The deathgirls move throughout the city, laughing with each other, safe in their shockjackets, pink skulls glittering on their chests. Their hair tends to be short and punky, and the general aura of their group is of fearlessness. This city is theirs, kidgirls or no. Some might say it's always been theirs.
If one tries anything with you, just ease on by. It's not that any one in particular is all that dangerous. It's that they move in packs, and they always back each other up. No deathgirl's ever totally alone, even if it looks that way at first.
Some of the older folks look at them wistfully. Not that they want to be like the deathgirls in particular - just that they wish they'd had friends like that, a pack like that.
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Blogathon 2008. 24 hours of spontaneous fiction for BARCC.
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