Amanda's Background Story
Amanda, or Mandy, Grace Stuarts was born and raised in the state of Massachusetts, namely on the very outskirts of it. Her mother and father had always kept her a distance away from any other kids when she was young and made sure she always wore her ruby choker wherever she went. They had their reasons for making her wear that ruby choker, mainly because they knew that she was different from the other kids. That she was capable of more than she, or even they, could ever imagine. The ruby choker was to prevent her from becoming distracted with far off thoughts, and only focus on the tightness around her neck, so that she couldn't cause any unintentional damage with using her...abilities.
Her mother and father made sure that she kept busy 24/7 and that she had a schedule for each and every day of every week. She was able to go to school, but the other kids tended to tease her because of her ruby choker. On the inside it hurt to be treated so differently, but otherwise Amanda didn't really mind the solitude once and a while. It allowed her to take a quick review of her life and how she was grateful for the things she had, though she wished some of those things to be differently. Yet, never did she once wish or dream of having the power to change all those things.
Yet, still her parents never planned, or did, tell her what she was actually capable of, which was a big mistake on their part.
Amanda continued to graduate from grade school and high school and was in college when the "accident," that pushed her to far over the edge, causing her to reveal her abilities to everyone occurred. It was the day of a big test that none of the kids, obviously, were looking forward to, either because they didn't study or they just plain hated tests. Amanda on the other hand was pumped for the test. She had stayed up almost all night absorbing all the information she could from her textbook, so that she could be ready for tomorrow. Having always been a straight A student, Amanda made sure to have all her notes ready for the next day and got there extra early just so she could study a little more. That day was slightly different from most days though. Her mother was sickly and her father had an important meeting to attend, so Amanda was left to walk to college on her own. By then she knew the route by hand and didn't have to think once about her turns and stops.
When she arrived at the front of the college everything seemed to be normal, no kids around yet, the front doors closed, and the dim lights flickering inside. Her college wasn't the most appealing or attractive, but it provided her with a decent education and was also the only college close enough for her parents to be comfortable with. Glancing once around the perimeter, Amanda looked back down to the book in her hand and went to sit on the front steps.
I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto, Amanda read, just about to get to the good part of one of her all time favorites, The Wizard Of OZ. The book was suddenly snatched out of her hands and disappeared behind her. Amanda looked up just in time to have the book come crashing down on her face. Wincing, she looked to her book which was now laid out on the pavement with a few splotches of dark red on its pages. What? Red splotches? Amanda gasped, reaching up to her face, particularly her nose, feeling a warm and sticky liquid slowly drip down from her nostrils.
Blood. Amanda hated blood. The sight of it, the smell of it, the awful metallic taste of it. Everything about it. But especially the sight of it. Just a drop of blood could set Amanda off into a craze, completely cut off from reality and just focused on the blood, wherever it was. The reaction was different every time, but it almost always consisted of her screaming and lashing out at anything around her.
Being a girl didn't really help the situation, with her monthly period and all. Her mother and father always would keep her in the house on Halloween, just to be safe and never let her do anything that could possibly lead to a bloody injury. Now, she was seeing it again. Her greatest fear right in front of her eyes, covering her hands, and her book as well.
Snapped back into reality by the sound of kids laughing, Amanda turned around only to be greeted by a water balloon smack in the face. It hit her with such a force, that she tumbled over where she was sitting from and onto the concrete sidewalk. The balloon itself wasn't what hurt the most about the impact, it was what was in the balloon that hurt. Water. Hot, boiling, scorching water. It burned like hell. She cried out in pain, tears now mixing in with the water and plastic on her face.
Through her blurry vision, she could almost clearly see more dark red liquid staining her knees and palms. This time instead of crying, she screamed bloody murder. It was a high pitched scream, full of terror and pain, but that didn't stop the assault of water balloons. Before she could even wipe her eyes using her bloodied hands, another water balloon hit her in the side of the head, popping open upon contact. The water seemed even hotter this time.
Why was this happening to her? She hadn't even seen her attackers, not that it mattered much to her. This was so new to her. In all her years of being bullied, never once had she experienced something like this. The boiling water, the blood, the laughter. It was all becoming too much for her, and yet even with her screams of pain and terror, no one appeared to assist her.
Screaming again and again, louder and louder, as each water balloon hit her, causing her to stumble back more and more upon each attempt of getting up, not one soul appeared to her watering eyes.
It had been almost five minutes of complete and utter torture, pain, and humiliation until everything stopped. The water balloons. The laughing. It all just stopped suddenly, until Amanda heard a few voices, teenagers most likely, talking to each other.
"Dammit! We're out of balloons! What are we gonna throw at the bitch now?" one voice said.
"I don't know! Gimme a second to think, dammit!" another voice replied.
"Kenzie, babe, what do you think we should do to her now?" the first voice, male, asked.
"Something awful! Something fucking awful! I wanna see the bitch in pain!" a female voice answered, pure hatred and rage in her voice.
There was silence for a moment, allowing Amanda to recuperate, partially, and wipe her eyes free of the excess water. With the water gone, but smeared blood in its place, Amanda could clearly see her attackers now. She knew those voices had sounded all to familiar.
