Sometimes You Get Hurt

7| Rose / Pinko

I walked down the corridor, my footsteps loud on the hard floor.
I smiled and nodded at the MSG members walking down the hall in a rush.
They were all so kind!

I enjoyed being in the gang.
I felt like I belonged.
I fingered the scar on my head absentmindedly.
I'm glad I'm not going home anytime soon.

I did miss my little brother and older brother though...
I scheduled video calls with them.
We talked about stuff and I told them I'd come back for school and stuff and to visit them but I wasn't moving back.

I loved it at HQ, it was awesome!
I got my own room and there was even a library!
It was paradise.

We'd caught three more prisoners.
Jay, Prince and Martin.
Dirty scrums, all of them.
They had no problem kidnapping and torturing.
How would they like a taste of their own medicine?

I brought the iron pipe and banged it on their prison bars.
The noise echoed through the whole building.
I was only the getaway driver and lookout so I made sure to fully be a part of their torturing.
"Rise and shine, Rose is here." I sang, as they all awoke and glanced nervously at me.
I stood in front of Prince's cell.
Time to show everyone what I'm worth.

I walked away with my clothes stained with blood.
I was surprised how much was on me.
I winced, I usually liked to be pristine and clean.
But it was so so worth hearing him beg for mercy.

If Leona has taught me anything, it's to beat them until they beg you to die.

I smiled to myself.
I left the other two for the others.
I was itching to run into Martin's cell for a dose of anger management, but alas, I couldn't have all the fun.

Martin was a great catch.
He likes to play around with DNA and inflict pain and suffering.
A dose of his own medicine is all he needs.

I took a shower and scrubbed my clothes clean.
I preferred to hand wash my clothes.
I scrunched them up and left them to dry.

I should feel a tiny bit bad for the prisoners, but I didn't, they were all sick in the head.
Horrible vile creatures.

I headed up to my room, texting my friend, thescreamingpotato as I rummaged through my stuff.
I paused.
Dammit!
I lost some of my scarves.
I needed them soon enough.

Eh, I'll head down to the Festival tomorrow.
There was quite an exclusive festival in a certain ItsFunneh book.
I smiled, all I have to do is not get caught.
I don't know if it's agained gang rules but, oh well.
How hard could it be?

I pulled up the book I wanted to hop into and waited.
Sure enough, I soon disappeared into the screen.
I barely even flinched, I was used to it by now.

I stared at everything around me.
I was just in my quiet nicely decorated room, and now was in a busy street decorated with lots of decorative stalls.
I shuddered, realising there were crowds all around me.
Just get the stuff and leave.

I might as well get some new dagger sharpeners.

I heard a little girl's voice.
"Look Mommy, that girl has a huge scar!"
Multiple shoppers turned to peer at me.
So much for not attracting any attention.
The girl was quickly hushed by her mother, not quick enough.
I pulled my hood down further and muttered to myself.

I ran through the crowds, rushing to stall to stall.
I got quite a lot of decorations for my room.
As well as multiple sharp weapons that could easily be stored away.
It was quite fun!
It reminded me of me and my older brother going to the town fair.
We swore every year we would go together and shop.
I guess I could hop over every now and again for the fairs.