Chapter 2 Anni Mal'e
So yeah, believe it or not I do get made fun of for my name. Hard to believe, right? I don't mind it though, it fits I guess. As I mention before I have a deep love for all animals, but if you're wondering if I have a favourite, I do. I hold a very soft spot in my heart for penguins. They always make me smile. Maybe it's the way they walk or their cute little face.
There's a protest today, outside the biggest slaughter house in the city. Masses of big lorries the size of double decker buses come here every day. The day is ended by rivers of blood pouring down the streets into the drains, and people leaving (who arrived in pure white) covered in dark red. Have they no conscience? Have they no guilt? Fucking murderers. They're the ones who should be slaughtered day in and day out. Everyone was facing forward with their placards and banners, so they could be seen by the media, taking pictures and interviewing some of the animal lovers. Caught up by the crowd, I pushed my way to the back to get some air. That's when I realised someone was coming out of the hellish building. Looking at them, the man caught my glare and smirked. His gloves were dripping with animal's blood. He took off his glasses and got in his car. No one noticed the monster, I was the only one, being so far behind and everyone else was so caught up with the flashes and shouting of the press. My instinct told me to march up to him and shake him so violently until the evil came out. I went with my instinct.
'You're a monster!' I snarled at the disgusting human being inside his car. He continued to keep smiling at me. 'How the fuck so you even sleep at night?!' His smile grew winder. The more he smiled at me, the more furious I became. 'Answer me you evil bastard!' Instead of smiling, he began laughing. At this point I was shaking and tears were streaming down my cheeks. Heat like I have never felt poured through my veins. 'THE SLAUGHTERER IS HERE!' Within seconds' hundreds of people surrounded his car. Screams and hate filled the air. One of the protesters began spray painting something on his car, another spat, one protester threw his shoe at the car window. Cameras surrounded us and the media went wild with frenzy. Without thinking, I grabbed a small slate that was leant against the entrance of the building. It was the only thing in sight that was big enough to cause any sort of damage. As I stormed back to the car, I pushed people out of the way so they wouldn't get hurt. Next thing I knew, the car window was smashed. The protesters screamed with delight and the monster inside the car looked petrified. For a moment, I made eye contact with him, it was my turn to smirk.
Shit. I heard sirens, this wasn't good. RUN! To give myself credit, I made it half way down the street until I got cuffed. 'You're coming with me.' It was the infamous Jim Gordon. I instantly recognised him from the papers and the tv. Out of breath and crying, I attempted to apologise, but decided to save it for the station. He dragged me to the police van, where a bunch of other protesters sat and looked defeated. 'That's the last of them.' The police van door slammed shut as I hung my head with shame. Great, now I'll have a criminal record. I despise criminals and the way they ruin this city, and now I'm one of them. Throughout my life, I have had the upmost respect for the law and justice, but where was the justice here? We're getting arrested for trying to save others more vulnerable than us, when a murderous monster is driving away to get on with his care free life.