Chapter 2: Chapter 2: A messed up world
The air was filthy the only way to describe it was like you had a car's exhaust in your face as you breathed, it made sense everyone was occasionally coughing in this pollution filled city.
'Bet it's not like this in the rich area's'
Rushing through the odd small crowd of people some would completely ignore me while others would look at me like I was lunch, very rarely though did I see the odd homeless person who were probably the most human and would look at me with pity.
After an hour I managed to finally deliver the package to a older-man behind a meat-works factory before nodding me off, walking back to the orphanage I was honestly disgusted by this city already.
As I was walking I noticed a dead person laying in an alleyway next to me, he appeared to be in his late 20s with a bloody hole in his head yet everyone else was walking passed ignoring it like it was an everyday thing.
'No one even call the cops?'
Holding back my urge to vomit while I was near the corpse I moved closer as I started to pat him down for anything but preferably money, as I searched the body I struggled to not vomit as I eventually found the wallet.
'Sweet $213.55, I'll leave the coins but that's still $200 in cash'
Walking out of the alleyway I had the money hidden inside my underwear as it was the safest place I could hide it, as I walked eventually I made it back to the orphanage just as other kids were returning for breakfast.
As I made it through the front door stood one of the men who gave us the packages leaning against the wall with a smoke watching us, he sneered as his eyes fell onto me "Looks like your not starving today brat, now hurry up" he barked has he kicked me from behind towards the hall.
'Ouch, ahh...'
I immediately fell to the floor from the kick in pain as the man stared at me with a savage grin looking like he was feeling good about himself, I begrudgingly get up and try calm myself because I would die in a fight as I made my way down the hall.
As I walked in I grabbed a bowl and stood by the wall with the other kids waiting for our food eventually an actual witch walks into the hall, the closest way to describe her was a meth-head from her dirty greenish skin with its visible black veins and rotting mouth with as many teeth as a toddler.
I was trying not to gag in her presence she smelt almost as bad as the corpse I robbed before which is honestly a shock, "Alright you f*cking brats get your scraps, Michael you lost your groceries today so you can starve so get started on cleaning the kitchen" she shrieked.
'Hell is she part banshee? what a disgusting voice'
Soon three older kids bring in a big pot with what looked like soup and stale bread with signs of mold, as every child got their bowl of soup and slice of bread they moved somewhere to eat their fill in peace.
Eventually I get mine and get reminded how mess up this city is when I looked at my soup, it looked like greasy oil mixed with left overs and tasted even worse.
'Don't throw up, don't throw up'
Forcing myself I manage to finish my bowl and slice of bread but have to continue holding my stomach down abit with the urge of throwing up cursing me, "Hurry up yah little sh*ts I need this place spotless then I want everyone ten or older upstairs in your best clothes. We have some someone coming today who might adopt one of you" shouted the old witch.
Soon after we all had ate the kids all quickly started walking off in different directions some started cleaning the room we ate in and others went up stairs or the kitchen, I just followed along and tried helping where I could.
'I'm starting to hate this weak little body'
Within an hour we all managed to get this crappy building clean enough that it might barely pass for being habitable, going back up into our room some of the children started changing into their best clothes which were a white button shirt, black shorts and small polished shoes.
'If this building's so crappy why do we have such nice clothes?'
After they all got dressed the witch or Miss Carlile it surprisingly turned out who she was, started to lead them all into another room.
Sneaking behind to a room not far from ours a large obese man in exquisite clothes stood with a perverse look in his eyes as he starred at all the individual kids, the cackling grin he made as he individually inspected them made me disgusted.
"Hmm... such pretty toys, Ooo I want that one. Who's that one?" the fat pig spoke.
"Ahh yes that is 'Cameron' he's the eldest and will be twelve in another three months" replied Carlile as she pulled the young boy towards the man.
"Perfect!"
Immediately he grabbed the boys arm and started to walk off with him towards the door causing me to quickly run back towards our room before stopping, "You can inform your boss I'll send the money the usual way" the fat man said as he continued to leave with a boy appeared to be filled of a misplaced look of happiness.
'What the f*ck?! Is this a child prostitution ring? It's obvious this guy's a pedophile!'
After Cameron was taken away the children were soon lead back so they could swap back into their normal clothes but not before I managed to get back into the room and blend in, my main luck was I was really small and no one seemed to pay too much attention on me.
I was livid with what was happening not even 'the Joker' got involved with child prostitution and he was the 'Clown prince of crime', I couldn't understand Batman or what he was doing since he himself was an orphan you'd think he'd want to help other orphans especially in Gotham.
Soon I managed to calm myself enough to try think of a plan out of here because it was obvious I wasn't going to be able to survive here long, I could run out of Gotham City to another orphanage but then I'd have to lay-low till I was strong enough to protect myself.
The other option was just straight running away and living off stealing but I'd either be caught later or killed by another crock, of now my best bet would be to stay at the orphanage till I can make a better plan.
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(Two Years Later...)
July 27 2009
New Jersey, Gotham City
7:13am
"HEYYYY!! Somebody stop that kid!"
Weaving through pedestrians as I ran away from my latest victim who was in a burning rage as seen from his blood-red face, surprisingly you can learn something from orphaned kids and that's the art of pick pocketing.
I was shown how to how to slip my hand into someone's pocket without them noticing but of course I'm not that good and occasionally get caught like I was just now, weirdly enough I developed a bit of a thrill from it especially when stealing from gangster's which is begging to die slowly.
After I lose sight of my would-be pursuer I start to make my way back to the Orphanage which instantly dulls the high I was on, alot more kids had disappeared which isn't surprising and sadly there's nothing I can do at the moment that let's me safely survive.
I'd made quite the bit of money in the fives years coming close to seven-thousand dollars, now it wasn't much but that's because I chose people I thought I would actually have a chance to escape from and sadly most of the time they had scraps at most and I never collect coins.
Making my way back to the orphanage I stared at the worn-down building with disgust as it was a place extorting children before selling them off to the rich, but it was also the only safe place for me to sleep at the moment because I couldn't trust almost anyone in this city not to try kill me for just the clothes on my back.
Walking inside the guards or 'three stooges' as I called them stood around watching me lazily as I walked passed them to the kitchen, being one of the older kids I ended up having more chores which included cooking for the younger kids and the croo- *cough* caretakers on occasion.
'I really should poison their meals if I get the chance'
Making my way into the back of the kitchen with two kids already doing prep we quickly began making breakfast for the other kids as fast as we could, we had thrown most of the leftover meats and whatever else the caretakers had the previous night into the pot for our soup.
It was horrid how the adults here all got to have full stomachs but the children all had to starve, all of us had become skin and bones with our ribcage's easily visible but we couldn't do a thing to help.
'But I'll do what I must... to survive'
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