Flux and Flow

[Mc Samm]

It's been that way since my dad was a boy
That's what our fathers said. That this difference between human and barely human was purely physical. Throughout history dating back to the previous ages beautiful people got everything they ever wanted and needed. The average person was simply nothing in comparison. At first these differences meant very little other then on the physical appearance but now beauty reflected many things. Intelligence, grace, poise, etiquette, and even romance. There were rules in this world about who did what, with whom, how, and when.

Some Rules of the society
1. An ugly must always do what a pretty person said. If they disobey any action could be taken including physical punishment and prison time.
2. Pretty people may not go outdoors during high day time as it would ruin their complexion.
3. uglies must not enter the pretty world unless accompanied by a pretty as a servant or assistant
4. An Ugly is always owned by someone
5. Special cases were to be dealt with on an individual purpose (An ugly child from two pretty parents or two ugly parents making a pretty)
6. An Ugly must not be educated
7. No one can leave the main city limits
8. Pretties can not serve in the military
9. Pretties can not drive
10. Certain sports and events are class restricted I.E Racing, dances, parties, sports
11. Certain jobs are only allowed to be filled by pretty people
12. There will always be welfare for a fallen pretty person
13. An Ugly and a Pretty must never meet eye to eye.


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"Happy birthday Son" Camera's flashed as Jace held up his brand new gold watch for the family photographer. His family took two seats on either side of him and his fiance Lara sat beside his mother. Lara slid her gift along the table with a fragile hand.
"Mine next" she announced. She was wearing a tight lavender dress with pearl earrings that brought out the white in her teeth. Jace opened the small thin package. It was a coupon from a person agency.
"You got me an ugly?" Jace said with a smirk. "Lara I have several"
"Yes but none from me," Lara smirked and rose from her seat to kiss Jace's cheek.
"Thank you," Jace's eyes were blank. "I'm sorry I'm not feeling well..." Jace rose from his seat and took one last sip of his water from his crystal glass.
"Oh son please stay it's your birthday party for Christ sake. You haven't even made your rounds to the chums from work. Please Stay Jace." His father motioned to the men several tables away who were whining and dinning.
"Let me at least take an upper then father," Jace spoke while heading for the stair case.

Jac'es house was far too grand for any normal person's needs. It was large and white with two grand staircases and over 17 rooms for boarding and offices. Jace headed to the grand bathroom which contained several crystal cabinets full of medicine and perfumes. Jace took out a small container and emptied some of the contents on to the brown marble sink. He piled the white powder into a slender line using his pinky finger nail and snorted two lines of white powder. Jace then glared in the mirror. His black pupils swimming over the sea of blue in his eyes. He took several big breaths and straightened up his tie.

I can do this.

[Burties]

Struggling against the rope that bound her wrists tightly behind her back, Sawyer flicked her head slightly to clear her vision of a strand of stray auburn hair. She was sweating, heated from recent capture. Sawyer's eyes beamed, negating a burning glow; reflecting a past filled with immeasurable knowledge.
What it was like.. the money, the attention.
She mused behind long eyelashes.
Nothing measures up to what I know now.
Memories of the previous night forced entry upon her racing mind. Her cheeks flushed.
Running, jumping, making every attempt to become a ghost -- only to be broken and roped like a cattle waiting for slaughter.
Sawyer reasoned with herself, brutal and just.
You are nothing but a slave and an ugly. Something to be bought and sold. [\i]
She had broken every Blessed law. Educated, trained, licensed.
What sort of retribution would becoming someone's pet serve?

[Mc Samm]

Jace made his way down the stair case where an ulgy older man waited at the door to greet guests. An older women and her husband were on their way home.
"You're leaving Mr. and Mrs. Duvall?" Jace said while reaching for Mr.Duvall's hand.
"Long day in the morning boy, Thank you for the lovely evening." Mrs Duvall chuckled and wrapped her red fur coat tight around her neck. It wasn't necessarily cold out but colored fur was very in this year.

Jace entered the main ballroom where everyone was standing socializing. A few women still sat in their seats but mainly everyone was socializing as dessert was over.
"Ah there's the man of the hour!" Father gave Jace a good hard pat on the back. and dragged him over to meet some of the men from the executive branches.
"This is Mr.Karl of Pharmaceutics, and this is Mr. Lial from marketing." The men all outstretched their hands to shake Jace's hand.
"A pleasure." Jace took them half heartdly.

