Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Apocalypse Game ❯ Chapter 2
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By: OreSama 
Karaka goes out for a night with her friend Beth. However when a boy begins bullying her, Karaka stands up to fight him....
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 155 | Status: Completed
Karaka goes out for a night with her friend Beth. However when a boy begins bullying her, Karaka stands up to fight him....
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 155 | Status: Completed
Author's Note:This story is my original work and not based of any pre existing work.
2
At night the roads appeared to be white, with the light of the moon and street light blanketing the entire road, every square inch within the entire city. Many of leisurely based businesses got their lights out at this time, and combined every color hat could be created could be found somewhere, sometimes with colors they had no business being with. Many of the in house lights appeared much brither now, no longer competing with the sun, and ended up adding to the colorful nights as well. Of course, their lights only occupied the residential area.
Karaka entered the business district now, which was not short in populace. As was common, most of the adults out at this point were either drunks, workers, or men who liked to go out a party, with the one or two doing late night shopping, which in this day and age was nothing short of reckless. Karaka was wearing a pink tanktop, tucked into blue jeans wearing brown sandles. Strapped to her back was a small sack connected to two straps that went around Karaka's shoulders. As she strolled down the brightened road, she kept her hands gripped for dear life on the straps. She kept them up as close to her shoulder area as possible, her arms ready to spring to the bag on her back if given any provocation.
Should be just a block down from here. Better not stay out too late, I still have school tomorrow after all.
Karaka strolled down at a lesiurely pace, but in the back of her mind was the paranoia that someone was going to grab her at any moment. Her eyes were constantly darting from side to side like a ping pong ball being knocked back and forth, back and forth. She could feel sweat accumilating at the very tip of her forehead, Karaka instinctively wiping it away.
Karaka was coming closer among groups of teens hangning around as she came closer and closer to her destination. Many of them were smoking, others talking but Karaka could scarcely hear their words over the beating of her heart, or make them out among the random bouts of laughter and profanities fired out, some even screamed and echoing through the sky.
My hand! It almost shot right into my backpack. C'mon, you have to stop being so paranoid. What's to worry about? I'm just a stupid girl according to them, right? Why would anyone want trouble with me? Oh right, muggers. I'm not even rich, that shows right? No fair, I'm not supposed to be feeling this way, no fair at all!
Karaka let out a loud sigh of relief when she finally made it out of the crowds. Only a couple buildings down.
See? Nothing happened. Just leave them alone and they'll leave you alone.
The building she arrived at had by look, obviously have gone out of their way to look colorful. There was a light on every square inch of the outside building, a blinding sensastion at first. Karaka walked in, the heating of the light attacking her briefly before entering the inside.
The floor was nothing but square shaped textiles that flashed multiple colors. The floor was wide, big enough to fit at least five average sized bedrooms. At the very end was a long table, stained by drinks, littered with crumbs and even what appeared to be blood, refreshments lined across. There was a sphere hangning from the ceiling that fired out rays of multi colored lights, Karaka putting a hand over her eyes to keep herself from being blinded. Their were chairs against the wall circling the entire room except for the entrance and exit. The chairs were half filled, and many more people were out on the floor, most dancing to a rock song played at glass shattering volume.
"Hello Karaka, quite the experience, your first time, isn't it?" asked a boy Karaka recognized. The boy was dressed with a white button up shirt tucked into black leather pants with a black leather belt holding it together and a black vest over it. He had black sneakers as well with white stripes on the side. His hair was a brownish blond.
"Hey Damien. I hope you know for me this is just a chance to get out of the house and enjoy myself. Don't expect anything long term" said Karaka. Damien's expression didn't appear to show any signs of dissapointment nor of being offended. Damien held out his hand to her.
"C'mon, I haven't been able to dance all night. As a friend, could you do me this one favor? Our relationship will never be anything more then friendship perhaps, but that dosen't mean we can't have a little fun" said Damien in a matter of fact tone. Karaka was offput a little, his words feeling almost scripted. Karaka caustiously took his hand, then took his other one. The music stopped and a much smoother, slower song played. Karaka and Damien did a tango, which Karaka had never done. Damien had never actually done it himself, only through watching it did he get it. Both were very nervous, but Damien kept a confident smile on his face. Karaka looked uneasy, as though she shouldn't have been doing that.
Time passed by, only a few moments but those moments seemed to draw on and on and on for them. Even when the song came to an end, they didn't let go immidiately, letting th realization sink in they had actually done this. Damien let go.
"Where's Beth? Have you seen her?" asked Karaka. Damien shrugged, Karaka turning away from him She strolled through the dance floor scanning the room. Damien walked over to a nearby chair and sat down.
