Post by Lightflame on Oct 20, 2016 1:53:18 GMT -5
A new story starring poppy.. Will she get milk?
Chapter 1: The Dawn of a Quest
At the stroke of midnight, Bramia opened her eyes and realized that something was deeply and fundamentally wrong in the universe.
She hadn’t been sleeping, of course. Sleep was for the weak souls who needed to rest themselves. Bramia only needed blood for sustenance. She had been trying to clear her mind so that she could write her three million word long essay. Bramia could usually knock them out in two and a half hours, but this time, she felt like she would take three unless she refreshed herself.
Bramia rose from her throne, heading towards the fridge. As she walked, she pondered the feeling of wrongness in her gut. She was self-conscious, but it wasn’t that. She usually was too critical of herself, and it never caused the air to feel thick with tension. She tried to ignore it, but disaster loomed overhead, filling her with apprehension. Any moment now, something could go horribly wrong.
Bramia opened the fridge and shrieked with terror at the sight that lay before her. She was out of milk.
Bramia’s Roommate Jane, poked her head in. “Sorry, my bad,” she said. “I got thirsty and didn’t look at whom’s milk I was drinking.”
Bramia turned to snarl at the other girl. She wasn’t even Bramia’s roommate. Her seer parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jane, had named her Bramia’s Roommate, predicting that she and Bramia would be great friends. Unfortunately, they had been mistaken. Their daughter was a kleptomaniac, and no matter what security measures Bramia took, she would always find new ways to break in and steal Bramia’s stuff.
Bramia had tolerated it for long enough, but this was the final straw. Her anger with Bramia’s Roommate had reached a peak.
“That’s not how you use whom!” she roared. Before Bramia’s Roommate could move, Bramia leapt at her, print copy of a past essay in hand. Screaming, Bramia beat Bramia’s Roommate over and over, until the girl finally fell still.
As she licked herself clean of the blood, Bramia heard a knock on the door. Sighing, she went to open it. She didn’t have any makeup on, and her clothes were still bloodstained, but whoever was at the door was probably going to come in anyway. She would just have to make sure they didn’t look at her face.
Bramia held a book up to her face as she opened the door. She would have used The Great Gatsby, but she was worried about getting blood on it, so the vague, nondescript book would have to do.
She quickly glanced up to see who the person at the door was and recognized Jesus Chavez, wearing a fleece jacket. He lived across the hall from her, but they had never actually spoken before.
“Jesus,” Bramia greeted him. “Uh, what brings you here?”
“It’s pronounced like the dude from the Gospels, actually,” said Jesus, “but it’s good to finally meet you, Bramia.”
Bramia tried to dig her nose deeper into her book, but there was no need. Jesus looked right past her, into the room.
“So you finally killed her, did you?” Jesus mused.
Bramia shuffled nervously. He’s not going to call the cops, is he? He wouldn’t do that to a random white girl he’d just met!
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Oh, things are going splendidly,” said Jesus. “Do you mind if I have the body? I think I could impress Lijuan with it.”
Bramia shrugged. Lijuan Pärn was the Asian-Estonian student who lived down the hall. She was beautiful and graceful, and anything that impressed her was probably a good thing.
“Sure, take it,” she said. “The whole point of killing her was to get her out of my room. But can I ask what you want her for?”
Jesus gave a crooked smile. “Lijuan really misses the cannibalistic rituals of Estonia,” he said. “I thought with Bramia’s Roommate’s body, I could remind her of home. Anyway, what are you up to?”
“I’m thinking of going to The Store to get milk,” said Bramia.
She didn’t need to say anything more about the store. Everyone knew of the dark building, open at all times, that had slowly but surely consumed all of the surrounding stores, gaining their power. It was simply accepted, as a fact of life, like the destruction of the environment and rampant corruption in the upper class.
Jesus seemed surprised. “In that case, take my jacket,” he said, removing it and wrapping it around Bramia. “I’ve heard that temperatures tonight are reported to be lower than during the last ice age, so you need it more than me.”
Normally, Bramia would have protested, but tonight, determined to get milk, she was simply grateful for Jesus’s help. Leaving him to drag Bramia’s Roommate’s body down the hall, she marched towards the exit to her building.
She quickly reached the door and stepped outside into the cold. Within moments, any of her limbs could fall off due to frostbite, but she was used to it. The real problem was the darkness that took hold of the streets at night. She could see that racially diverse boys and girls patrolled the streets with machine guns, and a man who carried a “Free Hugs” sign in the light of day had flipped it around to reveal the message “Free Shankings”.
Bramia was brave, but she wasn’t a fool. Well, she was occasionally a fool, but she always beat herself up over it later, so it was okay. She knew that she wouldn’t have a chance of getting through the streets. Instead, she would need to take a different risk. Next to Bramia’s building was a zoo that was usually quiet at night. If she could sneak through the zoo unseen, she could make it to The Store, get milk, and be back in time to write her essay. She just needed to avoid being caught by the security guards.
“You’re a badass,” Bramia whispered to herself. “You can do this.”
