On the Other Side: Chapter 1

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1. Coming out of the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia, different views of federalism were carried: (1) Alexander Hamilton believed that the national government was the superior and leading force in political affairs, since the people created it and its laws were the “supreme law of the land;” (2) Thomas Jefferson believed that “the people” were the ultimate sovereigns, and since the states was a result of agreement among the states, the states were supreme over the national gov’t.

She was forced to watch it- guilty never felt so horrible. Each time a bruise or a deep, bloody scar appeared on her friend’s body, Soon-Young shrieked in horror and begged for mercy. Salty tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes were bright red but she didn’t care. It was unbearable to watch a group of monstrous, heartless soldiers torturing her friend in all sorts of way. And they seemed to enjoy it.

Smooth, thin, and cold, the sharp object lying in her hands trembled due to her petite quivering fingers. The unforgiving sharp blade effortlessly sliced through her skin, pain and then numbness overshadowed her thoughts. With the world weighing down on her shoulders and with the sense of oppression, the girl carved into her arm without a feeling of regret. Daring, she placed the knife parallel to her veins located under her thin pasty skin. Finally, with resolution, digging the knife into her small arm, the young tortured girl could feel the deadly weapon tearing and mutilating her long tender veins. Gasping for breath, the pain surged throughout her body. However, with agony coursing through her body, the victim would not stop her leisurely stroll to the grave.

Rowena flew her hand around her mother’s neck, covering her mouth with her hand, yanking her back into the shadows. Before her mother could even scream, she sank the tip of the blade into her chest excruciatingly slow. Rowena twisted the blade in her hands, sinking it deeper and deeper. As the rotated the knife sharply, the sound of her mother’s nerves and muscle being torn apart grew louder. The sound of her muffled screams filled Rowena with a pleasure she had never felt before. Her cry was a mesmerizing sound, soft whimpers mixed with agonizing choking, blood spilling out of her mouth and onto Rowena’s hand like a fountain. She sank to her knees, convulsing and trembling like a rabid animal. Scarlet liquid

She felt the warm, sticky coalescence of blood on the back of her skull, still running in a thin trickle down the back of her neck, trailing down her spine and creating dark stripes on her skin.She was naked, her defenses and any protections stripped away, meant to deprive her of her dignity and pride.

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She jerked awake, alert, frightful, pale blue eyes darting around as if she expected to see the faces of soldiers closing in on her once more. The wagon she occupied was blissfully empty, however; for what it was worth. She eased only slightly, her sleeping mind and its dark memories receding as recollection resurfaced and she remembered where she was. Like a frightened, feral animal she was curled into the farthest corner of the enclosure, her knees tucked up against her chest and encircled by her arms, while her wrists were securely shackled by a distinctive blue alloy. Her legs and arms were littered with abrasions, her bare feet and ankles still stained with the blood of her sisters, evidence of the massacre that had occurred only a day or so prior. The linen shift she wore had once been a pristine nightgown, but was now dirty and ripped in several places, the collar torn so much it exposed the naked skin of her right shoulder and draped almost low enough to sacrifice what remained of her

Two months later, she stood inside a small shack with a frown on her angelic face. The dress she wore was two sizes to small. It clung to her curvy toned frame like a glove, and caused her large breasts to nearly spill out over the top. Letting an angry sigh escape her pale pink lips, she placed her leg on the edge of the wooden chair causing her pale leg to appear. Slipping a small sharp dagger into her boot, she reached for her cloak, tossed it over her shoulders, and then stepped out into the world beyond.

Brown curtains of straight locks flowed down past warm colors of red and yellow on a silk robe. A pair of leathery hands grasped the tip of her chin. She peered through the fabric clasped around her eyes. Her heart beated in her chest, a scream emerged past her lips as a hand concealed her mouth. She witnessed her parents burn. Skin that were smooth and flawless was now seared to the bones. Hot, salty tears flooded her cheeks and dripped past her jaw. She opened her mouth to say something.

Tendrils of searing, agonising pain surged across the young woman's flesh, pervading into the layers of her skin as a curved, serrated-edged blade glided smoothly across the sensitive skin of her stomach. Hooks, scorching hot, were embedded deep into the ashen flesh of her shoulders. She sunk her teeth into the plump flesh of her bottom lip, sobs piling up at the hollow of her throat and threatening to spill as the twenty-one year old woman thrashed against the many hands holding her down. Her arms were numb, splayed away from her body at a perpendicular angle. Long, delicate and pale fingers –calloused by hard work and long hours– were attached to bony wrists, bound by thick, wrought-iron chains, barbed with sharp needles, blood oozing from

I ran until liquid metal began to flow through my body, calcifying my muscles, making every single step more painful than the one before. All around me were taunting shadows of ebony, save for the slim cracks between the leaves, where little moonlight seeped through. Wrestling a tangle of lifeless branches, my foot skidded across a slippery patch of damp leaves, throwing my helpless body a metre into the air. As my tumbling sequence down the hill ended, a fallen branch slashed my leg as my body halted beside a thundering river. Gulping down a mouthful of numbing cold air, I mustered up the courage to peek at my throbbing leg. The sickening dry and sweet metallic scent of blood reached my nose as I looked down at my exposed flesh, raw and pouring buckets of gooey red fluid from the fresh

She had been pushing through the throes of warring people, desperate to reach that concrete castle on the hill. The smell of blood had boiled in her nose, hot and steamy in the cold night, dark

Her eyes lit up with lust for blood, “You see Clement I can sense it. Rushing through you, a fountain of youth, inches away, the only separation? A pitiful layer of thin skin.” She flicked his neck and turned. “I won’t forget about you. Surly that anger in you has boiled your blood. I do love when the liquid moves…”

Oliver screamed as the searing pain spread from his neck. His blood vessels were on fire. As he exhausted himself fighting against the anguish he tried to push against the face buried in the fire of his neck. That pretty face. Her beautiful raven hair and porcelain white skin, now stained with red smears. She had been his friend at school for the last year and they had got quite close. Now she was gnawing on his sinewy neck like it was a melting ice cream. Blood was splashing all around him as he felt a cold surge come as the fire subsided. His body felt heavy and his mind clouded over as he slipped into what he thought was deaths very welcome embrace.