Such a nice girl you are, Karaka. Such a very nice girl. It was a lovely dance tonight, you're pretty good for a girl, especially your first time. I know I've got your interest at least. I just need to work a little further, perhaps a gift, and you'll fall for me in no time flat.
Karaka was just about to give up when she looked to the entrance. There was a small girl, just over four feet in height, wearing a glittery black dress and black high heels getting yanked out by the wrist.
Beth! What the hell?
The one who was dragging her out was a silver haired boy wearing a purple tanktop with matching purple pants, silver chains wrapped around each of his ankles, and dark purple combat boots. He licked his chops, holding her wrist tightly. "You do not say no to me!" he yelled, his voice rising in intensity. He pulled Beth forward by the wrist roughly to the point she nearly fell on her face. Beth's heart actually skipped a beat, then she was thrust back the same way, her back hitting the wall hard. The pain shot up her spine like a bullet. Her body went instantly limp, falling into a sitting position. There were a group of boys just across watching this and laughing, even joking about it.
"Back off!" yelled Karaka stepping outside. The silver haired boy looked at her with the same, angered expression. The other boys watching laughed. Many were among the crowd Karaka was nervous around before. The silver haired boy slapped Karaka roughly across the face, inciting more laughs. Karaka could hear the echo of the slap, her face moving to the left. The silver haired boy stared at Karaka with shock when she just moved her head back to face his.
She didn't go down from that? Now she has the nerve to stare at me like that? She is crossing me!
The silver haired boy yanked Beth to her feet by her hair. Karaka's body was quivering from a hybrid of anxiety and rage. "Get out of here, this is none of your business" said the boy. Karaka's hand shot into her pack, this time without being stopped. She yanked out the handle to her sword, the blade instantly extending. This brought upon a chorus of oohs and awws. Murmurs of bewilderment began, Karaka gripping the sword firmly and holding it in front of her. The tip was aimed at the boy's face.
"If you don't let her go in the next five seconds, I'm going to cut that arm right off!" threatened Karaka.
This girl is challenging me? Is this a joke? It's a bluff, or maybe this bitch is dumber then the normal girl, which is pretty hard to do.
The silver haired boy cracked his knuckles. Karaka didn't back down. She's serious about this. Hey, this works in my favor. I'll get that girl to be my catch, by beating her friend to death. The silver haired boy shoved Beth towards the crowd of boys. Beth looked up to them, frightened by the hungry looks in their eyes.
A scream. Followed by another. These screams kept coming like a dommino effect, along with spurts of blood and the sound of bodies hitting the ground. The silver haired boy and Karaka looked up to the roof, two boys standing up there. One was an obese one, wearing a brown vest with no shirt, black jean pants and brown cowboy boots. He wore a red bandana over his head. The other had purple hair with shades of red, a red jacket with black marks on the shoulder area, over a yellow shirt with black jean shorts. He wore black socks and sneakers.
"Rivora, explain your actions" said the purple haired one. Karaka's blade retracted, putting it back into her backpack. She ran over to Beth. Her face and arms were covered in blood, her dress stained as well. Karaka held her trembiling body closely, while looking at the scene nearest her.
"Are you sure it was a good idea to kill those guys?" asked the larger of the two. "They're not quite dead, just wounded" said the purple haired one.
"Give me a break Megro, I'm partying. Why did you bring lardass Jerome with you, did you lure him here with a piece of meat?" asked Rivora. Jerome looked down at his feet. Karaka shot a glare of certain death at Rivora. What an asshole! One more minute and he'd be on the ground bleeding.
Despite these aggressive thoughts, Karaka watched this scene nervously. She had felt at ease enough to retract her blade, this Megro appearing to be the voice of reason. However looking at his expression, which showed no emotion and didn't appear to change, made her second guess her decision. He looked like some sort of sociapath to her.
"You still represent us Rivora, the Mahados. Beating up girls is a shameful act that will not reflect on us well" said Megro. He turned to Karaka, their eyes meeting for the first time. "What do you think you're doing wielding a sword, much less making challenges?" asked Megro.
"Who asked you! Come down here and I'll show you what I can do with this sword!" challenged Karaka. Rivora snickered at Karaka.
Challenging me was stupid enough, but Megro? She truly has no clue.
Megro almost appeared as if he would accept the challenge. He took one step, then came off the roof and landed near Rivora. Jerome leaped down as well, hurting his legs. "We're leaving. You've embaressed us enough for one night" said Megro. Karaka let go of Beth and go to her feet.
"Rivora, right? You listen up you asshole, if I ever see you again, I'm not going to hesitate, I'm coming after you, got it!" yelled Karaka angrily. Rivora growled with a bitter stare at Karaka. Then he turned and walked away with Megro and Jerome. Damien stepped outside, looking over at Karaka and Beth.
