The small blonde was sitting in the square, opposite Lulu's- the most visited bar in Dead End. People of all sorts passed by, but they all had one thing in common: somehow they all ended up here. No one came by choice. Even the name 'Dead End' replaced it's official name, which no one knew anymore.
The girl's heavily made up eyes flickered. The voice rung bells in her delicate head.
"Why are you talking to me? I punched you in the chest last time I saw you," she said to Oniedah, averting her gaze and fidgeting uncomfortably.
"It wasn't my face so no biggy. Besides, you couldn't reach any further; felt a bit of sympathy for ya," grinned Onie. The blonde tapped her heavy combat boots against the ground, getting a little agitated. Oniedah didn't notice below the table top. The girl forced a smile and her lip piercing caught the light, however gloomy it was.
"I didn't mean to," she began insistently "I was just annoyed! And my ASPD..."
"Don't worry," Oniedah replied simply. She slid into the chair opposite and fixed her green eyes on the girl "I actually wanted to make amends."
"Amends?" the blonde repeated with a blink. She balled her fists beneath the table and tried to focus her discomfort on the blinking Lulu's sign. Red, off. Red, off. Red, off.
"Yeah, I know now that you didn't mean to lash out but while I'm here... you wanna drink on the house?"
She bit her lower lip in thought. She didn't drink much but a free beer was tempting. She nodded, hoping it'd relax her.
"Great!" Oniedah said with a flourish. The girl followed Oniedah through the square, who was tall, black-haired contrast.
The blonde climbed onto a stool, feeling slightly claustrophobic in the narrow bar. There was no one else in there; the sad story of most establishments in the city. A pool table resided behind her.
"Here ya go," Oniedah said, sliding a full glass down the bar. Froth sloshed over the rim.
"Thanks," she murmured, taking a sip. There was a long pause. She warily watched as Oniedah busied herself with small tasks; squeezing her hand into pint glasses with a damp cloth and restocking below the bar.
"So, how have things been?" said Oniedah, taking a rag and wiping down the bar, smearing drink.
"Um..." the girl replied vaguely. Her thick lashes veiled her eyes.
"Is it personal?" Onie guessed sensitively. She signalled 'yes' with a little nod, so Oniedah shut the door, "I was gonna close up soon anyway."
The blonde's eyes widened with surprise and she breathed in the stale smell of alcohol mixed with the aromas of far-east cuisine. Was she really going to tell Oniedah what had happened to her? That terrible, terrible man...
"I was involved with nasty people," the blonde began with a steady tone, fixing her gaze as if to keep reigns on her words.
"Oh yeah? I know plenty of those," Oniedah said flippantly, leaning opposite her.
"It was... kind of like a club of them," the girl continued, feeling a combination of great care and uncertainty with her own explanation "and this man was the ringleader. He was horrible to me."
"Like a cult?"
"How would you know?" the blonde gasped. Her small knuckles whitened as she clutched the glass.
"Lucky guess," Oniedah replied, straightening up with a little laugh. The blonde was grabbed by suspicion, retreating away from the bar and nearly coming off her stool.
"You're not with them are you? You're not with Dion?"
"Dion?" Oniedah raised a brow. A pause. Pacified by the knowledge that Oniedah wasn't one of the Adherents, the blonde relaxed, stroking her thumb against the pint glass and pivoting on her stool to face the woman once more.
"He leads them. A monster," she said with raising volume "he tried to brainwash me like the rest of 'Beliel's Meat'," she twitched her fingers into speech marks "and said I was special because of my name."
"Why? What is your name?" Oniedah asked curiously, apparently fixated by the unfolding story.
A sudden crash through the back door drowned out the blonde's voice. A capsule of some sort flew over her head. It clattered against the floor and murky coloured gas began to spew out like a poisonous cloud. Knowing all too well, the blonde darted away from the heavily clothed figures. She threw her glass in their direction, rushing towards the door. But only managed to spill beer as it shattered against one of the masked villians like it was a pillow fight.
Her hands fumbled with the doorknob clumsily. She turned, struck with fear. She watched as Oniedah was yanked out of the room by one of the bulky figures, but then she couldn't see at all. All she saw was a sickly green colour, floating around her. Consciousness began to abandon her and she slid down the door. A gas mask approached her. Then her lashes fluttered and the blackness came to rescue her.