Taking a deep breath, she headed toward the zoo.
To be continued…
Chapter 1: The Dawn of a Quest
At the stroke of midnight, Bramia opened her eyes and realized that something was deeply and fundamentally wrong in the universe.
She hadn’t been sleeping, of course. Sleep was for the weak souls who needed to rest themselves. Bramia only needed blood for sustenance. She had been trying to clear her mind so that she could write her three million word long essay. Bramia could usually knock them out in two and a half hours, but this time, she felt like she would take three unless she refreshed herself.
Bramia rose from her throne, heading towards the fridge. As she walked, she pondered the feeling of wrongness in her gut. She was self-conscious, but it wasn’t that. She usually was too critical of herself, and it never caused the air to feel thick with tension. She tried to ignore it, but disaster loomed overhead, filling her with apprehension. Any moment now, something could go horribly wrong.
Bramia opened the fridge and shrieked with terror at the sight that lay before her. She was out of milk.
Bramia’s Roommate Jane, poked her head in. “Sorry, my bad,” she said. “I got thirsty and didn’t look at whom’s milk I was drinking.”
Bramia turned to snarl at the other girl. She wasn’t even Bramia’s roommate. Her seer parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jane, had named her Bramia’s Roommate, predicting that she and Bramia would be great friends. Unfortunately, they had been mistaken. Their daughter was a kleptomaniac, and no matter what security measures Bramia took, she would always find new ways to break in and steal Bramia’s stuff.
Bramia had tolerated it for long enough, but this was the final straw. Her anger with Bramia’s Roommate had reached a peak.
“That’s not how you use whom!” she roared. Before Bramia’s Roommate could move, Bramia leapt at her, print copy of a past essay in hand. Screaming, Bramia beat Bramia’s Roommate over and over, until the girl finally fell still.
As she licked herself clean of the blood, Bramia heard a knock on the door. Sighing, she went to open it. She didn’t have any makeup on, and her clothes were still bloodstained, but whoever was at the door was probably going to come in anyway. She would just have to make sure they didn’t look at her face.
Bramia held a book up to her face as she opened the door. She would have used The Great Gatsby, but she was worried about getting blood on it, so the vague, nondescript book would have to do.
She quickly glanced up to see who the person at the door was and recognized Jesus Chavez, wearing a fleece jacket. He lived across the hall from her, but they had never actually spoken before.
“Jesus,” Bramia greeted him. “Uh, what brings you here?”
“It’s pronounced like the dude from the Gospels, actually,” said Jesus, “but it’s good to finally meet you, Bramia.”
Bramia tried to dig her nose deeper into her book, but there was no need. Jesus looked right past her, into the room.
“So you finally killed her, did you?” Jesus mused.
Bramia shuffled nervously. He’s not going to call the cops, is he? He wouldn’t do that to a random white girl he’d just met!
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Oh, things are going splendidly,” said Jesus. “Do you mind if I have the body? I think I could impress Lijuan with it.”
Bramia shrugged. Lijuan Pärn was the Asian-Estonian student who lived down the hall. She was beautiful and graceful, and anything that impressed her was probably a good thing.
“Sure, take it,” she said. “The whole point of killing her was to get her out of my room. But can I ask what you want her for?”
Jesus gave a crooked smile. “Lijuan really misses the cannibalistic rituals of Estonia,” he said. “I thought with Bramia’s Roommate’s body, I could remind her of home. Anyway, what are you up to?”
“I’m thinking of going to The Store to get milk,” said Bramia.
She didn’t need to say anything more about the store. Everyone knew of the dark building, open at all times, that had slowly but surely consumed all of the surrounding stores, gaining their power. It was simply accepted, as a fact of life, like the destruction of the environment and rampant corruption in the upper class.
Jesus seemed surprised. “In that case, take my jacket,” he said, removing it and wrapping it around Bramia. “I’ve heard that temperatures tonight are reported to be lower than during the last ice age, so you need it more than me.”
Normally, Bramia would have protested, but tonight, determined to get milk, she was simply grateful for Jesus’s help. Leaving him to drag Bramia’s Roommate’s body down the hall, she marched towards the exit to her building.
She quickly reached the door and stepped outside into the cold. Within moments, any of her limbs could fall off due to frostbite, but she was used to it. The real problem was the darkness that took hold of the streets at night. She could see that racially diverse boys and girls patrolled the streets with machine guns, and a man who carried a “Free Hugs” sign in the light of day had flipped it around to reveal the message “Free Shankings”.
Bramia was brave, but she wasn’t a fool. Well, she was occasionally a fool, but she always beat herself up over it later, so it was okay. She knew that she wouldn’t have a chance of getting through the streets. Instead, she would need to take a different risk. Next to Bramia’s building was a zoo that was usually quiet at night. If she could sneak through the zoo unseen, she could make it to The Store, get milk, and be back in time to write her essay. She just needed to avoid being caught by the security guards.
“You’re a badass,” Bramia whispered to herself. “You can do this.”
Taking a deep breath, she headed toward the zoo.
To be continued…