"Oh dear" he said. He looked on the opposite side, several uniformed men heading their way.
2
At night the roads appeared to be white, with the light of the moon and street light blanketing the entire road, every square inch within the entire city. Many of leisurely based businesses got their lights out at this time, and combined every color hat could be created could be found somewhere, sometimes with colors they had no business being with. Many of the in house lights appeared much brither now, no longer competing with the sun, and ended up adding to the colorful nights as well. Of course, their lights only occupied the residential area.
Karaka entered the business district now, which was not short in populace. As was common, most of the adults out at this point were either drunks, workers, or men who liked to go out a party, with the one or two doing late night shopping, which in this day and age was nothing short of reckless. Karaka was wearing a pink tanktop, tucked into blue jeans wearing brown sandles. Strapped to her back was a small sack connected to two straps that went around Karaka's shoulders. As she strolled down the brightened road, she kept her hands gripped for dear life on the straps. She kept them up as close to her shoulder area as possible, her arms ready to spring to the bag on her back if given any provocation.
Should be just a block down from here. Better not stay out too late, I still have school tomorrow after all.
Karaka strolled down at a lesiurely pace, but in the back of her mind was the paranoia that someone was going to grab her at any moment. Her eyes were constantly darting from side to side like a ping pong ball being knocked back and forth, back and forth. She could feel sweat accumilating at the very tip of her forehead, Karaka instinctively wiping it away.
Karaka was coming closer among groups of teens hangning around as she came closer and closer to her destination. Many of them were smoking, others talking but Karaka could scarcely hear their words over the beating of her heart, or make them out among the random bouts of laughter and profanities fired out, some even screamed and echoing through the sky.
My hand! It almost shot right into my backpack. C'mon, you have to stop being so paranoid. What's to worry about? I'm just a stupid girl according to them, right? Why would anyone want trouble with me? Oh right, muggers. I'm not even rich, that shows right? No fair, I'm not supposed to be feeling this way, no fair at all!
Karaka let out a loud sigh of relief when she finally made it out of the crowds. Only a couple buildings down.
See? Nothing happened. Just leave them alone and they'll leave you alone.
The building she arrived at had by look, obviously have gone out of their way to look colorful. There was a light on every square inch of the outside building, a blinding sensastion at first. Karaka walked in, the heating of the light attacking her briefly before entering the inside.
The floor was nothing but square shaped textiles that flashed multiple colors. The floor was wide, big enough to fit at least five average sized bedrooms. At the very end was a long table, stained by drinks, littered with crumbs and even what appeared to be blood, refreshments lined across. There was a sphere hangning from the ceiling that fired out rays of multi colored lights, Karaka putting a hand over her eyes to keep herself from being blinded. Their were chairs against the wall circling the entire room except for the entrance and exit. The chairs were half filled, and many more people were out on the floor, most dancing to a rock song played at glass shattering volume.
"Hello Karaka, quite the experience, your first time, isn't it?" asked a boy Karaka recognized. The boy was dressed with a white button up shirt tucked into black leather pants with a black leather belt holding it together and a black vest over it. He had black sneakers as well with white stripes on the side. His hair was a brownish blond.
"Hey Damien. I hope you know for me this is just a chance to get out of the house and enjoy myself. Don't expect anything long term" said Karaka. Damien's expression didn't appear to show any signs of dissapointment nor of being offended. Damien held out his hand to her.
"C'mon, I haven't been able to dance all night. As a friend, could you do me this one favor? Our relationship will never be anything more then friendship perhaps, but that dosen't mean we can't have a little fun" said Damien in a matter of fact tone. Karaka was offput a little, his words feeling almost scripted. Karaka caustiously took his hand, then took his other one. The music stopped and a much smoother, slower song played. Karaka and Damien did a tango, which Karaka had never done. Damien had never actually done it himself, only through watching it did he get it. Both were very nervous, but Damien kept a confident smile on his face. Karaka looked uneasy, as though she shouldn't have been doing that.
Time passed by, only a few moments but those moments seemed to draw on and on and on for them. Even when the song came to an end, they didn't let go immidiately, letting th realization sink in they had actually done this. Damien let go.
"Where's Beth? Have you seen her?" asked Karaka. Damien shrugged, Karaka turning away from him She strolled through the dance floor scanning the room. Damien walked over to a nearby chair and sat down.
Such a nice girl you are, Karaka. Such a very nice girl. It was a lovely dance tonight, you're pretty good for a girl, especially your first time. I know I've got your interest at least. I just need to work a little further, perhaps a gift, and you'll fall for me in no time flat.
