The Outsiders Imagines Novels & Stories

How long ago was that? Two homeless looking men stand beside a graffiti ridden dumpster, left behind boxes are stacked in front of it along with scattered trash. It’s the only thing in this alley and it looks realistic. Even the used condom on the ground helps with the aesthetic. Carden and Oliver stiffen beside me, groping for weapons I know they have hidden somewhere. I quickly step forward to cover up their untrustworthy actions. They’re quickly becoming a liability. Please don’t let these idiots get us killed.

For a moment, the only sound was the distant sea, a low and constant hymn. Plans are easy to form. The execution is where men get impatient and die. I allowed myself one small indulgence of imagination: the image of Frank bound, handcuffed at the warehouse, his voice thin as paper under interrogation. The thought made the muscles at my throat tighten. It is important to visualize what you want. It makes the steps toward it less like stabs and more like a crafted path.

The sun hangs low on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of blood and fire. I stand at the edge of the rogue camp, watching sixty outcasts prepare for a battle most of them won't survive. They check weapons, tighten armor, say quiet goodbyes to friends who might become corpses by nightfall. Nobody questions why they're risking their lives for a pack that would kill them on sight. Maybe because outcasts understand better than anyone what it means to fight for something bigger than themselves.

“Help lift this, boys” The four of us pushed with all of our might, trying to move the large timber board from itś slot. With one final push it cleared the top of the off the slot, dropping it to the ground, Johna pushed the gate open. As howls rang out in the distance, we ran as fast as we could, the edge of the forest within sight, the open space between the gate and the forest offered no protection. We were vulnerable and exposed, easy targets for the Greysteels loyal to my father. “WHERE IS MY PRIZE”? Atticus screamed as my pace quickened and he was jolted up and down on my shoulders. “Ouch Leki, stop it hurts “he cried out as my hands tightened around his ankles.

I can not hear his screams but I can imagine how he sounds because he knows he will die today. It is a purse. The boy stole a purse. Someone raises it up to show the crowd and then everyone turns to the boy who is now almost lost in the crowd. With the angry blows, kicks and slaps, soon he's truly lost. Probably coughing his last on the ground. The woman selling fish and others around continue their business without paying attention to the scene. It must have happened too many times that it now seems to them like it was just a stray fowl being killed with the belief that instant justice was best for theft.

I've been called that more than once. Her eyes flash and she has a seat next to me again. "More like the outcasts, the ones who don't necessarily fit in everywhere else. Heaven Hill is made up of all the people that society said wasn't moldable, most of them had no family, so they made their own. I'm seeing a lot of them in you, and I think this is where you need to be."

I'll just go shopping for the others as well. I know it’s not a good idea to go outside at times like this without Justine and Peter by my side, but I figured out it’s actually a good battle for me and a good training ground. I mean, not all the time I will have them beside me, so I also need to be independent. They’ll get mad at me, but I don’t think I will regret it. I climbed down the fire escape and dropped softly into the gutter when I got outdoors. I hid behind a dumpster with a baseball bat in hand, trying to make sure the road was definitely clear. With a rotten population on the increase and the infusion of rotten warriors, New York is no longer secure.

He was so weak that he would not be able to help Dennis even if he caught up. Soon, Petal City became boisterous as a large group of outsiders in uniform entered the city. They looked angry as if someone offended them, so they were probably here to cause trouble. The onlookers panicked at this scene and gave way to them. No one wanted to get beaten for no reason, so they would rather avoid the outsiders. Dennis was full of disdain at their reaction. “What a bunch of cowardly commoners.” They looked like lowly civilians whose lives were worthless.

the smallest-looking one of us said and I immediately felt bad for her. “Me too,” several other girls repeated, looking just as dejected as the first one did. For the first time, I imagined how awful their lives would be like outside the harem. No matter how long they spent here, they would not only be ex-convicts to the rest of the world but former prostitutes as well. And if their mates, the most important member of their lives as far as I knew rejected them, I couldn't imagine how terrible it would be for them.

“I would've fried you the second I opened my mouth.” “Then, what are you?” I insist. She looks away from me, redirecting her gaze to the starless night. “I'm an outsider.” “Outsider?” When I don't have to scream to get my voice heard, I realize we have walked out of the noisy town square and now into the quieter parts. "As you can see, there are different clans and lands in Alkhemi. It's like having a leader in different states under a president of a country."