Top Of The Line

Alicha woke up,late for her walk in the daily park.Little did she know,this small lasp in her schedule would change everyone's life....No,I don't mean that simple day-to-day change..like you forget a book,so you get in trouble.I mean those big life changing moments.The one's that effect many people's life's,not just one individual.How could being late for a walk change so much,you may ask.Well,you could have not met the love of your life,or you could miss out on one hundred dollars.However,it was not something of that sort that she missed,she missed her mothers last walk.
Of course,had she been there,she couldn't have changed anything about her mothers paralysis.
How can one get paralyzed on a walk,you seem to think.
The answer is not what it seems.
In fact,it is far from it.
This town,this....village..isn't quite what it seems at first glance.....after all.Nothing is.
This village,at first glance,looks like any other,a man walking a dog,a woman headed to the mart.
But,that's at first glance.Every village has a dark side..Though,this is more...that outer shell,is simply...an outer shell.If you peel away that layer,a darkness appears..For this town is run by three main.....thugs..you could say.
The first is one no one would ever want to confront,in big numbers,or in a small quantity.Tall and lanky,Mark makes sure his gang is in tip top shape,though he is a normal teenager by day.He attends school,and has a girl he's supposedly trying to romance,in reality,this mobster has only one lady in mind, Lady Clemenstone.Beauty in perfection.Or at least as close as it gets.Tie her hair up,put on a cap,equip her with a gun,and you have a mob leader,her small sister,Kloe,broke off from her mob,since she got no rights,and had to scrub the laboratory.Dark,alone,misunderstood,and strangely pretty,this wonder keeps to the shadows,and has formed her own mob in the process.
Kloe and Lady Clemenstone's mobs were in a fight,as they were everyday,but this day it just happened to be at the park.Ah....I'm sure you forgot the mother walking in it.
A bullet strayed from the fray,and hit the old woman right in the back.The doctors proclaimed she was lucky to be alive.
But death comes to the old and wounded quickly...
It wrapped it's dark claws around her before Alisha was even out of bed.
She began to lose hope...but her friend,Mark,was trying to help her.He taught her to handle a gun,but,how can you help someone,if you are lying to them?
Of course,she,like normal kids,did not suspect her best friend of lying.After all,do you?
But,regardless of her days,her nights were tearful.She grew cold,she began to have a icy glare,her heart became stone,her walk became strutting,her mind grew dark,and her hair went from brown to black.
Soon the girl learned to carry a gun around,the first time she was mugged.
She became a part of the town...it is like a spiral...It drags everyone in it to the same murky bottom,she became one of the many legends..as did most in this town....She became a myth...Installed in time.Never to leave.
She became like everyone in the town...She became the shadow.She became everyone else...
And like the town,she lost herself.
But,unlike the town,it might be able to be retrieved one day.....if given proper care