Author's Note: This story is based off of a role play, one of the few to ever end here on Whyville. The creator of the role play is Misha201. The people who participated (and stayed with it) are as follows: Myself (Kayla), Misha201 (Renga and Misha), xSugarr33 (Alex and Alexis), Kikibug (Svetlana and Puck) and Anndu (Roza). Props go to all of them, as I will be using some dialogue word for word.
The story of the Outcast Society is one of adventure, mystery, romance, betrayal, action and one that questions morality at its heart; good or bad, wrong or right? It all began when OCS recruited its newest member - Kayla.
It was yet another day for the outcasts, nothing out of the ordinary took place - well, nothing that they considered abnormal. The sun had climbed a good way up the sky, trying its best to light up the dim afternoon. However, the clouds refused and so the few rays that escaped only created shadows.
The newest member sat in one of these shadows, her face showing confusion and nervousness. She had woken up a couple hours before, her mind muddled and empty. No matter how deep she looked into herself, all she could find was her name, Kayla, her age, sixteen, and where she was, a group for outcasts. Was she an outcast?
While Kayla sat on a lone crate, racking her brain for some bit of memory, Renga was instructing Misha - his second in command - to retrieve medical supplies. It was the dreaded flu season, and the OCS warehouse was hit, hard.
Misha left in search of a med to aid her in getting the correct medicines, and Renga approached Alex and Alexis, the best assassins in Outcast Society history. "Got a job, interested?" Renga asked them casually.
"I'm listening." Alexis replied, with a blank stare. Renga went on to explain that the police were getting a little suspicious of them, and he needed a stunt to pull the spotlight off of OCS. "And what exactly should I do? I like exact details." Alexis said, as Renga started to walk away.
"Hm . . ." He said, thoughtfully tapping his chin. "Why don't you take out someone . . . someone of importance? You don't have to kill, just start something that will draw the police." Alex and Alexis agreed, running into Svetlana and Puck on their way out of the warehouse.
The OCS leader noticed an unfamiliar face sitting in a corner that was crowded with shadows. "Hello, haven't met you yet." He greeted. "I'm Renga, the leader. Welcome to the Outcast Society, I'm sure you'll find it much better than your old life."
Kayla looked up at him, surprised to have found out there was a leader. Was there some sort of chain of command she was expected to follow? "Leader?" She questioned.
"The very same." He replied, giving her a mock bow. "Though, it's more of a democracy than a dictatorship. Just take what you need and help others." He then left the new member to her own devices, as he headed to his room that doubled as his office.
Walking down the winding hallways, his mind deep in thought, Renga tripped. He brushed himself off, and realized he'd fallen over an unconscious person. He sighed and lifted her in his arms and then placed her onto his cot, going in search of a med.
Kayla, having left her crate, was meandering through the halls. She passed by a room, and peered inside, the door being slightly ajar. Inside, she saw a girl lying on the cot, her face drenched in sweat. Kayla rushed to her side, and felt her forehead, grimacing at how hot it was.
Coming back from the pharmacy, Misha handed the stolen goods to the meds, bumping into Alexis, who seemed to be getting a shot. No one wanted to get sick, especially her. Renga passed by the two, but couldn't find any meds that were free. Taking some pain killers from a shelf, he went back to his room, stopping behind Kayla. "How'd you get in here?"
Kayla jumped, spinning around to see who had spoken. "It's Renga." She muttered, moving out of the way as a med came in, ordering them from the room. As the two left, the med handed Renga a shot, telling him he wasn't allowed to get sick. Just as they left the room, a blood curdling scream pierced the silence.
