《Lawless》


 Murder

    The night sky is so black it looked as if a thick blanket had wrapped around the world. Because of the blackness, there is no sun so there is no heat. You would know how cold it is if you look at the corpse that lay infront of your lawn, or on the street, or in a trash can. They would have no flies flying around them and they would not reek as badly as normal. That probably meant that it is going to be really cold.


    If it was cold, it would be easy to come by. All you had to do was go to your neighbor''s house and hold up your hands. The house would most probably be on fire. If you were hungry, just climb over your other neighbor''s house, grab the nearest sharp knife and stab the youngest child. If you need new clothes, just run to a freshly killed frind of yours and take the clothes off of it. It''s quite easy to live there. That is, if you are the meanest and most repulsive human.


    It would be very difficult to survive there if you were a notable. Killing your brother is like killing yourself. But if they want to survrive, they have to be... clever. Notables are unlike the Commoners. They are intelligent, agile, sneaky and in every wayhuman.


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    The first thing i see on the way home is my mother murdering my best friend. Blood soaks her hands and my friend is clutching her bleeding throat, trying the gasp for air. I stand there, under a leafless tree, staring at the dreadful scene. My mother grabs her by the hair and carefullyslicesoff thin sheets of her flesh. My friend''s voice echo off the dilapitated buildings and rings in my ears. Her words scar me but i could do nothing.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    ''''Jason!'''' She screams, losing her voice. ''''Help my brother!''''


    Of all the people to help, she wants me to help her brother. That sadistic dirtbag who ruined his sister''s life. Of all the people to help, why not herself?


    ''''Please!'''' she wails, tears cascading down her dirtied and blood soaked face.


    I nod, not even sure if she can see it. My mother holds her head between her hands, staring evily at her. My friend continues to sob, tugging at my mother''s powerful arms.


    ''''I''m just gonna take this then ta-tah.'''' Mother grins.


    Then, with one horrifying jerk, my friend''s head snaps loudly. I just realise that i was holding my breath, preparing to see another poor life taken away.


    ''''Haha!'''' Mother cheers, dropping my friend''s body on the cold, damp earth. ''''Thast''s what you pretty girls get!''''


    She hurriedly removes my friend''s clothes leaving her in her shorts and undershirt. Mother runs away, laughing maniacly. I take a deep breath and walk towards the fresh corpse. Once i am next to her, i kneel down and touch her arm which is no longer straight, but a crooked zigzag from when my mother broke it in several places. Blood oozes out of a jagged gash on her throat. More comes out of her forehead from when my mother bashed it on an rock. The sight causes my throat to tighten painfully and my eyes to flood with tears. I couldn''t help her. I am too selfish.


    Her body has gone rigid so carrying her body is a bit hard, but i cannot leave her here where Commoners can pilage her body and use her for meat. She does not deserve her fate. I will kill her murderer, i swear it.

 Mistake

    Brit''s Brother is a huge muscular mass of stupidity. He is about 6 foot three and has the body of bear. He is and has long dark hair. He is called Paul and i hate him. Sure he looks pretty darn handsome and has that kind of innocent look on him but don''t be fooled. He is relentless if not disgusting. I have seen him many times eating someone alive, ripping off their flesh with his teeth or drinking up the blood that poured out of their neck. He is a Commoner but his sister is a Notable. I don''t know how that is but i dont care. I hate him as much as i hate my mom.


    I find Paul sitting infront of an old, destroyed building in the town centre. There, he stares at passer bys and licks his lips. When he spots me, i immediately draw my army seax. He stands up and walks to me, smiling maniacly.


    "Hey, Jackson!" He says, spreading his arms. "It''s been a long time."


    I stand straight and take a deep breath. "Yeah."


    "You have any food?" He asks, eyeing my black backpack.


    "No," i reply sincerly.


    I do not know why Brit wants me tosave her brother. He looks okay to me. In fact, he looks so okay he could just eat me, literally.


    "What''cha doin'' here?" He asks.


    "Nothing, just wanted to walk around."


    "Where''s ya girlfriend? Is she dead?"


    I tense and squeeze the knife. "She''s mybestfriend and she is also yur sister."


    "Look mate." He looks at me like he wants to clarify something. "I dont give a damn about this sistah thing. I dontt know what it is and i dont care. I was just asking if she''s dead so i can eat her. I''m starvin'' man."


    "She''s dead alright, and you are not eating her."This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    "Why not?" He shoves me hard but i stay planted on the ground.


    "Because i won''t allow it." I say smugly.


    "Oh i see what you''re doing." He pointy his grubby finger at me. "You''re hidding her so you can eat her yourself."


    I raise an eyebrow ,"No, i don''t eat friends."


    "The hell with this, i''m gonna find ''er and i''m gonna grill her up into a nice juicy meal."


    Paul turns around and runs, plowing into enranged Commoners. They yell at him and someone tried to stab him.


    "Jason, what are you doing?"


    I jump in surprise and look to my left. A lean, dark haired girl looks at me.


    "For crying out loud, Hilda." I clutch my pumping heart. "Don''t do that."


    She purses her lips and holds my left arm. "I have to talk to you."


    I follow her to an empty alleyway. It was dark and reeked badly of rotting corpses, urine and human waste.


    "Really? Here?" I say, covering my nose with my hand.


    "It''s not my fault people do their business here." She snarls.


    "Why''d ya bring me here?" I ask.


    "I''m sorry about Brit." She began.


