Chasing the Dark { Sassy Taloanza one-shot}

"Sas" huh "saaas" the whispering continued.

"What do you want!!!" I roared. Oh ripred, I'd fallen asleep in the streets again. My back and belly ached, and now I'd been awoken from a not so restful slumber.

"Hi! Sas!" Chirps little Seraphina in response. The local homeless girl.

"Why'd you wake me up little girl? You know the rules about messin' with girls in me gang. Scram" Ugh my voice won't come out quite right. Super croaky.
I stood up as she ran away, stretched out my arms and body like a frightened cat. Pop pop pop, my damn spine needed a good crack. But where have the other girls gone? Luna always usually ditched but the other never did. I figured I'd passed out in the streets after another rager. The girls and I had stolen some makeup kits. Oh shit, me makeup.
My legs tangled wobbled as I stumbled off the periwinkle cobblestone of the alleyway. My spine still hurt from the street. Throbbing soarness wreaked havoc on my flank. I didn't care though, the treasure was so close.
3,2,6, 7 I followed the grid pattern on the cobblestone exactly. Here. I know it is. The middle fingernail of my write hand burned as I clawed at the stone. It took a few tries, but finally it was wrenched free. And in my style street hiding spot there was.....
Nothing. Goddamnit. The little girl had robbed me again. My whole brand, whole chance of escaping this life, lies in that box of makeup.

"Seraphina!" I hear giggles. "C'mere you lil shit!"
Little footsteps, slapping hard against the glittering stone. I had her now.
My chest started to burn as I ran towards her, faster every second. Finally, so close to exhaustion, I am able to grab her coattails.
"Little girl, little girl, you out to break two of my rules today eh?"
She laughed, a little jingly thing. "What are you gonna do about it? Hmm?"

Why I outta... wait. This was a good oppurtunity.

"You 'ave my box then?"
The little girl shook her head in defiance. I grabbed her head in my hands.

"Give me the damn box, Seraphina or I'll report you to your pa"
The girl released the box and then began to bawl. She was on the streets because of him the girl was hiding from the horrible man. Everyone knew to steer clear of him and protect her. Normally I wouldn't have dared but... I needed my new colors.


I knew I shouldn't have done it. But my god was the makeup beautiful. I was able to do my face and my nails. My unique and frightwning style. The girl knew better. Everyone on that strip did. Besides, had I had me supplies amd me face on, she would have known not to mess with me. Everyone should. I'm not a cuddly little puppy afterall. I'm a venomous snake, and I'm not afraid to bite.