AN: This is pretty much a redo of Soul Eater, I guess you could call it a redo. There are all new characters and weapon types that I haven't yet seen in any other fan fictions. This first chapter is an intro of the main character and is kinda short. Hopefully the chapters will get longer.
1. About Me
My name is Jezzimare Blaide. I'm a little short and a bit underweight, but as far as I know, I've always been that way. I have jet black hair with blood red ends. I'm almost always wearing my jacket and listening to music. I am almost never around other people. They tend to think I'm angry or suicidal when they see me. Every new foster home or orphanage I'm sent to is the same. Little kids are scared of me while the older kids are wary. The reason I move around so much is because no one wants to adopt me. Some people have tried, but it never lasts because of the nightmares. It's always the same memory of my past haunting me. It's a memory of the night my parents died.
I was four years old when it happened. My father, mother, and I were watching the Wizard of Oz on family movie night. It was almost over when we heard a horrible screech outside. My parents looked at the door for a second before jumping into action. My mom placed me in the tiny closet underneath the stairs before closing the door. All I heard through it for a few minutes were crashes, yells, and the screams of something inhuman. I remember it going deathly quiet before cracking the door and taking a peek. I was blinded by a flash of purple hued light and when I could see again, I saw my parents standing next to a grayish mass of something on the floor. They turned to look at me with weary smiles.
When they turned away from it, the thing moved. I pointed to it in horror, trying to warn them. My mother, thinking I was wondering what it was said, " that's a Kishin, Jezz" My father explained further " it's a very bad monster, my little angel" I was still pointing at it while they spoke, My dad had barely finished speaking when the monster's spiked tail tore through him and my mom.
After that all I remember is police sirens and cops rushing in. Throughout the whole investigation, someone was screaming and crying their heart out.
That someone was me. . .
AN: If you can figure out what the weird light was, then I applaud your brilliance. It's kinda sad, but it explains the way she is for later in the story. Hope you want to read more.
Jezzimare