If you are wondering, no I did not steal this from etak, I am etak. And it's slowish at the start, but escalates fast. COMMENTS ON FEEDBACK. Prologue Iris dangled her legs over the edge of the tall grey building and looked out to the north, where the fireworks had just started. It used to be a tradition in her small family that on the thirty-first of December every year the three of them would go sit on the roof of block 342 and look to the North, where the wealthy elite of the country put on a firework display to welcome in the new year. But Celery would never come up here again, and she didn't know or care where her father was tonight. Iris looked down at the hordes of night-time wanderers below. Once or twice she thought she recognised someone; the man with one eye, the woman with ten kids, but then again everyone had that same bedraggled tired look, and she couldn't be sure. In fact, Iris had only ever known one person that ever cared about her image, and that was Celery. Perhaps it was the fact that she, unlike everyone else in this hellhole, was raised amongst the privileged, who could afford such luxuries like make up and fancy creams. There were so many memories of her recently deceased grandmother Celeste, or Celery as she was more fondly known,that would gradually come back to haunt Iris, but right now she could feel nothing but gratitude for the darkness. That way no one could have seen the solitary tear that rolled down her porcelain face and fell eleven stories down to the grey pavements. It had been years since Iris Beaufort had cried, and it was a good thing too, for if you looked closely at the tear that fell now you might have noticed the lilac tinge to it that could only have come from her lilac eyes that now reflected the last of the fireworks in the moonless night. The eyes that would eventually cause the otherwise average teen enough trouble to last one hundred lifetimes.