``Phoenix, fly``
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Thread Topic: ``Phoenix, fly``
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• Prologue •
They say 3am is the witching hour, when all the monsters emerge from the shadows. When the ghosts creep around the halls and the witches are in the streets. When the ghouls start haunting the children who get out of bed.
It's also when the demons are at their worst. -
• Chapter 1 •
On Carnage Street, at number 13, is Bootstrap Correctional Facility, the place for children who had been abandoned, disowned, orphaned and anything in between lived in torture.
The two owners, Mallory and Devlin, are metaphorical demons. -
Girls and boys of all ages were made to work for them, making boots, sewing clothes, fixing furniture. The two would mask it as getting the children ready for adulthood, and anyone who protested would never be the same.
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However, there was always that one wolf in the pack that wasnt quite like the rest. A girl called Phoenix was that wolf.
She had a fire in her eyes that couldn't diminish, no matter how hard anybody tried. Mallory and Devlin had tried, many times before. No amount of beating or shouting or bleeding could take that determined look away from her.
The mysterious thing is that Phoenix never spoke. She didn't need to. She scared the living heck out of the other children. They had begun to think she was a witch, nobody could stay that determined after all the cruel things Mallory and Devlin had done to them, they were sure if it. -
of it*
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At exactly 3am, Phoenix woke. She lay still, staring up at the grubby ceiling. She glanced to the girl sleeping to her left, then to the boy on her right. She then sat up, her eyes darting around the room. There were about 20 children crammed into the small space, each sleeping on the cold floor, trying to stay warm. Phoenix stood and stepping over her fellow children's bodies, over to the door.
'Phoenix!' whispered a voice. 'Oi, Phoenix!' The girl swore and turned around, her eyes meeting with Griffin's.
'Whatcha doing?' he whispered, standing up and stumbling over to her. 'Its the witching hour, y'know. Ghosts could be lurking.'
Phoenix gave him a look that could pierce through the soul of anyone that earned it. Not Griffin, though.
Phoenix turned on her heel and walked through the door, her footsteps echoing in the narrow hallway. -
She tip-toed past the other bedrooms, trying not to wake any other children. Past Mallory's room, past Devlin's room, past the cafeteria and past the sewing room. She turned a corner and then stopped, feeling uneasy. There was another sound. Footsteps, heavy breathing... Phoenix whipped around and punched Griffin in the face.
'F--k!' he exclaimed, stumbling backwards. 'F--k you!' Phoenix just glared back at him, gritting her teeth. She narrowed her eyes at him, in a 'screw you're kind of way. He poked his tongue out at her. -
There was a moment of silence, with the two just glaring at each other. 'Whatcha doing?' Griffin repeated.
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Another moment of awkward silence. Griffin tilted his head, frowning.
'Why don't you talk?' he asked suspiciously. Phoenix just glared back at him, exhaling sharply. She was quite still, and her gaze made Griffin feel uncomfortable. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, pursing his lips. He glanced around the hallway. It somehow looked different at night, like a scene from a horror movie.
He looked back to Phoenix, who had turned on her heel and was walking away.
'Hey, wait!' Griffin exclaimed, running to catch up with her. 'Where are you going!' He didn't expect a reply, and didn't earn one.
He frowned at her, grabbing her wrist to make her stop. 'We should be in our room. Mallory will go wild if she sees us out,' he snapped.
Phoenix narrowed her eyes at him. 'Then leave,' she said, and so sharply that it made Griffin flinch. Before he could say a word, Phoenix was walking away again.
'You spoke!' he said, jogging to her side. Phoenix glanced at him from the corner of her eye. It would be the only time she spoke to him for a long time.
They got to an eery staircase, and Phoenix started the descent. 'You're seriously not going down there, right?' Griffin asked nervously. When she didn't reply, he squeaked, 'Right?'
Phoenix smirked at him, then continued. Her companion looked behind him nervously. He didn't want to go back to the room alone, but he didn't exactly feel comfortable around Phoenix. She had an aura of determination and fiestiness that made him nervous. In a way, he feared her, and he'd never felt that way around a girl before.
'Hey, wait up!' he said, following her down the staircase. -
Their footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor, and deeper underground they walked, the darker it became. Soon, Griffin couldn't see anything and held Phoenix's hand just to make sure he was still following her.
They got to a door with light pouring from the cracks and Phoenix opened it slowly and festered for her companion to walk inside. Griffin was still uneasy, but decided that it couldn't be that bad. After all, Phoenix was around his age, and probably wouldn't be capable of bad stuff. Right?
He stepped into the light, which was emmited by a single torch in the middle. Then only sound was the crackling of the fire and an old man's heavy breathing.
'Is this a cult or something?' Griffin asked, turning back to Phoenix. She shook her head and also stepped inside, closing the door behind her. -
Griffin glanced at the unconscious man, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the new light. The man looked pale and took raspy breaths that gave Griffin goosebumps. Phoenix sat next to the man, stroking his hair softly. 'Is he OK?' Griffin asked, then started chewing his bottom lip. Phoenix gave a small nod.
The man began to stuff and he eventually woke, but had a blank look on his face. He was very still, and seemed not to notice the two.
'He's been Hollowed,' Phoenix whispered. Griffin was quite taken aback by the sound of her voice, which was quiet and sad compared to the fierce tone she'd used earlier.
'Hollowed?' he pressed, sitting down next to her. -
Phoenix didn't look at him, only stared at the man in front of them. She pulled him into a sitting position and leaned him against the wall, looking at him sadly. The room was full of smoke and was fogged up with the black gas. Griffin coughed.
'Why the fire?' he asked. Phoenix looked at him out of the corner of her eye and didn't reply. His questions were starting to irritate her.
'The smoke,' she said after a while. 'Its supposed to help.' Griffin stared at the man's blank expression and incredibly still body. Hollowed.
Whatever that meant. -
• Chapter 2 •
The bells rang for the start of the day, a terrible clanging and crashing that the monks insisted was necessary. It rang through the entire city, shaking the trees and scaring the birds away. The building of Bootstrap Correctional Facility trembled shook until the bells stopped.
The children were already up, though.
They had gotten dressed and gathered into a straight line that wound down the hall outside their rooms, waiting for Mallory and Devlin. When the adults came from their rooms, they inspected each and every child closely.
'This one looks too plump. He's not having breakfast,' Devlin mused. Akiel was actually a very skinny kid.
'She's too pale. She'll be working in the garden today,' Mallory decided. Jack was actually very sunburnt.
When Devlin got to Phoenix, he bent down so he could look her in the eyes. 'She's too strong. She'll be having the fountainhead punishment.'
'What's that?' a kid called out.
A wicked smile appeared on the man's face. 'You'll see.' -
trembled and shook*)
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