The Outsiders Imagines Novels & Stories

Then he turns and ignores me like he doesn't exist, so I follow on his heels so I don't miss anything. We go up to a box and I stretch my neck trying to see everything around me, the men look like real head-starters , big, format, their muscles seem hard like a rock, their legs two pieces of iron. They look like a group of destructive Vikings and I wonder, are they going to follow me? Do you plan for me to lead men who look like this? Where is it that I, a girl with a deformed body, a shitty character, a hostile personality, who doesn't want to be where she is, could direct people who seem to do their job very well on their own?

The idea of spending the whole afternoon doing shopping or touring the city lifted my spirit. The Outer Eden is way too different from Inner Eden and Central Eden. The area was filled with smug garbage and the stench of the city. Condominiums and structures were so dilapidated that you could see the grime and graffiti on the walls. Central Eden and even Inner Eden look prosperous; this part was the opposite. I can see some people huddled together in a fire wearing dirty clothes. Everyone looks hungry and sickly. Not one seems happy. Gloomy faces and hopeless people slowly walked at the dirty streets filled with mud. Samuel pulled me closer to his side and my father on the other side. I can f

One minute, he was my tormentor, the next, my shadow. When we reached the outskirts of the forest, my stomach dropped. Bad luck must have been written all over me tonight because standing there, leaning against a rusted lamppost, was the last person I wanted to see—Jonan and his gang of pricks. “Well, well, look who finally decided to crawl out of the woods.” Jonan grinned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with the same sick amusement I’d grown used to. “What were you doing out there, wolfless? Trying to summon your non-existent wolf?”

Stopping is how they catch you. I drop to the ground on the other side, landing badly, my ankle screaming in protest. I bite my sleeve to keep from crying out. The taste of dirt fills my mouth. Mud coats my knees, my hands, my skin but for the first time, no one yells at me for it. I’m outside. The orphanage looms behind me, dark and hulking, its windows like empty eyes. From here, it looks almost peaceful. It’s not. I turn and run.

“Behold! The ones the gods rejected!” Laughter rang throughout the theatre and drums began to sound, filling the entire place. More horns were blown. Then a huge gate in the fence was thrown open and a few seconds later, 10 slaves were led out in chains. Maggie squinted as she watched them all walk into the sand pit. A second later her eyes widened and her heart dropped...there in the circular pit were younger versions of Eldan, Percy, Jackson, and Olivia among other people. But what made her eyes widened was the last man standing with them, a younger version of himself as she had never seen him before.

People were struggling to feed, eating from stale bread, rotten meat, and whatever things they could find edible. Ophelia pushed her way past some men selling items that were obviously stolen. As Luna of the Crimson Paw's pack, it was forbidden to step foot in such an area, because it was situated with outcasts. These people might try to hurt her because Up Easton residents were hated for living the perfect life; wearing clean outfits, eating good food, throwing parties, and having thousands of pounds in banks.

Henry said, “Got It, but, you need to watch out” Jessica said, and she started translating Henry words into the outcasts' language as they spoke, it became clear that the outcasts were suffering from a lack of resources. They had been exiled from their own world and were struggling to find a place to call home, before their missions completed, Henry and Jessica listened intently, and together, they came up with a plan to help the outcasts, even though It was It's Henry's good, because he was trying to payback Sharon and her mom,

He shivered again. A few minutes later, he was so disoriented that even his sight was hazy. He stumbled along, trying to stay away from the people crowding the streets. They were everywhere, and they avoided touching him. He touched their minds briefly. They thought he was an “old homeless man,” perhaps a drunk or even insane. No one looked his way; no one wanted to see him. He was shrivelled, his skin grey. He drew the long cloak even closer, hiding his withered body within its folds.

Outsiders only saw her smiling as she waved her butt and crawled to the ground to pick up the bills while still laughing happily, and immediately thought that her smiling face was her ugly appearance, Did outsiders know to ask her "Ashley, why did you do that"? Ashley, did she not feel pain? At this moment, Meadow extremely hated herself, then resented Milan… Ashley had torn her hope apart, Meadow did not dare to think, under that calm face, at this moment, what kind of pain was hidden, how much effort was needed, to endure the pain shown through that calm appearance.

It was the perfect backdrop for my plans, the ideal setting to reclaim what had been unjustly taken from me and from Olivia. Sitting on the squalid cot, the stench of mould and despair a thick cloud around me, my mind churned with dark schemes and vengeful plots. The guards stood like silent wraiths outside my cell, their masks of indifference betraying no hint of the storm they were guarding. They saw a prisoner where they should have seen a tempest, the harbinger of ruin.