The evening resumed in such a manner of Jace being introduced and shown like a prize dog to be examined. The uppers were able to keep Jace smiling and faking interest though the night was coming to a close and Lara began to eagerly tug on Jace's hand. At one point she cleverly whisked him away to head upstairs. She threw him into his bedroom which was phenomenally large and covered with dark blue and gold silks.
"I have to give you your real birthday present." Lara reached behind her to unzip her tight lavender dress. She exposed her beautiful tanned body. it was perfectly sculpted with no imperfections at all.
"Lara please put your clothes on." Jace said with a half laugh.
"But, I thought."
"Don't stutter my dear, it's very unappealing." Jace picked up Lara;s dress from the floor and handed it to her. "I'm tired, the servant will see you home safely."

[Burties]

A stout muscular man entered the room that Sawyer was being kept in. She noted that the only light that entered the room was from the exterior world -- it glittered through the crack that the opened door created. As he drew closer, she noticed that his skin was tanned and flawless and that dark shaded sunglasses covered his eyes from her view.

Emotion always through the eyes. Eyes covered, focus on body language and posture.

She knew instantly that the glasses branded him as being Blessed. Beautiful. It must've been close to peak sunlight hours, and the man was trying his best to preserve his perfect retinas.
"Get up." He positioned himself in front of her. Even with his short stature, he towered over her as she straightened her back while pushing her body weight to her knees in an effort to convert momentum into movement. She raised one dainty but toned leg in front of her and used it to step into a standing position. Sawyer began.
"If you think--" SMACK
Instantly a rough hand made contact with the side of her jaw line.
"If you open your mouth again, I will cut it off and feed it to another ugly while I watch. Do you know what the best part is? You can't do a damned fucking thing about it."
The man cocked his head forward and spat on her bare feet.
"Keep your eyes down, filth. I'll be damned if you think you're at level to look at me."

Sawyer bit the side of her cheek hard, drawing little drops of blood that emphasized the already sick feeling that welled within the pit of her stomach. She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, slowly fingering the rope that bound her. Sawyer's eyes stayed focused on the ground.
"Fucking disgusting you are, covered in dirt and bleeding. No self respecting Blessed would offer a single rupee for you. Take off your clothes." He grinned and the corners of his mouth rose to expose perfect ivory teeth.
Sawyer kept her eyes level with the dirt on the ground. She couldn't possibly undress, after all she was tied.
Instead of willing herself to speak again, Sawyer simply turned her back to the man, praying that he wouldn't take it as a sign of disrespect and gut her from behind. She exposed the bound part of her wrists so that he could see in plain view that she was unable to comply.
"Smart ass," he seethed. He proceeded to put his hand beneath his shirt to grasp the chain he was wearing around his neck. On the end of the chain, a small folding knife dangled. He took the knife from around his neck and flicked it back, causing the slitting blade to stand erect. With an all too willing motion, he sliced the knife through the centre of the rope where her wrists met, making certain to catch her finger in withdrawal.
Sawyer winced, but managed to keep her facial features stern.
The man glanced at his silver watch, encrusted with diamonds in a sleek fashion.
"Time, time. Take your filthy rags off and stand facing the wall. I'll get the hose."

The stout man made his way back from where he came and closed the door behind him to ensure that Sawyer was left blinded.
She delicately touched her wrists; bruised and bloody. Slowly with compliance, Sawyer slid the straps of her loose tanktop off of her shoulders. When the baggy make-shift shirt fell to her knees, she touched her back over the shoulder where her hand once rested.
Scars, whipped on slash marks crawled from the base of her back to her shoulder blades.
The deep lashes climbed high like the branches of a tree, making the earthy symbol appear as if on purpose. Scabs that had formed along the tops of the scars formed a blossom-like appearance; as if the exile of the scars had been embodied by flower-like forms on the tips of the branch-like scars. A beautiful, ugly curse. Punishment.

[Mc Samm]

Jace changed into some white silk pajama's and sat beside his window. The sun was starting to rise and the party was still in swing it seemed. Jace could make out across the river the city of uglies. Though the two cities were connected it seemed like they were different countries. Tomorrow Jace would have to go to the boarder to pick up another useless servant. As if having more would make things easier. It seemed to Jace he had more then he needed to begin with. The family had ten and Jace personally had two. An old woman named Edna and a younger man who did most of the driving. Jace never gave him a name.

Edna said that once her name used to be apple, because she was about as smart as one. So she confessed to Jace that she rather liked her new name. She was Jace's first slave and for a while was Jace's most true friend. This of course didn't stop Jace from mocking her, teasing her, and calling her names. But Jace found an odd kindess in her so he thought he'd even teach her to read so that she could read to him and help him with his studies. He didn't do the same courtesy for his male servant.

Both Edna and nameless lived across the river and walked over to the mansion everyday for 6 o clock. They would ready Jace's clothes, breakfast, clean up his room, help him groom himself, and then drive him down to the private school a few blocks away. This was a routine that was wearing thin with Jace and he craved something more stimulating then parties and school.