The Streets of Rippleton City was a dangerous place to be , day or night it didn't matter. Actually in the worlds current state anywhere was as dangerous as the last. Rippleton City was England's Capital city. It used to be a city of such pride, clean, neat until it happened and turned the world and the peoples lives upside down. Things that followed after it was death, famine, robbery, police didn't even exist anymore, they became corrupted, justice was no more. Being in danger and fighting for your life became as regular as breathing. Danger lurked from all corners on the streets and if you had to arrest somebody who was committing a crime, you would have to arrest everybody. Crime was common and these days: it was the only way to survive.
It caused devastation, there was nothing that could have stopped it except for something. What that something was? Nobody knew.
What was it though?
It was a prophecy.
The prophecy was nothing, but the words themselves was dangerous. It weaved a web of horror for things to come. Who created the Prophecy? Nobody knows.
The Prophecy which was discovered in 1950, nobody thought nothing about it, it was harmless. Found in a box with a pattern of flowers on it. People were wrong. It was more deadly than a knife, quicker than a bullet and spread faster than poison.
It fell to the back of everyone's mind but true to its words, it began, the words became true and there was nothing to stop it. Who could battle something that wasn't alive? Tearing is to shreds wouldn't mean anything, the pieces still would remain. Burning it turned it into ashes wouldn't change a thing. The words have already been created and existed to reap hell upon all.
What was those words though that released unimagined horror upon it's inspecting prey?
The words exactly were 'Once time hits 2050, the world will seep into chaos, for those who have wronged me in the past; innocent or not, you shall suffer. Only she who has my blood ruining through her veins shall save you. Whether she wants to or not. Her name will be-
Who wrote it? Nobody knows. No clue, no give away. Nothing. The other half? Torn. Hidden some where. If the words weren't cruel enough, somebody had to take the key to the puzzle.
People searched high and low. All over the world. Even dived into the depths of the ocean, but nothing could be found. Thus, they watched the world crumble.
As soon as it hit midnight on January the First of the year 2050, the world began to change. People changed became more violent, had a thirst to see blood and destruction. The plants began to whither and die. Happiness became a rare emotion within an hour.
It just got worst.
By February, you couldn't walk down a street without a mother, probably had her home destroyed by thugs holding a baby in her arms and sobbing quietly to herself or even a father, they felt alone, when really, It had become an epidemic.. By March if you walked down a street, you would see dead body lying there, rotting, part dead bodies if the rats had got to them. It was horrifying, but you stopped feeling sick after the first 100. By April, windows were smashed, people had left to find a better place but they would only find it the same wherever they went, It was like a bug, it had spread across the world. America to Africa, It didn't matter.
May time had rolled up, and Melissa Hasty pulled her stained coffee coloured coat closer to her. The sun was pelting down on her back, but Melissa still felt cold, plus if she left her coat anywhere it would get stolen either that or sold for drugs. Melissa was a 20 something woman, she had scraggy shoulder length brown hair which was a deep chestnut colour. Her hazel eyes, with a yellow rim around them was dead and dull. Had been since the witnessed death of her mother. Only a month before, the image of her mother lying there battered and dead was a frequent image that popped up every time she closed her eyes.
In Melissa pocket, she held the answer everybody wanted. It was sealed in an envelope.
She hoped the world would get better, but it didn't come for free. Melissa held the missing part of prophecy, the ripped part she dared not to read it all, she only read the first line; that's when she realized the significant a crumpled tattered piece of paper held. The words were jumbled, she didn't understand them, they only became English with it's other half. She was to frightened to do so. Melissa was kind but she did dote on the quote that her mother told her many times, that it was 'every woman for herself now'. Her mother was a headstrong woman, who took no crap from no one. Melissa had always admired her. A tear trailed down Melissa's pale cheek. She missed hearing her voice so much.
Melissa had discovered this valuable piece of paper lying a box of things her grandparents had owned, she had inherited it when her mother died. Her grand dad, was explorer, he searched for many things and found many things. He probably didn't know anything about finding the missing part of the prophecy. Just a piece of paper. Her grandfather said he kept it 'Because he liked it' according to Melissa's mother when she asked about it. He'd found it in the desert buried deep within the fine sand.
This piece was not cheap, Melissa was getting 100 000 pounds if it was genuine part. That's why Melissa was heading to Rippleton's house of commons . Melissa was helping the world, but at the same time, helping herself. IThe money wasn't much but money had become sacred. Melissa needed money. She wanted to get far away; she didn't know that everywhere was more hellish than the last.
