Chapter One

Chapter One:

Realisation kicks in. I’m a murderer...

                I wipe the prints from the gun and throw it down next to the corpse of the wolf. Now they’ll think he killed himself at least.

                “Scarlett, you’ve just killed someone...” I whisper to myself. “But he threatened Grandma,” I argue back, “The Counsel will understand.”

                They say the first sign of madness is talking to yourself and the second is replying to myself. I’ve always been the mad kid at Jefferson’s, ever since I moved to the school during first year of middle school. Always arguing with myself and talking to myself, purely because when I joined everyone already had their stupid little groups that they go around with.

                I wasn’t clever enough to be a nerd. I wasn’t skinny and self-centred enough to be a cheerleader. I wasn’t flexible enough to be a gymnast. I couldn’t draw, paint, sing to save my life and I was far too quiet to be in the Drama Club. So I was left with a choice between either the outcasts or being doomed with the term ‘loner’. Surprisingly, I chose loner.

                “But they won’t though Scarlett,” I whisper, “They won’t see it as he threatened Grandma. They’ll see you as a traitor to the society. You have no choice but to become a lone worker... A lone wolf.”

                A lone wolf... The idea scares me even more than admitting my actions to the Counsel. I’d become the creature I’ve worked so hard to rid the world of (well, maybe world is a little bit of a hyperbole. It’s more like Jefferson Village).

                “No,” I say, a decisive tone creeping into my voice, “I need to face my actions. Tell them what I did straight up.”

                I pull the hood of my red cloak up and retrieve my knife from the bed. My fingers wrap round the handle and I slide it back into my pocket. I clip my earpiece in and activate it.

                “Bugs? Are you there?” I ask, half hoping he is, the other half of me hoping he isn’t.

                “Yes. Red, where are you? We’ve been trying to reach you for ages!” Bugs replies, his voice sounding relieved with the prospect I am not dead.

                “I’m at Grandma’s... And I did something really, really bad,” I admit, my head hanging.

                He tuts before replying, “I’ll send a helicopter over. Tell me about it back at Headquarters.”

The thing is Bugs is the best friend- besides Grandma- I’ve ever had. I don’t want to ruin it by telling him that I killed the wolf that I was supposed to bring in for interrogation. But I suppose, if I’m going to tell anyone, it should really be Bugs.

                I sit on the grass in the front garden, my legs crossed, pulling apart a daisy. After ten minutes or so a helicopter arrives and after the initial struggle against the powerful wind it produces, I manage to climb into it. I slide into a seat next to Bugs and smile at him.

                “So?” he asks, “What did you do?”

                “Well... The thing is...”

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Good first chapter... I like your version of Red Riding hood. :)

[Charlie]

Gah! I love this! It's addicting! Can't wait till the next one!~ XD