by: Monkat | Complete Story | Last updated Jan 6, 2010
Two girls learn the real definition of justice when a shadowy figure gives them what they want. My first story since high school - please review it! Contains AP/AR/TG/More
Chapter Description: Adila and Nasra are pushed into a corner, and will do whatever it takes to keep their heads above water.
“Okay, now who knows the future root of the verb aller?”, asked Ms. Bohem. Ms. Bohem is a French teacher at Zeal High School, but she isn’t very strict, and there’s usually some sort of mayhem going on during class. “Anyone?”, she continued.
“It’s ir-, dumbasses,” responded Abyan, the lazy and judgmental teacher’s assistant. Abyan has been studying French for years, and for some reason or another, expected everyone in the class to be at the same level that he is at.
“Hey! You know, this is only French I, and we’re already at the future tense! I think we’re doing just fine!” spouted Adila, a freshman girl.
“Yeah! It’s not like we’ve been studying it for years like someone!” contributed Adila’s sidekick, Nasra. Adila and Nasra had been friends since they were in kindergarten, and they seemed inseparable - when one of them had an opinion, the other adopted it.
“Whatever you say, tiny tits,” responded Abyan, “I’m just trying to prepare you for the test on Friday, you should probably get this down, you know.” Unfortunately, he was right on both accounts, neither of the girls were very developed, and it didn’t show any signs of improving. Naturally, the girls didn’t buy into it, they just think that they were being tortured, which is understandable given Abyan’s word choice.
“Just calm down everyone! I don’t want to assign any detentions!”, Ms. Bohem quickly interjected, “Now, you do all have a test soon, and you need to study, so I am assigning a bit of homework to you all, finish up pages 55-60 in the workbook. Now, it looks like it’s about time to go, so you can all go home.”
As per usual, Nasra came with Adila to her house, so that they could finish their assignments faster, and have a little fun, of course! Both of them were a little flustered due to the events during class so they were quiet, but to break the silence, Adila said, “Ugh, I can’t believe that jerk!”
“Yeah, I know! I mean, what did we ever do to him? He just comes over and picks on us? Ugh...that’s a guy for you,” responded Nasra, with clear sexism in her voice.
“You know, not all guys are bad, just the ones you know,” countered Nasra, “but there’s no excuse for him to act like that, it’s just...just...unjust!” And, like clockwork a shadowy figure appeared in front of the two young girls. It seemed that this man was comprised of shadows, yet somehow forming a pure black three-dimensional figure.
“If it is justice you seek, a victory to the weak, I may be able to help you, just as well as the sky is blue,” stated the figure in a deep charismatic voice. The girls were, at first, struck with fear, but his rhyme seemed to calm their nerves, and even make them trust him. “I need no reason, not for any season, but for everything there is a price, especially if to you, it does entice.”
“So...what you’re saying is, you’ll help us, but you want something in return? What do we get, and what do we pay?” inquired Adila
The figure seemed to know exactly what to say to persuade them, “You seek justice, and I seek the same. Your payment will be thus, and in return, power to punish those you blame.”
The girls’ eyes lit up with desire, the hour of recompense is at hand! It seemed that they were thinking the same thing, that they would get what they want, free of charge, so at the same time they both agreed, “Ok!”
With a poof and a cloud of smoke, a piece of parchment and a quill appeared before them, “If that is what you wish, sign right here, but be careful, things are often worse than they appear!” The girls seemed completely oblivious to the comments made by the figure, and proceeded to sign their names on the parchment, sealing the contract. Upon checking for signatures, the figure proceeded to hold up his end of the bargain, “Well then, it seems that I have your name, and for it, I return to you not fortune or fame, but the power of the gods, it seems you are liked by the odds! When you next awake, you will have what you seek, just, please don’t make the world too bleak!” And with that, the figure dissipated in a cloud of smoke, as the girls began to lose consciousness.
Justice
by: Monkat | Complete Story | Last updated Jan 6, 2010
Stories of Age/Time Transformation