Post by lunadarkmatter479 on Nov 9, 2014 9:48:59 GMT -5
A droplet of water hit my face gently. As I opened my eyes I realized the roof was leaking again, my brother (Freddie Blair) obviously didn't fix it very well. I got up and looked in my mirror my horrid thin black hair swayed down to my hips, my icy blue eyes rimed in red. My lose fitting sleeping gown fell beneath my knees. Lying on the floor was my layettes victim in a pool of blood. I bent down and kissed the cold corpse. The skin on his check was ice cold and as hard as steel. I shall wait till sun down before I burn the corpse. when no one can see the smoke and the peacekeepers will be drinking. Oh how I adore the smell of a burning corpse. How the rotting flesh burns on top of the lit fire wood, just the way my father described to me and my dearly beloved brother. I walked over to my draws and pulled out my casual clothing a pair of black skinny jeans and a black lace long sleeved top. I pulled my top of my thin body. I had anorexia I thought that I was finally thin enough but my family always tell me I look disgustingly thin and that i should eat more, yet I never listen. Once again I looked in the mirror and pulled my hair tightly back into a high pony tail. My skin was a normal peachy pink. I lifted my hands up so I could see them still covered in blood from last nights job. I licked the small amount of blood off my index finger. Today at the market I shall go sell all the belongings of last nights victim.
I knelt down and searched the body of the man, a pocket watch, some nice clothes and something very special, an engagement ring. After stripping the body of all its clothing I slid it under my bed. As I set off to the market, my bag bulging with expensive objects. My hard leather boot hit the dusty dry floor as a puff of dirt appeared around my foot. As I made my way there I got many dirty looks lots of rumors were being spread about me, but one dear confront me about them because of what the rumors where. As I arrived at the hob I could smell smoke from wood fires and sweat from the many buyers and sellers. When I arrived it looked the dingy mess as it always did I got 'my' stuff out f my bag and started to sell. As I was selling the clothes, some one grabbed my wrist I span round about to lash out when I realized it was a peacekeeper and the head at that.
"AH, miss Blair how did some one like 'you' come to get clothes like 'that'." he spat into my face.
"Um well. Um officer I um..." I stammered before him. what could I say what ever happened next I knew I was going to get whipped. Better for stealing then for murder I thought.
"So come on then how did you come into possession of these items?" he questioned.
"I stole them officer." I spat smugly.
"You wont be so smug when your getting a lashing." he chuckled grabbing my wrist, and dragging me to the whipping post once there he span me round and ripped my top from my body. I stood there my bare skin showing. How humiliating but it was better than execution. I was tied to the post my back facing the peacekeeper.
The first lashing was the worst its stung like a thousand basing fires prickled my back. Whip after whip after three or four I felt a warm drip of blood trickle down the center of my back, but the peacekeeper didn't back down he continued with the lashings. The pain was in tense an consent. soon i blacked out and that's when darkness came.I felt lots of hands lifting me up but I was too weak to open my eyes to see who it was. I racked my brain to work out who would be helping me . Most people in the district despised me. I couldn't understand why in my own eyes I seem a very nice person. guess no to must then. Finally I realised who it was that was carrying me it was my brother Freddie Blair, I hated it when he helped me it meant that I owed him something and I never like owing people things because they make you do something you really don't want to do.
I slowly woke up lying on my front, someone dabbing my back with a wet cloth, "Hey Carrie," I managed to say.
"You idiot Taylor, what if you got us all caught we could have all been executed." She wined. I hated when Carrie was right, because she always was when I was involved.
"I know, I know I was stupid it wont happen again. where's my brother?" I wheezed.
"He's just sorting out the mess you've created, he'll be home in around half an hour until then I suggest you get some rest, okay." Explained Carrie, I gentally nodded my head and shut my eyes letting myself drift off to sleep.
