Chapter two! Yes, I really like this story for some reason. :D
White is my favourite. <333 xD
Here's something interesting. I wrote "MonChroms" and that's obviously not a word. So I checked some of the suggestions, just for the heck of it. "Lunchrooms" came up. o___O;;; MonChroms = Lunchrooms?
I've got pictures for you~ <33 Of Red, Yellow, Green, White, Black, Purple, and Turquoise! :D I'll have one of Blue soon. They'll be presented NEXT chapter! xD
Note to Nikki: I added a few things to ButterFly, but kept her close to how you wanted her. I also put in a twist. Hope you enjoy and LOVE your character!!
Anywho, here we go. Chapter 2. :)
""So, what do we do first? Blow something up?" I asked, cracking my knuckles.
Black grinned. "I like your enthusiasm."
I gave a satisfied smile.
"But no. Right now, MonChroms are swarming the streets." Black said, shaking her head.
"W-Wha? MonChroms?" I asked. Sounded Jamaican.
"Our nickname for our 'friends', the MonoCHROME workers." Yellow said, putting air-quotes around "friends".
Purple added, "Not that it would make much sense to you, but we have a bad history with MonChroms."
Everyone's face darkened (excluding the obvious, emotionless White). I raised an eyebrow. "So what do we do for now?" I asked.
"Well, when there are too many MonChroms, we usually scout out a new hiding place. They always find us. So if I were you, cutie, I'd suggest getting ready to run." Green said, not looking fazed.
"So, basically, in a possible few minutes, our lives could be in danger?" I said, tapping my chin.
Everyone (except White) nodded. Green and Yellow were still smiling. Apparently, getting chased by MonChroms was as normal as it got for them.
"Well, alright." I said, shrugging.
"Purple, look after Red. She's new, she doesn't know the routes leading out of here." Black said.
From what I had seen, Black was the leader. She made the rules, she enforced the rules. Purple was like an assistant to Black. She backed Black's plans and went along with it. Green was the most normal one. The one you might have said hello to on a street. Yellow was a little overly happy, always talking to Green. If not for White, I'd have believed Yellow was the crazy one.
White? He was the freak.
Purple agreed, though she didn't look happy.
I shrugged again. Finally, we're getting somewhere.
Then White stood up slowly and looked to his side. "Here" he wrote in air.
ButterFly's Point of View
I watched silently as the buildings were painted white and black.
I'm a little happy White wasn't with me. If he saw the building, he would be devastated.
That building was the one he painted himself. It was beautiful, too. Incredible. He did a good job.
I went back to my notebook and finished the stanza I was on. I reread the poem out loud, and, satisfied, I closed the notebook.
In all my eighteen years of life, I couldn't believe this had happened. MonChrom monsters.
I would change what happened, but then something awful could come out of it. I hardly used the power I wielded. But if I had to, I would.
Not to mention, every time I use it . . .
I flipped my short turquoise hair back. Yes, that's why I'm called Turquoise. My real name's ButterFly.
My skin was pale. Not like vampire pale, just normal, person-pale.
I wiped my eye, the sudden gust of wind sending the acrid smell of paint into my eyes.
When I managed to clear my eyes, I pulled my bag up off the floor and set the poetry book into it, besides the charcoal and other drawing and writing materials.
Frowning at the city I once smiled at, I turned and made my way back to our atelier, back to Blue.
Red / Crisis
I took in a big gulp of air, before losing it all again. Purple was right beside me, looking unfazed.
"If you can't outrun MonChroms, you'll be useless to us," she said, swerving to the right, down a passageway I wouldn't have noticed. I followed.
"Be quiet, old woman!" I snapped at her.
"Never mind, here they come." I said, whirling on my heel and slamming my foot into one's nose. He flew back, knocking into his friends.
"Nice." Purple said, tugging on my wrist while I grinned, satisfied.
"About ten years of kick-boxing," I boasted.
We darted off again. "Don't let your ego get any bigger." Purple muttered.
I stuck my tongue out.
"I could get used to this," I said, almost skipping.
"Don't get too comfortable. We don't want you getting cocky and tripping or something." she nagged. I rolled my eyes.