Thu, Oct. 20th, 2011, 01:38 pm
Dio Pt. 8 - Instant Karma

Starting from scratch was hard. Without Graham, Mal and me had to try and work it out for ourselves. Then there were our new... Well, we called them powers. Kinda a stupid, I know, but, eh. We didn't have the first clue about them. We just kept doing what we had done while we tried to work out what to do.
Sometime when I was fifteen--it would've been a few months after we started to gather more members using our old rep--I'd been selling some necklaces in one of the Camden Markets I'd flogged from some ritsy jeweller's. The fuzz was on to me, so I was high tailing it out of there as fast as I could when some space cadet wandered out in front of me as I was checking behind me. The tumble ended up with her sprawled out on top of me. Not quite sure of what to do, I just lay there like a stiff.
"What the hell's wrong with you, you creep?!" the auburn-haired girl asked as she jumped up, grabbing her bag. Not wanting to make a scene, I got up, dusted off my coat and went to leave, but she grabbed my arm. "Hey, I'm not finished with you!"
I turned to say something to her, but the bizarre sight of a figure in a black cloak shut me up. "Is there some kinda dress up party on, mate?" The girl started screaming as she saw the hooded shape. Not wanting to put up with anymore crap, I shoved the girl toward the cloaked figure. "Take yer school girl and clear off, then." A pale, wrinkled hand reached out of the cloak toward the girl. Something shifted in me, and I heard the voice in the back of my head whispering to me. The voice from that night. The girl has to die. Kill her. Without even thinking, I'd pulled out one of the daggers strapped into my coat and began advancing on the two strangers. For the sake of the Advent, kill her. I drew the dagger back as it was engulfed in a layer of dancing fire, then thrust with inhuman speed, drawing an equally inhuman shriek from the cloaked grandpa before it dispersed into a shower of creepy crawlies. Roaches, centipedes, flies and assorted beetles scuttled and buzzed away into the shadows as quickly as they could. From the girl's scream, I don't know what scared her more, the cloaked creeper or the bugs. I flicked the dagger, extinguishing those flames that were becoming commonplace in my life. Killing girls just isn't my style, I decided. Regardless, I needed to get out of there even more now, and those cops wouldn't be far away, still, I couldn't leave that poor girl standing there. I grabbed her hand and ran as fast as I could.