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[CrimsonMoon]

-10 Years Ago-

In that night, in that tiny town in the most remote part of coastal Oregon, in that rotting slaughterhouse, among those hanging chains, hidden from light and warmth, was a little girl. Flashing blue and red lights lit up the dark, she saw Papa.

Only the lightning that shattered black sky outside illuminated that stall where the Liar hung, the man who said he was he real Papa, but then... REAL Papa had shown her that. Cuz this man felt pain when Papa had cut his stomach. Thats what Papa had said.

Only monsters feel pain.

-TIME . SKIP-

" You heard about this new kid?" The whispers asked

" The girl who was raised by a psycho and lived in a slaughterhouse? Yeah! She's scary..." The whispers chuckles

" She always looks like SHES ready to kill someone!" The whispers cried.

They always whispered. This neighborhood whispered, this town whispered, this city whispered. Papa had told her silence was when there was nothing to fear, when you could sit down, sigh, and smile. But the world never stopped talking. And she never stopped fearing and hating.

As the school was let out, a single girl stood out. She had long tawny hair, dark tan skin with darker scars all across it, she had weird multicolored eyes but weirdest of all... The left side of her face from her eye down her neck and into her shirt was a huge dark red splotched her skin, making it seem like she was permaneantly splattered with blood. She wore ripped and ragged jeans, dirty and scuffed tennis shoes and a large hoodie that was pulled up over her face. The crowd of students went around her like water and rocks, but she didnt care. She kept walking. And Papa's voice kept telling her to wait... But hate..

[deepwallow]

She wasn't the only strange one at school. But this one less noticeable, and more common. It was the stereotypical underdog. The short kid everyone bullied and everyone ignored. He was shorter than most boys and thin two, almost with a feminine like physique. He had short messy blonde hair and typical nerd glasses. He was dressed in a thick baggy hoodie and kaki pants, holding his books tightly and keeping his head down. It wasn't good to draw attention to yourself.

But none the less, he did, as one of the bully groups saw him and laughed, shoving him roughly as they walked past him.

Right into the strange girl.

"S-sorry!" He said softly once he regained his footing and sighed, bending down to gather his things. Again.

[CrimsonMoon]

She didnt even stumble when he slammed into her, didnt even step back, just froze like a brick wall. She slowly looked down at him, her gaze blank, like staring at a mask. There were some gasps, cringes, no one stepped foreward to the 'blood spattered' girl because her skin showed. She stares down at him.

Papa..? What do i do with it? He hand wrapped around the cold pocket knife in her hoodie pocket

[deepwallow]

The boy gathers up his things finally, fixing his glasses as well before he glances at her. "Sorry." He said again before walking off once more as if nothing had happened. If he made Ben more of a scene it would draw to much attention. However, there was something different about him. When he looked at her, there was no fear or judgement. Just an apologetic look before he took off once more

[CrimsonMoon]

She frowns and drops her hand, walking the same way he did. She lived the same apartment complex as he did, or so it was assumed. After a few blocks of walking, someone called out after her," 'ey bitch!!" She froze again, not looking toward the group of five boys

[deepwallow]

The boy was walking too before he hear the yell and flinched. However, when he saw it wasn't aimed at him, he glanced back. He was surprised to see the girl following him, but he was a good distance ahead of her. His eyes then went to the group of five guys and worry came over his features along with fear

[CrimsonMoon]

The young men threw a few more words that were drowned out by a passing tax, the girl doesnt respond but her hand slides into her pocket as one of the boys stood , a west sider perhaps...

(You have a gang member? XP)

[deepwallow]

I can't remember actually XD))

The boy gulps and looks behind him again toward their apartment. It wasn't that far away, and he would be able to see from the outside ramps that led to the rooms. But should he stay or should he go to get help?

[CrimsonMoon]

One of the young men laughs and reaches out to her, grabbing her shoulder, but still she didnt move but frowns and blinks slowly... They were becoming a bit too touchy feely... But she didnt react.

(Make one!! Itd be more fun with a gan member! XDDD)

[deepwallow]

Eh...... Alright, but later XP))

Finally the boy decided to run to the apartment to get help from there, rushing up the ramps to his room. There was something that could help, but he had to find it...

[CrimsonMoon]

As he opened the door, there was a yell from Someone from another apartment complex," DONTCHU DARE TOUCH THAT GIRL!!" And yelling back and forth.. Though there was no voice from the girl...

[deepwallow]

Suddenly there was a whistling noise and a hole appeared in the ground by one of the boy's foot, making him yip in surprise and fear. "Boss! Someone's shooting at us!" He yelped, stepping away from the bullet hole. The gun, where ever it was, must've had a silencer since no noise indicated where it came from

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl blinks but doesnt move, slowly turning to look at when the hot came from, in her hand, the pocket knife clicked out and hung loosely in her hand. Those pops... They had killed Papa... Made holes like that...

[deepwallow]

Another shot came, but yet again it was too hard to tell from where, though it was from her apartment somewhere. The one boy in the group loses his cool and flees, scared out of his wits

[CrimsonMoon]

She blinks up, looking for where she was,"... Mama..?" She breathes, blinkig away rain drops thay had begun to fall. It was as if se couldnt feel anything... Even her red skin seemed... Unearthly... Bad

[deepwallow]

Eventually the others uneasily leave as a few adults come out to yell them off the premises. The gunshots had ceased and whoever had been shooting was gone again. But who?

[CrimsonMoon]

She frownz and the knife disappears back into her sleeve , not even seeming to notice an old man yelling at her as she walked again,".. Mama.." She mumbles, frowning

[deepwallow]

The boy reappeared looking out over the ramp and into the street, seeing the girl safe. He let out a relieved sigh before hurrying back under the ramp roof, shaking off the rain. It would most likely be a downpour

[CrimsonMoon]

She blinks at him and frowns but hurries into te building, sliding off her hoodie to reveal the tank top she wore. She obviously didnt give a damn what people thought of her skin because thes shirt revealed the way it covered one whole arm, most of her left shoulder and went further... She squeezes her hoodie off onto the floor

[deepwallow]

Hmmmmm.... Any ideas how they'd meet again?))