"Shut your god damn fucking mouth Blanch!" She suddenly screamed at that awful brute as she swiftly and violently threw the stack of Blanch's carefully drawn out plans at her. The stack of paper landed on Blanch's back with a loud whisk and Ditto knew this would be the end for her. Blanch, who weighed 267 pounds with pure muscle and and body mass was immensely superior to the 145 pound petite Ditto.
fucking cunt!" Blanch angrily scolded as she swooped into to the
enraged Ditto. Blanch, who is never challenged, never questioned, always
feared, grabbed Ditto between her legs, picked her up over her head,
swung her upside down, and slammed her head first to the ground. "Anna!"
Ditto desperately screamed as she was swung down to the dirt ridden
ground. Then with a loud thump and a chocking sound it was silent. "Burn
in hell you useless slut!" Proclaimed Blanch. Ditto was now silent and
not moving. Anna's heart sunk, her heart filled with fear and rage.
who was the soul of this critical operation, felt a surge of
desperation come over her as she raced to aid her fallen friend.
"Ditto?" She cried, "Dittey?" As she shook her unconscious friend.
"Please god no." As she felt behind her friends ear, no pulse. Her
friend, one of the few Anna has ever know, had perished. Anna felt a
burn in her throat, her head felt as if the whole of Loft City had
fallen upon her. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to
sob. But today was not the day, there was a war to start, and Anna knew
that time was already running out.
Anna looked up at
the ugly murderer, the monster who has time and again caused her pain.
Anna pulled out her gun and pointed swiftly at that fucking tool
"This shot was meant for someone else, but I've gotta tell ya, I'm reconsidering." -Anna
"Go ahead savior girl, blow your insurrection, I'll laugh all the way to to the lords hands." -Blanch
wanted nothing more than to pull the trigger and rid the world of this
useless beast. But the plan must go forth, if Anna gave in to fear and
her emotions everything she, her mother, her grandparents, her friends,
her comrade's have fought for, would be forever lost. She had only one
bullet in her gun and it was not meant to be waisted on this pathetic
piece of fucking meat. Anna lowered her gun as the others in the group
circled around the hated Blanch, ready to follow whatever orders their
beloved Anna Mi asked of them.
Anna swallowed the
enormous lump in her throat, gathered her thoughts," we've come too far
to fail, continue on with our mission." She said as she turned to her
most trusted friend, Toshi," I need a minute with her." As her eyes
filled with tears. "Okay hun, just a minute, we need you girl." Anna
walked to her fallen com rad and hunkered beside her. Ditto had always
been their for Anna, they knew each other before the uprising, before
the rebellion, before Anna was leader of a soon to be known terrorist
organization known as Equestria. Anna remembered when they would day
dream together in the land fields about who they would be someday, who
they loved, their hopes for the ever dimming future.
failed you Dittey." Anna whispered as a tear hit her deceased friend on
her left cheek. Anna layed her head on Ditto's and struggled to keep
herself from completely losing it. Anna reached to her wing wallet and
pulled out her butterfly wings. She only had three wings left. None of
them were suited for her strong bond and kinship she's felt with Ditto.
She grabbed the half faded dark orange wing and proceeded with the
ritual that had been passed down from mother to daughter in her family. A
ritual known as the "Fly Song." Anna's family was not religious in the
least. But they did believe in the miraculous nature of the cosmos. They
believed that death was merely a beginning to something much more
powerful and beautiful than that of the life left behind. Much like a
butterfly from a cocoon.
"Ay, ashaboo, all ay,
shurndoo, ay, tall ay, keranoo, all ay." She sung. Left the butterfly
wing in Ditto's right hand placed on her heart. Kissed her on the
forehead, and got a up to begin a necissary task of starting a war
against the sky. A war she knew in her heart, would change the course of
her life, forever.
But to know what drives Anna Mi is to know where her story begins...
CHAPTER 1, ANNA MI
The slight cool breeze hits the skin with a slight pinch. Not from
the crispness of the wind, nor the sweat from her pours. This pinch had
nothing to do with a breeze. Whether on a mid-July after noon, or a
bitter cold January evening. The bitter chill in the air remains still
in the hearts and minds of the citizens of the great city. "Ann!?" the
old woman half asked, half shouted in a inquisitive and loving way.
"Anna?" "Coming grandma." Anna replied. She put down the old cardboard
box she was carefully reading. The old box that resembled nothing more
than a cereal box with muffled images and words hit the dirty, trash
Anna entered the church that housed her,
her mother, her grandmother, and her grandfather. She removed her nose
plugs as she quickly walked past her grandma and asked,"what's
happened?" "Grandpa and me have to go to the meeting, will you let mommy
know that we love her and will see her soon?" Anna, who hated shows of
emotion or even love and caring looked hesitantly at her grandma. "Okay"
she said as she reached down to tie her left shoe. As she tied she
remembered her grandma teaching her to tie her shoe when she was a
"First you make the strings into an x, and
loop them through, then you make bunny ears and loop it around....."
Anna looked up at her grandma and said,"Be careful" and gave her a hug,
her grandpa too. Her grandpas arms and upper torso shook as she gave him
a warm embrace. The tall, mighty man her grandpa is suddenly felt frail
and small. This bothered Anna, and made her very nervous for him. Even
though that tomorrow is Anna's 29 birthday she still felt like a
helpless, scared little girl as she watched her grandparents walk out
Since she was able to walk she always worried
for her grandparents and her mom. Her whole life she hated to be alone
in a room without one of them by her side. "A ghost!" Five year old Anna
once screamed as she ran out of the bedroom and into the living room
where her mom was. She violently jumped into her mothers arms and tucked
her head into her giggling mom's armpits. "Sweet cheeks?!" I promise
you there is no such things as ghosts." The mere mention of the word
GHOST made young Anna give a silent, cute sqeeil. Her mom picked her up
and carried her back to the room that housed her sweet daughter, and her
parents and picked up a small spray bottle. She looked at Anna lovingly
and said,"you know what to say, you ready?" Anna looked up at her mommy
nervously and and they both said together,"ghosts ghosts go away, let
there be no ghosts today." And her mother sprayed what they called, the
anti-ghost spray into the air.
Anna, as she watched the
tunk arrive, felt a surge a sorrow and anguish wash over her as she
watched the fully uniformed guards men get out of the tunk(tank bus) and
forcefully put her loving, good, decent grandparents in their chairs.
As the cold, steal tunk sat for a moment the sound of advertisements
echoed out into the church corridor where Anna was ducking behind the
window watching. The side of the tunk was riddled with advertisements
from various people. The most prominent reading, COLLECTION GOT YOU
DOWN? CATCH US ON THE FLY, WE MAY GIVE YOU A TRY! The picture was of a
handsome young couple walking in a door filthy dirty and walking out in
the latest footlocker gear.
Anna wished she could get a
job for a person like the great Footlocker. No more cycling through
generation upon generation of old garbage. No more smelling the awful
stench of cuss ridden filth, no more putting up with the FMLC, no more
living in a giant, cold building that houses hundreds of mindless
consumes with whom Anna despises. She could finally work for a person
like Footlocker that would actually pay for her hard work, and maybe
could collect enough money for her and her loved ones to move to to an
apartment. Then reality hit her, at last count, fifty seven hundred
consumes where ahead of her to await the trials of the workforce. It
won't happen, not in her lifetime any way.