    "Don''t have to be." Then i realise how bitter that sounded.


    Hilda looks at me, concerned.


    "Don''t feel bad about yourself, it wasn''t your fault."


    I pointed a finger at her. "Don''t start this again. Dont"


    "Fine, fine."


    "Is that all you where gonna tell me?"


    "Oi, lookee he''e!" Someone yells. "Two mates wanting to play."


    We look down the alley and see a big, stocky man in nothing but his boxer shorts and a sleeveless, tattered undershirt. Brown and red stains cover the surface of his clothes.


    "Move along, pal!" I call out, standing in front of Hilda.


    "You move along! This is my place!" He yells back.


    "Let''s go now." Hilda whispers to me.


    "No way!" I rage, "We were here first."


    "Ya betta be goin laddie or i''m taking that girl of yours to the streets."


    "Let''s go now." Hilda urged.


    "You''ll have to go through me!"


    "Jason!"


    "Why you!" The man yells.


    He ran to us, like a raging bull. I am the red cloth, and Hilda is the Matador. Before i knew it, he is so close to us that he is almost able to grab Hilda''s arm. I pull her away and drag her behind me as i flee. My blood surges and i feel it rushing in my ears. Hilda is screaming something but i do not listen. Fury drives me now. I am angry at the man, at Hilda, at Paul, at Brit and the Commoners and the Notables. I am angry at everyone and i want to destroy this town.


    The thought is a mistake. When it popped into my head, i stop and Hilda slams into me.


    "Jason let go of me!" Hilda shouts.


    I can feel her smacking my hand and trying to pry my fingers open. But i do not let go.


    I can destoy this town.


    Hilda screams and she comes out of my clutch. I turn around and see her being pinned to the ground, her clothes tossed to the side and the man on top of her.

 Jurisdiction

    I brought Hilda back to the compound. She was unconcious, bleeding and pale. It was my fault... again.


    I remember staring at her just as i stared at Brit. I remember not caring and letting it happen.


    I remember the guilt that had choked me for years rise from it''s firey grave. I remember it strangling me again.


    ''''JASON!''''


    I snap back to reality.


    The entire Consulate is staring at me. Six powerful people and two even more powerful ones. They look angry, furious even, and all i was doing was daydreaming.


    We are in the meeting room. It is brightly lit with grey walls and has a boxy feel. The room is surprisingly large. But then again, i feel so small.


    ''''Jason, do you have any idea on what you have just done today?'''' The Magistrate is leaning on the dark desk. His dark hair appeared to have white streaks but he is no older than thirty.


    ''''I am aware, sir.'''' i reply, trying to steady myself.


    ''''Then you know that you have failed your duty for the fourth time.''''


    ''''Yes, sir.''''


    ''''And you know what has to be done.'''' The female magistrate says from beside the standing male magistrate.


    ''''Wait,'''' i pipe up, ''''Hold on, I haven''t even said my side of the story.''''


    ''''We heard enough from Hilda''s side.'''' The female magistrate says, leaning back on her chair and crossing her muscular arms. '''' Why do we need to hear yours?''''If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    ''''Because it''s the law!'''' I smack my hand on the table. ''''It''s justice!''''


    ''''He''s right, ma''am.'''' the female Rogue leader says. ''''He does have the right. The law is with him.''''


    ''''Very well then.'''' she looks straight at me with those intriguing hazel eyes. ''''Tell us your story.''''


    So, i tell them my story. The entire time, Nicole (the female magistrate) kept her eyes firmly on me. It is obvious that she doesn''t believe and i don''t think she ever will. Darryl, on the other hand (the male magistrate), seemed to believe me all the way. Afterwards, i keep my trembling hands on my lap and try to calm down.


    ''''Your story matches with what Hilda says.'''' Darryl taps the tabletop then he looks at his partner. ''''What action must be taken?''''


    Nicole remains staring at me, but she nods her head. ''''If you want candour, i''d like to throw you into the murderers and let them slaughter you but,'''' She sits up and sighs. ''''I have to agree that your story matches with what Hilda says. so, i will leave Darryl incharge of your jurisdiction.''''


    She stands up and immediately leaves. We are all surprised at her stubborn gesture. Darryl is a bit shocked himself but he clears his throat and looks at me.


    ''''Jason, your case is not as big as Nicole makes it seem but your unreliablility troubles me. I do not think you are brave enough to protect lives. So, I suggest we remove you fro the Rogue firm and suspend you for a while. That means you are not allowed to leave this compound. You are subjected to community service in the mean time. Do you agree consulate?''''


    There are murmurs and soon they all agree.


    ''''This is to take action as soon as our session is finished.'''' Darryl entwines his fingers on the table. ''''You have to excuse Nicole, she does not appreciate your unreliabillity especially when you let her daughter down.''''


    ''''I know sir and i accept my jurisdicition.''''


    ''''Very well then.'''' Darryl stands up and tugs his coat. ''''Dismissed.''''


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    Hilda is kept in the infirmary and she is recovering from her trauma. I remember how Brit was. She reacted just as Hilda did. I visit her to ask how she is. She didn''t look at all okay. She is paler than ever and her eyes keep darting around the room. she could not look at me straight and her hands tremble badly. She has a permanent mark of fear etched into her face and it is all my fault. I was desperate and angry and depressed and guilty.


    ''''They found an exit.'''' She stutters.


    ''''what?'''' I ask


    Hilda bites her lip to keep it from trembling. ''''They found an exit.''''