated strides. Skipper took a large step back, ready to sprint away only to have his arms grabbed in a tight hold, sharp nails digging crescent moons into his flawless pretty skin.

The mocking tone was gone, the cruel-pretties eyes flashing as he lent forward, murmuring. "Look into my eyes."

Skipper swallowed, fighting the ever-present urge to swing out or try conjure up some way to escape the vice grip on his arms. He glared, mouth flattened into a firm line, into the new-comers eyes. The iris and pupil seemed to be one, linked in absolute black, as if the strands of muscle were never there. 'Why do I know you? Where have I encountered you before?!' The thoughts raced as his eyes narrowed, desperately searching for whatever the other wanted him to find.

As he stared the twin shades of black seemed to diverge, the pupils almost growing darker in comparison to the ever lightening black around them. But it wasn't black, it was brown. A very dark shadow of brown, yet still a warm brown, the dark rust coloured eyes reminding him of the rusty ruins at night.

It was then he realised, body tightning ever so slightly. "Hans?"

The smile kicked up a few watts, sharp teeth ever more prominent. "Nice to see you too Skipper old chum."

He Kept his feet balanced and steady eyes narrowed against the harsh wind, internally wishing he'd left his goggles on, but externally laughing and whooping so loud that no one would have noticed. A sharp bend appeared in the moonlight and he swerved expertly. Relying on the hover-boards magnets to keep them on track he pushed the nose down slightly, Hearing the whirring magnets jerk up in pitch as he urged it faster. Behind him he could almost feel the breath down the back of his neck as the track started to slope upwards.

Excitement coiled in his stomach, eyes stinging as his hands quivered. The dangers of falling were minimalized by the crash-bracelets, but knowing the dammed things his arms would be ripped right out of their sockets. He could see the rise looming ever closer as sweat started to prickle at his brow. His breaths came in heavy gasps, adrenaline soaring as he board cleared the top of the track.

Then was the falling. The board hung gracefully in the air, arcing its way downwards as he let out a joyous yell. The world seemed weightless as he span through the darkness, body numb save for the tremors of excitement fluttering up and down his spine.

All too soon it was over, the boards magnets snapping back in as he slowed his board down the other slope, breath quick and frantic but a goofy smile still splayed over his face. Within the next ten seconds another drew up beside him.

The boy had shaggy black hair, and a nose and mouth that were too wide, but his warm chestnut eyes seemed to almost balance it out, glinting brightly out amid the darkness of the ruins. "Nice ride!" He commented, stepping lightly off his board.

"Hell yeah!" He cheered brightly, reaching out for a high five as he drifted along beside him for a moment, turning idly around in circles as the other ugly casually walked over to sit on a near-by rock, leaving his hover-board bobbing idly in the air. A quietness descended on them, but neither really seemed to mind too much.

"Do you ever get worried?"

Skipper stopped, turning with a quick adjustment of his balance to face him. "Well yeah, Getting caught is a real problem and I-"

"Not about that!" He interrupted, getting up and dragging Skipper by the hand back to sit next to him. "I mean about… You know, you and me?"

He stopped, tipping his head to the side with a faint wash of confusion dusting his gaze. What did he mean by that? Watching him trying to read the incredulous stare like the wall-screen back at the dorm the boy started to expand. "You know how Kowalski's saying that the operation changes your brain as well as how you look?"

The other nodded slowly. Ever since Kowalski's parents, a pair of middle-pretties working as surgeons for the operations, had died under mysterious circumstances, all he had been thinking about was the message they had somehow been able to send to him. Naturally he'd erased it instantly after reading it, because if what his parents had been saying was true then he could have possibly met their fate simply by knowing.

"you mean about pretties being bubble-heads? Yeah, Of course I do."

"what if…" He swallowed, looking down at the hand that was still between his own. "What if they really change us?"

An annoyed groan escaped him. "That's the whole idea of the operati-"

"Not like that! I mean, the whole Idea behind it is to make sure that everyone is the same right? Well… we're so different to everyone else and I really don't want to lose that."

Skipper felt his eyes soften. "They won't. I mean… why would they?"

He shrugged. "I don't know… but I don't want to risk it."

"what?"

"Are you up for the biggest trick ever?" He urged, eyes gleaming brightly hand clutching his tightly.

Skipper frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean not getting the operation!"

A silence fell on them, smothering the pair like a blanket. A loud laugh echoed out, breaking the eerie hold. "You're kidding me right? You can't just not get the operation, its compulsory!"

There was a tense, almost fearful note in his voice the next time he spoke. "That's why we leave."

"Leave?" He asked, mildly confused. Then it snapped into place and he recoiled in horror. "Leave the city?! Are you crazy?"

He shrugged. "Perhaps! But I'm not having my brain be flung out the window because of some stupid tradition!"

"Kowalski thinks he's worked out a way for it not to change you!"

He groaned. "Yes. And because he's the oldest you have one chance and if it doesn't work then you're stuffed aren't you? I don't want to risk it!"

He could only watch as he stood, snapping his fingers to call his hover-board over and swinging a back-pack over his shoulders. It just now made sense why he had brought it in the first place.

"Well that's a real shame." He snapped. He couldn't be serious, he just couldn't be! "The wardens will stop you anyway!"

"The wardens can't do shit!" He retaliated. The bitter remark was like a whip-lash against his skin, but as he glared up the disappointed look on him face said enough.

He stood, walking quickly over and grabbed the front of his shirt, fingers digging into the material. His mouth pressed tightly against the others, all the desperation and pleading he ever could have uttered sealed tightly between his desperate lips. When they broke faint gasps echoed into the air, barely filling the quiet that had moved in.

