LiberatedIndividual
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The young male, with his shaggy hair and dark grey eyes, stared at the pale girl with mild curiosity and wariness.
“I know you. You’re that girl that was around when Milder died.” he stated, a trace of hostility in his gruff voice.
She gave a smile, though the smile didn’t reached her eyes. “That’s right.” she replied, her voice emotionless and cold.
“You killed him.” It didn’t seem to be a question.
“And what if I did?”
There was a pause. “What am I going to do to you? We’re probably being watched at the moment. It’s not like I can do anything to you.”
She approached him and swept his dark hair from his face. “I know.” she agreed, glancing around the lone alley with its upturned trash cans and litter. Her eyes turned back to him and she stared at him deeply. “You and I are the same.”
“How so?” he asked, grasping her hand gently and dropping it back to her side.
“We’re both unwanted and loveless. Raised and dependant on dark creatures.” she whispered.
He backed away from her abruptly and scowled at her furiously. “We’re not the same. I-I am wanted.” he insisted. She gave him a sceptical smile, which unnerved him slightly. “What’s your name?”
“I don’t have a name.” she shrugged. “I never had one. Names can be traced.” She paused and looked into his eyes. “What’s yours?”
“I have no idea. I was born without a name, but after Tyler brought me into his family, he said I could choose any name I liked. I chose Rowle, the name of the only person I ever loved.” The rain continued to pelt them, but for a moment, the thunder was silent and the rain didn’t affect either of them.
“I see. Rowle... It suits you.” she said, smiling as she repeated his name quietly. “You can call me Black Crow.”
“Black Crow?” Rowle frowned and stared at her incredulously.
“After my sister died crows surrounded her. I expected them to start pecking away at her, but they didn’t. They cloaked her body and she became a figure of shadows. Black shadows. Black crows. No one cared about the shadow dwelling crows, just like how society didn’t care about me. A suffering, lonely child.” she explained. Her eyes were dark and hollow, but deep down; a fire had ignited within her black eyes. “They raised me. Gave me scraps that had probably been eaten by other homeless people. They looked after me. They were more humane then this whole f**king city.” She spat. Rowle stared at her and something akin to astonishment crossed his face.
“In the end, the crows were hunted by the pigs of this place, and I was alone again. Ever since then, I’ve been fending for myself, a rat destined to poison itself.” She fell silent and looked down to the filthy, puddle covered ground. “I’ve been waiting for the day I’d see her again.”
As she finished, loud, blaring sirens screamed through the streets, and Rowle snapped his head to the end of the alleyway. “Sh*t. They’re probably here about Tyler and the rest.” He turned back to Black Crow. “Go!” he shoved her and she stumbled. “Get out of here!”
“But what about you-?”
“I can take care of myself.” Looking at his threadbare jacket, ripped jeans and bedraggled appearance, she highly doubted it, but she saw the well-built body beneath the several holes in his shirts and nodded shakily. She ran towards him and held him tightly for a brief second.
“Make sure you survive.” she warned. He smiled and nodded stiffly. The sirens grew louder and she darted into the shadows. Rowle glanced back and she winked at him. Slowly, the shadows of the alley consumed her and the giant shape of a black bird flew away into the sky. As the sirens grew louder and armoured soldiers leapt out from the cars, Rowle lifted his fists.
“You and I really are the same. Both of us are rats condemned to die from our actions.” he mumbled.
The merciless rain continued to plummet to the earth and in the distance, the mournful sound of a crow cawing could be heard.
This is the flashback sequence of how my second protagonist met Rowle, a missing friend from her child hood. Swears have been censored. The story is still in progress, and I might not stick to this scenario. Let me know whether it’s cliché/boring/interesting/confusing? Should I be more descriptive or less descriptive? Et cetera.
The young male, with his shaggy hair and dark grey eyes, stared at the pale girl with mild curiosity and wariness.
“I know you. You’re that girl that was around when Milder died.” he stated, a trace of hostility in his gruff voice.
She gave a smile, though the smile didn’t reached her eyes. “That’s right.” she replied, her voice emotionless and cold.
“You killed him.” It didn’t seem to be a question.
“And what if I did?”
There was a pause. “What am I going to do to you? We’re probably being watched at the moment. It’s not like I can do anything to you.”
She approached him and swept his dark hair from his face. “I know.” she agreed, glancing around the lone alley with its upturned trash cans and litter. Her eyes turned back to him and she stared at him deeply. “You and I are the same.”
“How so?” he asked, grasping her hand gently and dropping it back to her side.
“We’re both unwanted and loveless. Raised and dependant on dark creatures.” she whispered.
He backed away from her abruptly and scowled at her furiously. “We’re not the same. I-I am wanted.” he insisted. She gave him a sceptical smile, which unnerved him slightly. “What’s your name?”
“I don’t have a name.” she shrugged. “I never had one. Names can be traced.” She paused and looked into his eyes. “What’s yours?”
“I have no idea. I was born without a name, but after Tyler brought me into his family, he said I could choose any name I liked. I chose Rowle, the name of the only person I ever loved.” The rain continued to pelt them, but for a moment, the thunder was silent and the rain didn’t affect either of them.
“I see. Rowle... It suits you.” she said, smiling as she repeated his name quietly. “You can call me Black Crow.”
“Black Crow?” Rowle frowned and stared at her incredulously.
“After my sister died crows surrounded her. I expected them to start pecking away at her, but they didn’t. They cloaked her body and she became a figure of shadows. Black shadows. Black crows. No one cared about the shadow dwelling crows, just like how society didn’t care about me. A suffering, lonely child.” she explained. Her eyes were dark and hollow, but deep down; a fire had ignited within her black eyes. “They raised me. Gave me scraps that had probably been eaten by other homeless people. They looked after me. They were more humane then this whole f**king city.” She spat. Rowle stared at her and something akin to astonishment crossed his face.
“In the end, the crows were hunted by the pigs of this place, and I was alone again. Ever since then, I’ve been fending for myself, a rat destined to poison itself.” She fell silent and looked down to the filthy, puddle covered ground. “I’ve been waiting for the day I’d see her again.”
As she finished, loud, blaring sirens screamed through the streets, and Rowle snapped his head to the end of the alleyway. “Sh*t. They’re probably here about Tyler and the rest.” He turned back to Black Crow. “Go!” he shoved her and she stumbled. “Get out of here!”
“But what about you-?”
“I can take care of myself.” Looking at his threadbare jacket, ripped jeans and bedraggled appearance, she highly doubted it, but she saw the well-built body beneath the several holes in his shirts and nodded shakily. She ran towards him and held him tightly for a brief second.
“Make sure you survive.” she warned. He smiled and nodded stiffly. The sirens grew louder and she darted into the shadows. Rowle glanced back and she winked at him. Slowly, the shadows of the alley consumed her and the giant shape of a black bird flew away into the sky. As the sirens grew louder and armoured soldiers leapt out from the cars, Rowle lifted his fists.
“You and I really are the same. Both of us are rats condemned to die from our actions.” he mumbled.
The merciless rain continued to plummet to the earth and in the distance, the mournful sound of a crow cawing could be heard.
This is the flashback sequence of how my second protagonist met Rowle, a missing friend from her child hood. Swears have been censored. The story is still in progress, and I might not stick to this scenario. Let me know whether it’s cliché/boring/interesting/confusing? Should I be more descriptive or less descriptive? Et cetera.