Mourning Springs

"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.

"You 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.

Anna, 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

Anna 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.

"I....I 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 ridden ground.

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 little girl.

"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 the door.

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.