This is actually a roleplay, but I think it's got an awesome plot and good characters. So, Imma post it up here.
This roleplay is NOT mine. All rights to the plot and idea go to Aoife.
Not all of the characters belong to me either. All rights go to their owners.
WARNING: Contains violence and mild swearing.
Day One of the Roleplay
Anger boiled inside of Ren at her social worker's disapproving look and comment of, "Aren't you going to cover yourself up?"
She balled her hands into fists. "I don't need to, remember? You and your little group of "helpful souls" didn't exactly make everything private, so SOMEHOW, everyone in my school knows, and naturally, they all told their mothers, who gossiped with their husbands, who told their golf buddies, who told THEIR wives, who then told their hairdressers, dentists, manicurists, etc... who then told THEIR children, who posted it on Facebook and Twitter and GOD knows where else, so NO, I do not need to cover myself up, because THERE. IS. NO. POINT!" She slammed the door shut, storming down the stairs, glaring at the couple next door with a muttered: "P_ss off..." and strode down the sidewalk with long, violent steps. She didn't realize where she was walking to, until she was outside her school and opposite the prison. Why? she thought, I just have to know why... She ran across the road and opened the first door, only to be stopped by an officer.
"Where are you going?"
"That's exactly what I'm trying to find out...maybe you could come with?"
"I said, out..."
"I know..I'm ignoring you..."
"I will call security"
"You are security."
"I can call backup"
"Aww, too scared to handle a sarcastic b_tchy teenager like me?"
"No, I'm just-"
Ren huffed and walked out, making a point of sitting on the prison steps, resisting the urge to flip off the officer.
Myra had her arms crossed and was glaring at her brother, mouth pressed into a thin disapproving line. "So?"
"So I'm in jail, dumb_ss." Ethan leaned back against the wall. An amused smile on his lips as he watched Myra. "And in all honestly, it ain't bad."
Ethan grinned widely, perfectly relaxed. "Myra, no one gives a sh_t about grammar here, so get your _ss out."
Myra resisted the urge to scream. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Doesn't he realize how worried we all were!?! Her voice as level as she could make it she replied, "Make me."
"Where's the fun in that?" Ethan drawled, tapping his foot on the ground. "You'll end up storming out in tears anyways."
"I won't!" Myra all but shouted, eyes narrowed into a deathly angry glare. "Because I am more mature than YOU! I don't go around killing people!"
Ethan froze, the calm look on his face shifting into something more sinister.
Ren looked up and down the street. She saw an old lady walking down the road. "HEY! LADY!"
The woman started and quivered in her stockings. "What do you want with me?"
Ren grinned. "Can you get me into prison?"
The lady looked shocked. "WHAT?!"
Ren rolled her eyes. "Nothing serious...just pretend that I stole your purse or something..." She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see the guard.
"Nice try kid....the answers still NO!"
Ren glared at the guard. "DON'T touch me! DON'T EVER TOUCH ME!"
Ethan took a single step forwards, towering over Myra. He whispered, "And what if I was to kill you? Right now. I'm already in jail, what else can happen?"
Myra stared at him with wide eyes. "You..."
"YOU don't have an answer." Ethan suddenly looked cheerful and relaxed again. He leaned back against the wall and watched Myra silently.
Myra seriously wanted to punch him, kick him, do something that would upset him. Instead all she growled was, "I hate you." She turned quickly and walked away.
Ethan laughed to himself and mockingly shouted after her. "Poor little Myra, spoiled baby exposed to the real world."
The guard glared at her. "You little..."
Ren glared back. "YOU are useless, and YOU..."she said, turning the old lady. "Have you ever heard of cannibalism? Well, itâ€™s a religion that I fully support...in fact I attend rituals every other Friday to offer human sacrifices to the gods, before nomming on their flesh. For being so BLOODY useless, I will eat your grandchildren...."
The lady screamed and ran away, her groceries spilling down the street. Ren beamed, satisfied. "Now then, I accosted an old lady...will you let me in?"
The guard was trying REALLY hard not to laugh. "Fine...but you have fifteen minutes..."
Ren gave the guard a quick hug and dashed in.