It didn't take long for Melissa to get there. Only about 10 minutes. Melissa stood next to the intercom and whispered "Melissa" hoping, they would let her in without questions asked. She preferred it that way. The buzz went and the cold black gates opened to let her in. Melissa took a deep breath before going past the gates which promptly slammed behind her. Melissa shuddered.
Rippleton's house of commons was a big place before it happened. It used to hold the most fancy bashes, to go in there was some peoples life long dreams. It was the place where all the most important meetings were held but now it was pretty dead. A ghost town was probably more lively. It had light brown stones with made up the building, and two big pillars and the entrance was a two big doors with fancy lion head door knobs. The whole place was surrounded by big black gates and CCTV cameras, dotted here and there. The stone was dirty and faded. Weeds was a common site on the grass, they made a little crunch under Melissa's foot.
Melissa knocked on the door, it opened itself and revealed an empty hallway. All Melissa could see was some stairs and a lift. Melissa dragged herself up the stairs, she didn't wanted to take the lift, she needed time to think about what she would say. Stairs provided her with more time. Melissa knew where she was going.
Once she got to the door, Melissa didn't want to touch it, what was she doing here? The whole situation seemed foreign. Melissa just stood there staring at it, she never thought she would be here, not in a million years, but she also never thought about the world being in the state it was. Things never turned out the way you thought they would.
Melissa could hear a fight happening inside the Mayors office. She waited, she didn't want to listen but couldn't help it.
"I'm sick of it!!" the Mayors powerful voice boomed out from behind the door, "I cant do anything to help! I mean what's the point of being Mayor, if the people don't listen!"
Just then Melissa heard something, a vase smash against something, probably a wall. Melissa's body tensed up. What if it wasnt a genuine piece like she believed? Would she be like the vase?
"Well downstairs has just told me that Melissa has arrived." A raspy female voice announced.
Then Melissa could hear somebody ruffling through some draws.
"Here's the first part" The Mayor said sighing "If she hasn't got the real part, I don't know what Ill do." He admitted chewing on his bottle lip.
"How will you know if its the real part??" The woman asked, curious.
"In a legend, it says the part will connect together. Like a puzzle. The words on the second part will unscramble. It will also reveal where she is." The mayor let out a big sigh.
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence where all but scraping off glass could be heard.
Melissa took this as a chance to enter, she tucked her hair behind her ears and squeaked a "Hello" when she opened the door.
Mayor Shearer, was a plump man in his 50s, he had a mop of curly hair on the top of his head but was bald on each of the sides of his head. He had deep brown eyes, and a face which always looked stern, well it used to. It now was masked with worry and frustration. He had no time to put on the faade of being stern. He must have lost of few pounds, his wrinkles had deepened, he needed a shave, a shadow of his former self. He never left his office; if it was dangerous for everyone else, it was more dangerous for him. Mayor Shearer was on the front line of being blamed, everyone thought it was his fault for not finding a cure. Where as the truth was, he was also a victim.
He was a man of power, well used to be. "Ill leave you alone," the woman said, as she flicked her blond hair over her shoulder before she quickly left the room. Melissa watched her before turning her attention to a Mayor only to find his eyes upon her.
"Where is it??" The mayor asked impatiently while he was staring at Melissa.
Melissa tugged it out if her pocket, the mayor snatched it and didn't say sorry. He had no time for manners. The chaos hadn't waited for no one.
He just stared at it for a while, the other part was clutched in his other hand. He opened it ever so slowly because he didn't want to rip it. He placed the piece together and waited.
Nothing happened for a moment, Melissa silently prayed inside her head hoping something would happen.
As if the angels had blessed the moment just then, the pieces began to fuse together. Slowly, the words became English.
'Morgan Rivers. She'll be Rippleton when these pieces are fused. She'll have powers beyond her or anybody else's understanding. Whether she chooses to keep you in hell remains to seen'.
Then something unexpected to stared to happen, a picture appeared of a young girl. Morgan was in Rippleton. Melissa silently thanked to whoever helped her. It was Melissa's lucky day.
"This is the girl!" The mayor cried out "THIS IS THE GIRL!!" He engulfed Melissa in an uncomfortable hug which he didn't seem to notice that Melissa felt uncomfortable.
Morgan; the person who would save them all. The key. The pebble in the water.
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