"I love you."

"Don't go."

"Then come with me."

"Good luck Hans."

And he'd left, Hover board zipping into the brush along the natural strains of iron running through the land. Now, three years later there stood the fifteen year old he had once knew, but for some reason he knew that there was more that had changed about him than just his appearance. Something was just off, and it was more than his face shape and eye colour. It was his whole stance, the poised intensity of his shoulders and the dark expression ever so slowly sleeping onto his face with every spare second that passed between them.

Finally his voice broke and actual words passed out from between his open jaw. "What happened to you?" He breathed, feeling his posture sinking slightly as he tried to wriggle away from the vice like grip on his arms.

Hans only grinned still, a mirthless chuckle escaping his throat as he finally let go of his arms. "They caught me dumbass." He stated calmly.

The words passed right by him without him even trying to decipher what it meant. "What do you mea-"

An irritated growl cut him off and he snapped his lips together sharply as Hans's eyes took a sharp veer into venomous territory. "And To think they call you a menace. They caught me, the wardens, three years and they finally caught me. But guess what?" He paused to laugh, a cackle that lacked all warmth and joy, mocking him ruthlessly. "Never mind, it would take you forever to get it with your limited mental capacity." He bent over and with a syrupy voice crooned. "Ever heard of a thing called 'Special Circumstances?'"

Skipper did step away that time, suddenly feeling the same blunt force impact of realization Kowalski must have suffered as his eyes widened impossibly. "No… They didn't."

He smiled knowingly as his voice died in his throat. "But they did." He stated quietly. "And look at me now."

It took all he had to not bolt right then. Hans, the very same person he been in love with, no scratch that, was in love with was standing before him as something so much worse than a bubble-head or an ugly.

He was a biologically enhanced special. A puppet for the very same government had had helped annoy endlessly for the better half of fifteen years.

A bitter laugh was let out and skipper gasped in pain as he felt his skin bruise under the rough and sudden grip on his jaw bones as his head was yanked forward. "Look at that face." Hans mocked. "That empty, over-used face. But that expression is absolutely priceless!"

"Let me go." He hissed, struggling vainly only to cry out as his nails sank into the butter soft skin as well.

"You know what? I am so happy now. Oh so happy with who I am and what I can do and the only thing ruining it is you." Hans spat, tossing his arm lazily to the side.

But what was lazy to him was violent and forceful to skipper as he felt his body get slammed into the tarmac on the roof, skin grazing in his exposed areas. He went to get up, forcing his bloodied palms against the ground only to be slammed back down viciously by a boot in his back. "Even though you repulse me more then you could possibly comprehend, part of me, some stupid part, still loves you despite it."

Right then he wished he could just block him out, but it seemed next to impossible as the next words grazed his ears. "Because I know what that mind is capable of."

A prick was all it took, one tiny jab of a needle and he fell under, his entire body relaxing into a catacomb state as Hans twiddled his ring again, rolling him over onto his back. His eyelids were shut, sending his black lashes splaying over his skin and lips parted ever so slightly.

And it sickened Hans to the core. The blood on his skin was proof of how weak and simple minded he was. It was the very definition of a pathetic display. But the only thing more pathetic was how much he still felt for him, even then.

"It's fine through." He stated softly, standing upright and flicking gravel off his pants absently. "Because black was always a much prettier colour for your eyes."

And with that he turned and walked off, motioning only once for the other three specials to jump across from the nearby building and gather the three pretties.

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The middle pretty never once looked up from his sheet of paper and He couldn't help but grimace. The skin was far too soft, eye-sight a pitiful smear on what his could do, and bones so fragile. He could have leaned over and snapped his neck right there. He wouldn't have seen it coming, dying in the half of a second it would take him to do the act its self.

But he didn't, because as useless as the pretty was to him, he was useful to some people for some odd reason. So he substituted the mindless violence for idly kicking his feet against the metal of the bed he was sitting on. His skintenna was going crazy with the muted whispers of the other specials from wherever it was they were standing around the sprawled out building witch had the over powering scent of sodium hypochlorite hanging in every corner.

With a final drawing of blood he was free, and slid off the bed and stretched luxuriously, feeling the bones in his shoulders bend slightly to the action before leaving. He walked quickly, keeping a strict pace as he worked his way through the building with a sharp efficiency. He kept track of the corners and passages on the map he could see displayed over his eyes, partially blocking his view. He had no idea what those things were called, but whatever it was it was fantastic.

Rounding the final corner he spotted him immediately, Standing with what would have appeared to be boredom in a corner. But he could see the tenseness in his muscles and almost feel the alertness it represented. And it was that alertness that let him know that he knew that he was here.

Grinning he wasted no time, walking quickly over. The others head twitched mere millimetres towards his approach, one eyebrow cocking its self on his forehead. He reached out and wound his hands around the collar of his shirt and dragged his towards him, forcing their lips together in a vicious kiss.

When he pulled away he could taste the bitter tang of blood on his tongue from where it had been sliced open on either one of their sharpened teeth. The pain was dulling away as the world zoomed up into an icy clarity.

The other reached out and ran the backs of his fingers down his cheek idly, head tipping curiously to the side.

"I knew black would suit you." Hans stated quietly.

Skipper wiped his blood away from the others lip. "You weren't wrong."

Mwhahahahahahahaha!

Yeah, the book series was uglies, pretties, specials and extras. Good books :P
Also I'm really sorry for disappearing for ages, but I've gotten real heavily into my drawing and I'm still trying to find a balance between that and writing. :/

I might not update this for a while because I have something I REALLY want to write… so if you like Pewdiepie keep an eye out :)