A Shattered Night
By: PyroPunk
::Chapter One::
::Krystal::
Disclaimer: I don't own all of these characters, I do, however own some
A/N: This will get better, I see that this is a very boarding chapter, but it foreshadows a lot about the character Krystal's life and future.
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Krystal floated thought the oblivion of unconsciousness. She stirred slightly in her sleep; and dreamed.
"I hate you!" Her mother was shirking at her father, "Look what you've done to our family, you bastard!"
"Baby, what's wrong?" He cooed to her mother, coiling his hands around her waist.
"Goddamn it! Get away from me." Her mother slapped him. Her fathers head snapped to the side.
"What the hell did u do that for?" He yelled; a red shadow of her hand print materializing across his skin.
"You know what 'I did that for!'" She had tears running down her face, "Now get out! Get out of my house!"
"Screw you!"
"I'll see you in hell! Get out NOW!" She grabbed Krystal, who at the time was four, "Get away from me and my daughter!"
"Fine! See, I'm leaving now! And I'm NEVER LOOKING BACK!" He retorted. As the door slammed and the window pains in the house rattled, Krystal knew that was the last time she would ever see her father.
The day was light and breezy. Her hair blew around her face in swirls. The autumn day was perfect for her 17th birthday. As she waited for her friend, Ravia, to pick her up, two cars drove up to her house. The first one was a brand new 2004 Hummer; black with flames streaking up the hood. The plate on it was brand new Philly one with K-GIRL inscribed on it. The other was a Grand Am GT with tinted windows, metallic teal, and with Georgia plates.
The person driving the Hummer stepped out, he yelled to her "Are you Krystal Black?" He had a British accent.
"Yes I am, why?"
"Hold up, I have a delivery you."
Krystal raised and eyebrow, she expected him to go around to the trunk to get something, but instead he just reached into the passenger side cup holder and retrieved a small box. She noticed him open the box and put metal from the dashboard into it, but couldn't see what the metal was. He strolled over to her and handed her the tiny box.
"There you go." He said and retreated to the other car. She opened the box and realized that it had her father's company logo on top. From the box she extracted its contents, a set of keys.
The Grand Am sped away with both people in it, leaving the Hummer. She smiled to herself "So you didn't forget."...
She saw a person holding a black rose. The person offered it to her and she excepted her hand. Taking it, she sliced open her finger and a drop of blood fell on to the offerer's hand.
Krystal was knocked from the peace of her restful sleep. She rolled over in exhausted disbelief, as the continual shrill pitched note of her alarm clock met her ears. The noise seeped to beat her over the head with every beep, increasing he head ach. Her eyes remained closed, "Stop lying! It's not 6:15 yet!"
Krystal pummeled the dresser with her fist, mutilating and object atop it. all except the alarm.
"UHHHHHHHHHH! GODDAMN IT!" Krystal moaned. She opened her eyes, grabbed her alarm viciously, and threw it against the wall. The annoyance was silenced. Krystal drug herself out of bed and stumbled into the shower. Krystal is not a morning person.
By: PyroPunk
::Chapter One::
::Krystal::
Disclaimer: I don't own all of these characters, I do, however own some
A/N: This will get better, I see that this is a very boarding chapter, but it foreshadows a lot about the character Krystal's life and future.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Krystal floated thought the oblivion of unconsciousness. She stirred slightly in her sleep; and dreamed.
"I hate you!" Her mother was shirking at her father, "Look what you've done to our family, you bastard!"
"Baby, what's wrong?" He cooed to her mother, coiling his hands around her waist.
"Goddamn it! Get away from me." Her mother slapped him. Her fathers head snapped to the side.
"What the hell did u do that for?" He yelled; a red shadow of her hand print materializing across his skin.
"You know what 'I did that for!'" She had tears running down her face, "Now get out! Get out of my house!"
"Screw you!"
"I'll see you in hell! Get out NOW!" She grabbed Krystal, who at the time was four, "Get away from me and my daughter!"
"Fine! See, I'm leaving now! And I'm NEVER LOOKING BACK!" He retorted. As the door slammed and the window pains in the house rattled, Krystal knew that was the last time she would ever see her father.
The day was light and breezy. Her hair blew around her face in swirls. The autumn day was perfect for her 17th birthday. As she waited for her friend, Ravia, to pick her up, two cars drove up to her house. The first one was a brand new 2004 Hummer; black with flames streaking up the hood. The plate on it was brand new Philly one with K-GIRL inscribed on it. The other was a Grand Am GT with tinted windows, metallic teal, and with Georgia plates.
The person driving the Hummer stepped out, he yelled to her "Are you Krystal Black?" He had a British accent.
"Yes I am, why?"
"Hold up, I have a delivery you."
Krystal raised and eyebrow, she expected him to go around to the trunk to get something, but instead he just reached into the passenger side cup holder and retrieved a small box. She noticed him open the box and put metal from the dashboard into it, but couldn't see what the metal was. He strolled over to her and handed her the tiny box.
"There you go." He said and retreated to the other car. She opened the box and realized that it had her father's company logo on top. From the box she extracted its contents, a set of keys.
The Grand Am sped away with both people in it, leaving the Hummer. She smiled to herself "So you didn't forget."...
She saw a person holding a black rose. The person offered it to her and she excepted her hand. Taking it, she sliced open her finger and a drop of blood fell on to the offerer's hand.
Krystal was knocked from the peace of her restful sleep. She rolled over in exhausted disbelief, as the continual shrill pitched note of her alarm clock met her ears. The noise seeped to beat her over the head with every beep, increasing he head ach. Her eyes remained closed, "Stop lying! It's not 6:15 yet!"
Krystal pummeled the dresser with her fist, mutilating and object atop it. all except the alarm.
"UHHHHHHHHHH! GODDAMN IT!" Krystal moaned. She opened her eyes, grabbed her alarm viciously, and threw it against the wall. The annoyance was silenced. Krystal drug herself out of bed and stumbled into the shower. Krystal is not a morning person.