Novel & Cerita The Outsider

The bind on her hands was tough and tight on her skin and her face itched, thanks to Payne kissing her lips. "No I don't." Payne shrugged. He started to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. "What I care about is the scar on my chest that I'm about to show you, the seal of the promise I made to myself that I would find you, while my father used a broken glass to write the word pussy on my chest." "You are a psychopath." Melinda seethed. "I guess you made me that way." Payne shrugged out of his shirt, puffing his chest for Melinda to see the scar lines. Pussy.

Bellatrix Sinclair “Outsiders aren’t allowed.” The guard stated, motioning for the people behind me to enter. Stepping to the side, scanning the way regular people entered without invitation. Some even high-fived the guard, drinks in hand and masks fully decked in different colours. After a few minutes, one man stood out from the crowd. He wore a crimson-coloured three-piece suit with blackout sunglasses and pitch-black hair sleeked back. The guard stopped him, “Outsiders aren’t allowed.” He repeated robotically.

I could hear an erratic heartbeat. ​I used my senses to direct me until my feet came to an immediate stop where the scent and sound met. I take a hesitant step forward, looking down into the barely visible opening between two grimy walls. It was a space which held a small, shaking body, perfectly hidden behind the patches of grass. “​Mate,” Theo declared once more, his glee bubbling over into my chest. ​But within that same moment, the scent clears itself to reveal the underlying truth. The sweet aroma was coming off a human. A fragile, completely human girl.

No one, outside of his mother, had ever smiled at him with such tenderness. "U-uhm ..." he stammered, biting his lip. The minstrel tilted his head slightly, peering intently at the child. Olive skin and bright green eyes. Loose, rumpled clothes, presumably not his, too big for his slim physique. Tousled hair, of someone who has just woken up, a very dark brown compared to that of all the other Outsiders he had met. The man widened his smile, somewhat pleased, as a quick thought flashed through his head.

I did not care about life at the moment, I am just accepting things as they are. Strange, I can not see her. Suddenly the big man that loves to give us to strangers if they have given him something appeared from outside with a larger man than him. The man had almost red eyes, I would call them Grimson. He smelled like something dangerous, feral and I shouldn’t resist his command, well, not that I would anyway. I do as I am told, then I don’t get punished that much.

I would be a fool to let them take my money to support someone else. … When I returned home after meeting with the bank president, it was already 11:00 pm. The house was completely dark, and no one bothered to check on me even when I came back so late. They were all fast asleep. I stumbled in the dark while heading back to my room. As soon as I opened the door and tossed my handbag onto the chair, I heard a piercing scream. Surprised, I hurriedly turned on the lights. I then saw Madeline crouched by the cabinet where I stored my jewelry and watches, her arms thrown up to protect her head. She was wearing my jewelry around her neck, ears, and wrists.

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."

He figures that it a much healthier alternative that snatching women off of the street to torture them. Not that the town believes it. If only his crazy ass father and brother could have found another outlet for their psychotic episodes. Then he would not be the town pariah. Owen lives fifteen miles outside of town and he rarely goes there, except for when he is out of supplies. But even after all these years, he still has the few people that look at him and whisper. For the first few years after the story of his family came to light, it was the worst. People would cross the street to stay away from him. He would walk into the grocery store and folks would abandon their carts to gather their

An Outsider was a totally disgusting and abhorrent parasitic life-form. Just by touch alone an Outsider can infect a human host, it then ensures the continuous survival of its own kind. It’s a parasitic like Alien species. Within the confines of the Multi-facet room Willy Goodwill tracked the rate of the Outsider infection with the help of the Artificially Intelligent operating system Andy. A 3-D image of the statistics appeared: About 500 thousand people have already been infected. “My God the infection is doubling by the minute!” Exclaimed Willy in panic.

While most of them have fled, there are still a few inside, trying desperately to help others who have been buried. My hand still sizzling, I shake it off and pull it back. About to reach in and pull out some more wires, I stop when I hear Dr. Cho screams. It wasn't her gloating but her being taken by surprise. Looking out, I see the four OutCasts charging toward me. "They sure took their time," I think as I reach in.