CHAPTER TWO: CAPITAL CITY

MEANWHILE, IN THE FAR OFF LAND OF RAINBOWS, FLOOR SCRUBBER GINA WAS WASHING THE WINDOWS. A VERY NAUGHTY THING TO DO. SINCE SHE IS A FLOOR SCRUBBER. BUT THAT'S THE KIND OF PERSON GINA WAS.
A REBEL.
NO BODY KNEW MUCH ABOUT HER, OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT SHE PAINTED CEILINGS FOR LARGE GOVERNMENT OFFICES. SHE'S BEEN TO THE WHITE HOUSE, HITLERS BATHROOM AND EVEN A ROOM WHICH STALIN WAS PLAYING SNOOKER IN.
SHE WAS AN ENIGMA.
BUT ASIDE FROM THE FACT THAT SHE LIKED TO SCRUB FLOORS AND WASH PEOPLES CATS, SHE WAS A RELATIVELY NORMAL GIRL. QUIET. KEPT TO HERSELF. HAD A WOODEN LEG.

BUT TODAY WAS A SPECIAL DAY FOR GINA THE FLOOR SCRUBBING TREE-BORG. SHE JUST SO HAPPENED TO BE TRAVELING, AT A CONSTANT SPEED OF 6000000KM/H TO ANOTHER PLANET. LUCKY HER.
A NEW GOVERNMENT WAS SET UP ON THE FAR OFF PLANET OF FOVRENTIA.
AND IT WAS HER SOLE DUTY TO PAINT THEIR GARDEN. WHY A GARDEN? BECAUSE SHE IS A REBEL.

THE MAYOR LOOKED SOMEWHAT LIKE A PLATYPUS WHO WAS TAKEN A BEATING TO BY A BASEBALL BAT. (WHAT APPEARED TO BE) IT'S EYE WAS DROOPING OUT OF A SOCKET ON IT'S FOREHEAD. MAYOR SIR LORD MR SAINT REGINOLD LOOKED DOWN AT YOUNG GINA WITH SUSPICION.
"WHY ARE YOU PAINTING MY PRIZED GRAPE TREES?" CRIED THE FREAK.
GINA STARED AT HIM BLANKLY. DEEPLY. INTO HIS VERY SOUL. AND FROM THAT EXACT MOMENT. I KNEW. THAT SOMETHING TERRIBLE WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. AND I JUST HAD TO STOP THEM.

Chapter One: Assisted Suicide

I stumbled out of the small crater left behind from my entrance. “Very Terminator” I thought as the rain viciously pelted the ground below me. I could see steam rise up from my feet. Unfortunately my body was too numb to notice how hot the tarmac was. As I smelt something burning I looked down and realized my feet were crisping.

Shit.

Leaping off the road with my charcoaled toes a car zoomed past, splashing me. Great! The pungent odor of flesh filled the streets. Appealing as that was to my nostrils, my feet quickly regenerated their natural feet-ness. So far every-thing's going according to plan.

Now then. Time to kill myself!

As luck would have it I happened to be right across the street from my old apartment condo. The complex glistened in the dark blue, night sky. A pale green moon lay behind it in the background. A little different from what I remembered. There was an old sports center next to the building with a shoddy fence in-between them. Back in the day I used to jump it all the time when I forgot my key card to get in. As I went to scale the rotting brown fence, one of the security guards from the sport center saw me! He yelled an awkward “Oiiwegah!?” which sent a lethal attack dog at me with full might. Just what I was hoping for.

I used the canine as leverage when it charged into the fence. It let off a low whimper mixed with a fart as it bumped it's head. I think I used to know this dog. The guard, dumbfounded by my amazing feat didn't bother to look for me on the other side. He wasn't paid to protect next door anyway.

Inside I had to trek a measly 24 story's worth of stairs.

No Problem.

The time was about 11PM right now. Knowing the Rivett family, everyone would be asleep. Well, everyone but me.

I waltzed in through the front door using my aged house key. It was good to be home. The large chandelier above the dining table looked like it was levitating in the light of the ominous green moon. It was all so peaceful. Except for that little buzzing noise I heard down the hall. As I got closer to my old room, the noise become sound, and that sound turned into music. Really, really loud music. God, was I really that obnoxious?

I quietly peered through my bedroom door, and saw myself. Fifteen. Skinny. Acne-ridden. On the computer, probably on some social networking site talking to a girl he knows he'll never have. The perfect package really. I didn't have to worry about making too much noise though. The music booming out of my speakers was actually making the entire room tremble. Not really feeling like a paradoxical conversation with myself, I swiftly snapped my own neck.

“Easy.”