Felicia Usha Preeti "The end... and the beginning"
Already in the morning, she had such a tickling feeling, such an unusual feeling. Because of her unusual clumsiness, her favourite tee cup shattered into small little pieces. Seriously, something like that was always a bad omen. Though Usha never believed in something like 'misfortune'. For her, there is only hard reality. And that's all there is. But the feeling remained so that she did not pick those pieces up - she just stared at them. "Sister...? Are you okay...?", a male voice sounded from her back which made her turn around and break her trance. It was her little brother. Inside, she was angry that she expected him to call for her - but that is just impossible. "No hell. Hurry up picking up those splinters and don't annoy me with your useless questions." - She did it again. She was cold towards his kind little brother again, who obeyed her and did just like she ordered him to do. Indeed, it annoyed her that she never could express herself clearly. She was not normal, that was her conclusion. Why couldn't she just say: I am unharmed. Thank you for asking. What's so difficult about that? ...- Everything, she answered her own question. She knew it. She would never be able to show gratitude to someone. Some time, in the near future, they will betray her. And she betray them.
She shook off those useless thoughts and get on her motorcycle. Yes, she did not go to school anymore. She already graduated, with some good grades, although her being absent everytime influenced her good grades. But she did not care. She didn't plan to work anyway, there were always people who wanted to work for her. So why sweet herself? It would just look stupid. "Felicia." Her thoughts were interrupted by a strong, manly, but old voice. She turned around and looked into her step fathers face. He already was this old - with many wrinkles on his face and glasses on his nose, but still, his carefree person could someone still see. It somekind hurts her that he looked at her with such begging eyes. But... Usha turned around and started the engine while uninterested saying: "What do you want, old man?", without really wanting to say it. With a side glance, she noticed the deep frown on his forehead as he responded: "I - ... I am always here for you. I'll always be here. Please trust me more." Although he only said that much that time, Usha knew that he wanted to say even more. What he planed to say is until now kept being a secret from Usha - because she just rolled her eyes and rode away.
That day, she had an appointment with someone called 'Mister Garamond' - a guy that as rumors said, had some bunch of money, although more than the half of it were not legal. But it was not in Usha's interest. It was alone the money that made her go to their meeting. Mister Garamond waited for her in a Café... that is what he said. Only that. But Usha already being familar with the criminal world, the only Café which made sense to meet were the one where the owner is as timid as hell - Café Buenno, where the owner did not call the police. He was a too scared quite young man, who is just one unlucky guy having his Café in this town full of criminality. Outside, as Usha came, she already noticed many motorcycle being parked. It seems like Mister Garamond did not came alone. Only that made her making that phone call - just to make sure. They meeting should from the start just be somekind of randez- vous, but him bringing some friends... no, it didn't feel right.
She entered tha Café, and although it was a Café, she smelled strong alcohol and a very thick air - they smoked inside the Café. Usha had to restrain herself not to snatch ther cigarettes and throwed it to the garbage. She forced herself a smile even - what did look very natural (matter of practice) as she spotted a guy with a very shiny vest. He looked like in his 30th and she even noticed that he had one gold teeth. Quite disgust Usha actually, but she remained calm and collected inside, as she played the happy and lovely girl outside. "Felicia Usha. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Garamond!" She stated with a melodic voice which even disgust herself and smiled. Mister Garamond could just laugh. "Good to see you, good to see you! How beautiful you are. Take a seat, take a seat!", he said with a quite loud voice. Surely: It annoyed her. But she - playing the lovely type of girl steps to him and took a seat right beside him, bearing his bad breath. "I hope you don't mind me bringing my boys with me! It's just they wanted to see your beauty too. And really, my informant did not lie how beautiful you are! Indeed, indeed. So now, everyone drink! You too, lovely Felicia." She beared that he stroked her head, she beared that he kissed her, she even beared everything. But as he went even further, and his boys even covered for him, she knew his objective soon and told her 'underlings' with a sign to start the plan retreating. Not long after that, a man screamed from outside: Boss boss, out motorcycles! They were destroyed by some masked people! Please come, we need support outta here chasing them! Then everything became a chaos, and Usha had the freedom to grab the purse of Mister Garamond and unnoticed went out of it, successful.
Yes, it was a normal day in her daily life. Did she wanted to went through all of that? That question is difficult to answer. She has a quite distinctive desire for money, may be the cause of her family being poor before, so she probably wanted to go through all of it. In the other side, she hated that the men just wanted her beauty, her charm, her body even. Sometimes it was very unbearable. But she just had that left to do. That was the only thing where she was definitely better at as her twin sister. And only that made her keep continuing.
Then, that day, the event happened. It was not by chance that she came home very late that day. It was always like that, because the competitions and the bets are always being helt at nights, where the police didn't feel any resposibility to strike in. Perfect time, perfect place - and perfect win. She managed to defeat three opponents. The other three where either suddenly sick/ injured or something was the matter with their motorcycle. And you know that Usha is 'innocent' for those lucky events.
She came back, that day. And found the house on fire. Quickly she called the fire brigade, even the ambulance. But everything was too late. Their bodies were all burnt into black corpses. Her mothers, her step father, her little brother, her twin sister and... the boy. She cried that night, the first time for such long time, and the last time in her life - so she sweared to herself. Then comes the big question... was it a 'by chance' fire? Or someone set the fire in purpose? She already suspected her 'bad friends' as she looked closely to the corpses of their parents. Unusual to see... blood covering all over their bodies? The carbonised smell was definitely strong - but blood was mixing into it, quite strong blood smell. It could not only be a mere set fire. Her parents were actually killed before the fire. But the police was very stubborn. They said that it was a usual accident. Mad? Yes. It was the first time where she literally flipped off. She yelled, scratched, threatened. But those police are low paid ones. They would never get to troublesome cases like that. Or... something else was in the game? Her having some good contacts to small criminals in her district, she picked out a detective's son. Not the lightest person she ever met, but he could gave her some interesting informations: There was a guy, who made the police scared, so that they gave up on catching him. His face is unknown, and his work were often quite reckless, but in the end effective. He was a nightmare, so that detective son. His quirks were easily compared to the event. He was the one. The question is, how she could recognize him if she did not even know his face. But if she'd cross way with him, he do beg that he never was alive. Never.
She easily found a place to stay. With her money, she easily live alone without working for years, so it was not on her concern. The funeral is coming soon. And her heart felt empty. She drove around the night city with her motorcycle, as she arrived at the woods. Yes, inside that, there are many memories. Memories she had forgotten. Memories that made her remember at the happy days. She did not notice she shed a small tiny tear. How could she have forgotten all those good memories? She remained on her motorcycle, as then she decided to park and go through the woods. Her eyes were still quite wet, but she herself already calmed down a bit. As then she noticed that small little pathetic looking being: some guy keeled over pathetically with his sticky blackened hands and strangly shaking his body as if he feared something. Did he fear the darkness or something? Usha, although she still feel the sadness of the event, she couldn't help but despite such a creature. Probably some guy without home and work, she thought. "What the hell are you doing? It's really irritating to see someone like you. Piss off somewhere, bum." She said with an irritated tone. He looked like he was in the end of the world. But instead like that, he should better off searching for a job. Yes, she despised someone like him - her expression showed that well. And although she didn't want to have anything to do with him, his black hand were quite concerned her. Was he...? Maybe. Everyone could be him. She just had to know more... "What's up with your hand?", more straight forwardly as that is impossible; her glare kept alerted. This guy was too strange being a mere bum - that's for sure.
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