Blue Bird Bravo

Bear with me, this story is still in its draft phase xD I’d thought I’d let you guy’s read the prologue and first chapter. Enjoy!

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Prologue

The majority of the population didn’t know about it. It was a safe haven for the criminal minds and thugs. If you wanted to get off the radar, the Unicorn club was the place to go.

Its location always changed and the whereabouts for it was announced once, in code, to the public. If you were not there , didn’t decipher the code, or both-you were S.O.L. Word can spread  though so you could catch it that way but if you were smart you’d mention the U club sparingly. And that’s exactly what the wanted did.

 The Unicorn club provides its dangerous members with everything money can buy. Luxurious rooms, rich cuisine, spa treatment, swimming, and high class entertainment. It lived up to its reputation as a criminals paradise. Just like the myth, if you are to find the unicorn you are rewarded with generous gifts.

People have killed endlessly to have a chance at this high life. Though with the good comes the bad. Once you’ve entered the club, you may never leave.

You see, you can only get in if your a notorious bad guy. That’s your ticket in. You can’t just say one day “man the U club was great and all but I’m done being the bad guy” . Nope, not the way to go. They’ll kill you since you are a loose end and the club can’t deal with loose ends. Good guys are the bad guys.

Criminals let the u club function undercover and the u club provides the criminals shelter. That is the unspoken truce. Break it and your life is taken away. No criminal grieves for the man that dies from trying to strip away their blood stained past. You give away the one and only true safe haven for the gritty underworld and you’ve become unworthy of their tears.

I am that unworthy villain.

CHAPTER 1-Jailbird

“so what are you in here for?” a slinky gal with a torn up face asked in the cell just next to you. You looked at her for a moment, wondering if you should answer. “its whatever. You don’t have to say.” the woman said casually. “I stabbed my husband twice and punched the slut he slept with.” the fact that she shrugged gave you the impression that her violent behavior didn’t bother her in the least.

Your crimes were anything but violent. “I stole a soda and some chips. This is my second time being caught.” you let out a sigh. Slinky grabbed the bars between your cells “first time in the tin?” you nod. The first time they gave you a warning and said you’d go to jail if you did it again. Well, here you are. You planned to just keep your head down and push on but this chick was making it hard with all the need for social interaction.

“well let me be the first to welcome ya. This is my third time in here but im only here temporarily. I’m leaving for the big time stuff. Prison and what not” she gave you a grin that you didn’t give back. how in the world was she proud of something like that? “ah.” you simply reply.

A moment of silence passed on between both of you. The cells around you are empty and all you could hear was the distant chatter of policemen. It felt like ages till finally one of those policemen came to check up on you both. Well, one of you.

“Hatfield its time” the officer grumbled, slamming his baton on the bar gate of the cell Slinky took residence in. She gave a warm smile and complied, getting up and following the officer when he let her out. Before she turned to leave, she looked to you for a brief moment “wait for the jailbird. She’ll keep you company”. With that, Hatfield was gone.

You wait like slinky instructed. The silence was so strong a long annoying ringing formed in your ears and it felt like hours even eons had passed. By now you lay down on the bench and stare endlessly at the cell in front of you till your eyelids grew heavy and enveloped you in a world of darkness.

You dream of a stark white room where patches of light leaked through the walls. It was terribly hard to see since you could feel yourself squint till your head hurt. You tried to walk on but it was useless when a door wasn’t present. You spiraled down to the floor  and felt your head reel.Your eyes looked toward the wall and as they did, a speck of blue stood strikingly against the endless white.

The specked morphed into a tiny swallow. it chirped and cried but never gave you a look. The sounds formed notable words and lyrics from sad songs you hadn’t heard before. It felt like someone was right there singing it into your ears.

You awoke with a start. There, in the cell before you, was a woman with her back  turned. She was humming and singing the songs in your dream. Her voice would dip between loud and barely audible.

You lifted yourself up slowly, hoping that she wouldn’t stop because of the creaking the bench made. She didn’t even falter. “um..hello?” you ask quietly, your voice bouncing off the cement walls. She stopped only a moment before she continued on with her vocals.

“Are you..the jailbird?” that got her attention. She fell silent and you could swear you could hear her neck creak as she turned her gaze toward you. You jump in your seat a bit and freeze in fright. Her eyes were dilated to the point that no irises were visible.

Your breathing faltered and you were instantly locked into a staring contest with the gal who was clearly hopped on drugs. She blew air out of her nose irritably and turned her back once more. Her lyrics turned from sorrow to nonsense. No string of words matched with one another. You had to look away but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. What in gods name happened to her?

1. Favorite color(s) and why?

Blue, turquoise, dark red, and forest green. I love these colors because they are elegant and if put together just right can leave me gazing at them for hours C: 

2. Favorite food and why?

Steak and mashed potatoes because when I eat it, I eat it together. xD I get a mouth full of potatoes then stuff in a piece of steak then repeat. Its orgasmic. <3

3. If you could claim any piece of art, literature or artwork, what would you claim?

God..any number of my favorite artists xD lol too many to list!

4. If you made a band based on your favorite fandom, what would it be?

I’ll make up a couple cuz I belong to a lot of fandoms xD 

Surely Locked (BBC Sherlock)

B.A.M.F [Brock, Ash, Misty Forever] (Pokemon, duh) 

Ironic 8 (Homestuck)

Kicking Barrels (PewdiePie) 

5. Least favorite fandom and why?

My Little Pony…..ugh. They have invaded every kind of fandom and it irks me. I don’t see the fascination. I really don’t. ._.

6. Quick! Grab what’s to your right! What is it? Make a fandom based off that item.

Its my phone! xD umm….Phone Bums!

7. Favorite song?

Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes and Adam Levine C: I adore the lyrics.

8. How do you vent all your feels?

I usually draw or type them up. I’ll either get rid of them or keep them. People say keeping them is bad but to be honest is makes me look back on it and realize that i’m fine, I’ve made it, and that I was sort of ridiculous saying such things. 

9. Favorite summertime activity?

only one? pah! I would say getting sno cones, but that includes going to the fair in town, doing silly stuff with friends, water balloon fights, swimming and having the freedom to wear all the tank tops I own lol

10. Favorite movie you’ve EVER seen?

oh god…pinning me to one!? umm…I’d have to say Chicago. Which is tough to say, because Nightmare Before Christmas is a close tie. 

33. What is your dream vacation?

Japan! dear god, I’ve wanted to travel to Japan since I was little. Though I’d also love to go to Europe too. 

I work in a thriftshop 

How I begin my work

After a few hours 

Something interesting happens

Seeing tons of clothes on the floor and having to pick it up before you can close shop

Seriously…no one can put the clothes back on the hangers anymore. They take them off and either drop them or put them on top of the racks.  

Anyways…its not bad. But…I’m really freaking tired every night lol