Karaka was just about to give up when she looked to the entrance. There was a small girl, just over four feet in height, wearing a glittery black dress and black high heels getting yanked out by the wrist.
Beth! What the hell?
The one who was dragging her out was a silver haired boy wearing a purple tanktop with matching purple pants, silver chains wrapped around each of his ankles, and dark purple combat boots. He licked his chops, holding her wrist tightly. "You do not say no to me!" he yelled, his voice rising in intensity. He pulled Beth forward by the wrist roughly to the point she nearly fell on her face. Beth's heart actually skipped a beat, then she was thrust back the same way, her back hitting the wall hard. The pain shot up her spine like a bullet. Her body went instantly limp, falling into a sitting position. There were a group of boys just across watching this and laughing, even joking about it.
"Back off!" yelled Karaka stepping outside. The silver haired boy looked at her with the same, angered expression. The other boys watching laughed. Many were among the crowd Karaka was nervous around before. The silver haired boy slapped Karaka roughly across the face, inciting more laughs. Karaka could hear the echo of the slap, her face moving to the left. The silver haired boy stared at Karaka with shock when she just moved her head back to face his.
She didn't go down from that? Now she has the nerve to stare at me like that? She is crossing me!
The silver haired boy yanked Beth to her feet by her hair. Karaka's body was quivering from a hybrid of anxiety and rage. "Get out of here, this is none of your business" said the boy. Karaka's hand shot into her pack, this time without being stopped. She yanked out the handle to her sword, the blade instantly extending. This brought upon a chorus of oohs and awws. Murmurs of bewilderment began, Karaka gripping the sword firmly and holding it in front of her. The tip was aimed at the boy's face.
"If you don't let her go in the next five seconds, I'm going to cut that arm right off!" threatened Karaka.
This girl is challenging me? Is this a joke? It's a bluff, or maybe this bitch is dumber then the normal girl, which is pretty hard to do.
The silver haired boy cracked his knuckles. Karaka didn't back down. She's serious about this. Hey, this works in my favor. I'll get that girl to be my catch, by beating her friend to death. The silver haired boy shoved Beth towards the crowd of boys. Beth looked up to them, frightened by the hungry looks in their eyes.
A scream. Followed by another. These screams kept coming like a dommino effect, along with spurts of blood and the sound of bodies hitting the ground. The silver haired boy and Karaka looked up to the roof, two boys standing up there. One was an obese one, wearing a brown vest with no shirt, black jean pants and brown cowboy boots. He wore a red bandana over his head. The other had purple hair with shades of red, a red jacket with black marks on the shoulder area, over a yellow shirt with black jean shorts. He wore black socks and sneakers.
"Rivora, explain your actions" said the purple haired one. Karaka's blade retracted, putting it back into her backpack. She ran over to Beth. Her face and arms were covered in blood, her dress stained as well. Karaka held her trembiling body closely, while looking at the scene nearest her.
"Are you sure it was a good idea to kill those guys?" asked the larger of the two. "They're not quite dead, just wounded" said the purple haired one.
"Give me a break Megro, I'm partying. Why did you bring lardass Jerome with you, did you lure him here with a piece of meat?" asked Rivora. Jerome looked down at his feet. Karaka shot a glare of certain death at Rivora. What an asshole! One more minute and he'd be on the ground bleeding.
Despite these aggressive thoughts, Karaka watched this scene nervously. She had felt at ease enough to retract her blade, this Megro appearing to be the voice of reason. However looking at his expression, which showed no emotion and didn't appear to change, made her second guess her decision. He looked like some sort of sociapath to her.
"You still represent us Rivora, the Mahados. Beating up girls is a shameful act that will not reflect on us well" said Megro. He turned to Karaka, their eyes meeting for the first time. "What do you think you're doing wielding a sword, much less making challenges?" asked Megro.
"Who asked you! Come down here and I'll show you what I can do with this sword!" challenged Karaka. Rivora snickered at Karaka.
Challenging me was stupid enough, but Megro? She truly has no clue.
Megro almost appeared as if he would accept the challenge. He took one step, then came off the roof and landed near Rivora. Jerome leaped down as well, hurting his legs. "We're leaving. You've embaressed us enough for one night" said Megro. Karaka let go of Beth and go to her feet.
"Rivora, right? You listen up you asshole, if I ever see you again, I'm not going to hesitate, I'm coming after you, got it!" yelled Karaka angrily. Rivora growled with a bitter stare at Karaka. Then he turned and walked away with Megro and Jerome. Damien stepped outside, looking over at Karaka and Beth.
"Oh dear" he said. He looked on the opposite side, several uniformed men heading their way.