In front of her, or a few feet from her, were her classmates, some of them. A few of the football and lacrosse jocks, the most popular bitch in school, Mackenzie Ulster, a few of her following bitches, and her rebel boyfriend, Alex Coopers. Alex didn't attend school, probably never did, but he had managed to win over Mackenzie's icy heart. Probably by forcing her into sex or something, Amanda never wanted to know. What she did want to know was why they were doing this to her. Sure, they had done stuff to her before, but it never actually involved physical, or a least distant physical, contact. It had only ever been brash insults, pranks, and harmless, but hurtful stuff like that. During those times the only feeling Amanda had felt was pain, internal pain of course. It hurt her to be so different from the others, not really but that's how they saw her. Now, all she was feeling was terror. She was scared out of her mind about what they were going to do to her next.
Coming closer to her bleeding and bruised body, Amanda managed to sit up shakily on her sore and scraped up palms. Seeing her wince merely caused them to burst into laughter and assault her with more insults. One of them threw her book at her, hitting her in the head again, the third time. And you know what they say, third times the charm, and boy were they right.
The moment the book hit her head, she snapped. Her mind just couldn't take it anymore. Not only her mind, her body, her soul, her very being couldn't handle this much torture and pain. Standing up on her feet, shaking and swaying she took in her surroundings. The laughing stopped, and their eyes were now fixed on her. Her blood-covered clothes stuck to her skin and her hair spun wildly in the wind. Her mind was no longer in her control, just insanity. This was what her parents worried about. They knew that if she was pushed to far she wouldn't be able to control her ever changing emotions and havoc would reign free. Now, all that was exactly happening and her classmates would be the first to witness it.
Amanda was absolutely enraged now. All these years she had put up with their bullshit pranks and jokes, now she'd had enough. End it, she was going to end it all. Right here, right now. Telekinectally she brought hell down upon her classmates. Screaming and laughing at the same time, Amanda used her powers she never knew she had. Bodies were thrown in every direction. Raising poles, Amanda impaled the three jocks, straight through the head, chuckling as their bodies collapsed, dead. Turning to Mackenzie's bitchy followers, she raised her hands, smiling as she squeezed their throats closed, cracking their neck bone, then dropping their bodies in a pile. Finally, she turned to Alex and Mackenzie. How she hated them. The two bullies now had expressions of fear and regret on them.
Amanda just stood there for a moment, taking in their facial expressions, a mental photo to save for a rainy day. She couldn't figure out what to do with them though. What to do, what to do. Then she had it. Turning her head towards Alex's parked car, she smiled. Using all of the energy she could muster, Amanda lifted the car, earning a few gasps and shrieks from the cornered couple. She turned back to them, and in one swift motion she slammed the car down on them. Blood splattered, glass shattered, and the sound of crushing bones and popping organs could be heard. The car had also managed to crash through the school wall, adding more commotional sound to the scene.
Finally. No more pain. No more suffering. No more THEM.
By now, Amanda had fully situated herself back onto her feet, shaking and swaying slightly again. Admiring her work, Amanda suddenly heard the sound of sirens. The police. Turning on her heel she took off in a sprint towards the nearest woods. Stopping to hide in a bush, she watched as six police cars, one fire truck, and two ambulances raced by, sirens blaring. She just grinned, and when they had passed and then sirens were distant, Amanda took off once again towards the woods. She knew she'd be safe there.
Her legs ached, but she kept running. As fast as she could. She couldn't let them catch her. What they were going to do to her was beyond her, but she knew it'd be terrible. When she left in a sprint, she hadn't even thought of heading towards home. Her legs had just made up their mind and chose the direction to go without her consent. She was okay with that at the time though, now she wasn't so sure. From what she could see, she had already run deeper into the forest than expected, though she hadn't noticed. Her surroundings consisted of very little, but from what she could make out the houses through the trees were vacant. It seemed like the perfect place for a young criminal girl to hide, but she couldn't bring herself to move her legs and just collapsed on the forest floor.
Why? Why did this have to happen to her? Out of all the losers in the world, it chose her to bestow upon the power of destruction and complete insanity. She belonged in a mental asylum for all she knew.
The forest was cold and wet, thanks to the previous night's rain, and that left Amanda sitting on the floor in blood soaked clothes, only getting wetter and colder thanks to the rain. She knew that the police were going to find the bodies, they were pretty visible, and that they would begin looking for the culprit: her. Going home was the worst option, since the events would probably give her mother a heart attack, and her father would take her to an asylum for sure. So, instead of facing her punishment, no matter how wrong it seemed, she proceeded to hide from anyone or thing that could turn her in.
More than five hours had passed since her little "scene," and Amanda was still sitting in the same spot, in the same forest, crying the same tears. With nowhere to go, Amanda couldn't make a decision on what to do now that she was a wanted criminal. The forest had proved to be the only safe place that she could stay without having others search for her, since the places she'd normally be found would be vacant. Night was beginning to fall and Amanda's stomach was becoming rather angry. It grumbled with a starving echo and ached to no end, thanks to its emptiness of food. She knew better than to move from her spot, since the creatures of the dark begin their hunt at night. Her only means of any warmth were the clothes on her back and the extra sweater in her backpack. Snuggling, or at least attempting to, into her small woolen sweater, Amanda White, the town's first telekinetic girl, fell into a deep, cold, and dreamless sleep.