Entropy

By: N

Down the path she ran, and behind her was a pack of killers wishing for her to be slain by their hands. Everything was fine the day before, she had seen these people just a day earlier and yet she was being chased like she had murdered someone. Well, to them she had. To the people she was just a young one who had done the worst taboo in human psyche. The thought of killing a person sickened most, and many condemned murderers like her to the chair for no reason other than to save themselves from thinking those horrendous thoughts again.

    Ally had been watching someone younger than her, and somehow she had passed out, and she couldn’t remember what had caused her to lose consciousness. All she did remember was the blood on her hands and the vacant stare of the boy on the carpet. The police had arrived and the only instinct that made it through her mind was to flee. They had guns and she didn’t, and they already assumed she had killed the kid. Who wouldn’t?

    The track runner she had been in high school was still in her, and she was outrunning the slow officers. They had the stamina though, she had only been a 200 meter dash expert and was close to an empty tank. She rounded a corner down the dark alley and found brick walls, and no other escape route to save herself.

    Officer Smith took it upon himself to get there first and give her the trial. The other men would back him up, say she was deranged and had tackled him. They were all buddies here and it wasn’t absurd to think that he wouldn’t be helped, many had gotten off murders by doing the same thing. The police force was the biggest gang in the world.

    Ally’s back pressed against the stone, her hands up in the air in an attempt to signal her surrender. She was breathing hard with sweat dripping from her pores, the white tee shirt and blue jeans soaked and sticking to her body. It wasn’t the sweat making it stick, it was also the cold rain that fell from the sky. Her feet were stinging, the converse sneakers had done little to support her heels after the sprinting.

    Shots rang out in the dark, the fatal projectiles flying out to greet the tender pale skin that protected the vital organs that made Ally a living person. What was a person? Was it the meat inside them, or the brains that made them think? What made her Ally was the mind, and it was a good thing they didn’t hit the head. She’d be gone. The white tee transformed from the angelic color to the grim maroon that signaled the end that was guaranteed by a nine millimeter round.

    Flames were ignited in the stomach, the heart went from it’s already frantic pace to a near suicidal beating in hopes of making more blood to outweigh the amount her body was losing. The green eyes that were filled with such light quickly changed to a light neon blue, the rims brimming with blue tears. It seemed something in her was different from others, and the indagate of men at the end of the alley seemed to sense this, firing away with their peacemakers. They ripped through her, but it was too late to stop her, the mutation within her helix had activated during her adrenaline rush. It took near death to bring it out, but now it would stay.

    She would be considered fast with the mutation, but her athletic body only enhanced the trait, and the muscles in her legs bulged as she seemingly disappeared in a blur of red and blue. The unreal strength in her body was all it took to kill the judge, jury, and executions that waited at the entrance. Seven or eight fell from her first impact, the last few collapsed after a flurry of swifty kicks. She had ended everything about them, and she was covered in all forms of the sticky liquids that made up a human. The panting she had been doing was continued, her hands scratching at her shirt to find the wound, but it was gone. All that was left was the blood stained tee shirt and the scar of her penetrated skin. She was scared, shaking from the lack of adrenaline left in her. She felt weak again, but her eyes never changed. They were the blue they had changed into, and they appeared to persist even after she felt her energy leave her.

    She never stopped crying either, she had fallen to her knees and cried into her hands. She was a monster and had killed people. Real people, not something from a game, but officers who had families. Even if they had tried to kill her, they were still people. What was the value of a single life? What was the punishment for ending a dozen?

    “First time huh?” A mysterious dark form hid from the rain, hood covering her head from the liquid. They were nonchalant about the situation, picking through the scraps from the men.
“They stink of pigs…” She muttered, tossing away what she had picked up, some part of a human no longer recognizable.

    “Get away I-I…” Ally tried to say, but was hushed by the figure

    â€‹ “There are many things to teach you about us, but let’s just say… No one likes us, not even our own kind. Definitely not humans that’s for sure.” The figure said, and for a moment, the blue eyes flashed from under the hood and showed Ally she wasn’t alone. Blue and red mixed on the pavement as the rain continued from both the sky and the murderer. Just which person died that night?