The Enigma Of Neuken

Chapter 11: Quiet yet Demented Life

Maestri Radian woke up, like a baby. The sun warmed her brown cheeks, and the calmness of the beige room around her brought her such pleasure. She walked out of bed, headed straight to the bathrooms, to see how her body was doing. She stared at her cheek, and saw the long line on her face.

"Wait, didn't you say that this would've been healed by now?" She said, blandly. To any other person she was talking to herself. But she swore the moon was listening and responding back.

"You can't actually heal it?" Her face vexed at the thought of that kid. Last night, was the worse night ever. She had some cider this time to calm her nerves down. After fleeing she had saw a boy, who healed her after sawing her pretty figure collapse, bloody. This of course, had to be a savior sent by the moon, so she immediately slaughtered him and sacrificed.

After doing her routine, she ate breakfast, watching TV, since work started a bit later for her. It was cozy, on a fluffy couch. The clock's slow ticks. On her left, was cabinets, full of belongings, and board games just in case someone came over. Her right was just a picture of herself and her sister, and she couldn't help but look at it. She'd give her a call later. Their mom and and dad stood between the both of them, two tall giants, but with such a kind heart. She set her bowl of cereal down, making sure to wash it. Her house felt so cramped, the kitchen wasn't the best. She did her best to clean, the floorboards creaked, and the roaches did their best to scurry away. And she did her best to kill them. How she hated them.

"Could you give me the power to kill roaches, moon?" The person next to her was a so called roach hoarder. Someone so evidently filthy that roaches couldn't help but try to spread their eggs everywhere because of them. She thought of bringing it up to the landlord

She began to put on her suit, a rich pure purple, with a black and grey diamond tie. She stared in the mirror, looking prim and proper, but then she vexed again. That white haired boy, would surely recognize her. She stared at herself, bags under her blue eyes, straight hair in a curly mess, And that scar, was so straight yet ugly. She'd have to change her looks. She smiled, thinking of an illusion that would fool her boss and co-workers. Her regular had brown eyes and straight her so how about..

She tapped her nose, widening it just a bit, her lashes got shorter and her lips fashioned itself into a cupid's bow, she smiled at the disappearance of that ugly scar. But it was only an illusion of course. She gave herself defined cheek bones and went her merry way.

She grinned as she touched a candy bar and a $20 bill. "nice."
It was nice to have candy, it brought her mind of work and other things.
Lin, had grinned at her. As Maestri set her bags down. "Someone's been using her work money for plastic surgery, huh?"

"No no, just some new make up I've tried. Be honest." Maestri cracked a smile.

Lin stared at her, tilting her head and humming an annoying tune. "It's, good, but your cheeks make you look so different, I love it when they're bubbly!"

"Beggars cannot be choosers, Lin."

Work was average, Maestri hated it anyways. Rolling her eyes at the annoying co-worker who could never shut his mouth.

She saw the old lady near the street, and helped her cross. The old lady would always offer her money, but Maestri smiled, and would take it. Living in a high rise apartment was costly, which, resulted in her having two jobs. Delivery. Nothing vexed her more, but the people around her were okay.

"Yo, Mae." Tom Fiddleston, the delivery boy had said. "You don't ever seem to hang out with other people. Is everything alright?" He was tall and blonde, and had every right to be an annoying jock of course excluding his age, about in his late twenty's, but he wasn't.