This is something that I have been thinking about for a while. Please don't judge me too harshly, this is only in the proto-phase of development. That said: Please Enjoy. AnarchyChapter 1,
This, my friends, is the tell of Anarchy.
Anarchy wasn't actually Anarchy, he was in fact, Perry. An unusual name of course, but as is every hero who rises. 15 years of age. Adolescent, if you please. Why does our story focus in on this masked magician, dealing with the world as it is? Because as in every good story, unlikely victors tend to rise.
Perry woke hazy as usual in the morning. He ate the usual: cereal. He showered. He dressed. He grabbed his things. And without hesitation, our beloved Anarchy took flight out the door. He wore a plain grey shirt, a pair of normal jeans, and some tennis shoes. The walk to the bus stop was normal, nothing too terribly bad. Although, it was a long driveway. The road was very natural, being composed of mostly just dirt, and otherwise natural things. Like trees. Bushes. Birds. The usual. Shade was very well distributed.
"Wish it weren't so cold out here," I say to myself, watching my breath, fog and float upwards until a point of disappearance, "I also wish I had grabbed a jacket." That was the last I said of the matter as I watch my bus drive by on the opposite side of the road. It comes back on my side for the pick up, so I wasn't worried. I study the yellow vehicle as it turns right, and ambles away from me down yet another urban road. This one had asphalt.
"It's pretty cold out here for you." I jump and spin around to see her. I honestly would have been scared if it where anyone else. Dannie.
"Good lord!" I let out a surprised and hushed sigh of a yell, "Why do you do this to me?" She laughs, a laugh that sounds exactly like my mischevious laugh. She, in fact, wears extremely similar clothes, besides the large black hoodie that practically ate her whole. She even wears the same back pack. Her attire includes a set of black headphones exactly like mine.
"What were you expecting, silly? Maybe that I was just going to stay away?" She was smiling, but her eyes show a long history. No wonder I've been told that my eyes make me look wisened. She is rather gloomy, but I don't blame her, our history is pretty...bad.
"No," I say, sighing and crossing my arms, "That's irrational. And besides, you-"
"are just an alternate personality...yeah, I know." She stops smiling, the subject bothers her, I know that, and I honestly don't care too much. The breath rises from my mouth again.
She shifts her feet and looks at me, a faint tear in her eye, "You forgive me for causing you the trouble I do right?" It's kind of hard to refuse someone an apology, especially when you are feeling every emotion they are.
"I forgive you, Danni."
"Thank you..." She is sighing to herself and kicking pebbles around as the bus pulls up to our driveway. I climb aboard and find an empty seat. This is wear Danni sits as well. I lay my head against the shaking window and begin to doze off. I know Danni is listening to music. It isn't hard to tell when you're attached to that personality.
By Anarchy
