Summary – A special gift put to evil use. Intelligence is a special thing you must for good. Bad happenings will occur if you don't follow these guidelines. Very…bad happenings. [OcxOc OcxKousuke
Kay. So…This is my first fanfiction on this account…
Not my first time writing one, though. Let's hope this is good!
Chapter one: Twenty One
Kill or be Killed, my beautiful accursed child.
For your life will not last long.
Your mind will be taken over,
My pretty little Cuckoo.
You'll trade your completely sane head, and head into the path of insanity.
Blood. You'll crave it. You'll want it all over your body. Someone's blood that doesn't belong to you.
Twenty one's your lucky number, Kasegawa.
Twenty one.
"Dear…God." Sitting wide eyed in her bed, Sara Kasegawa frowned and then sat up. "It was just a dream." She said to herself, trying to calm down. The voice in her dream spoke again.
Twenty one. Twenty One, Sara.
Her breath got caught in her throat, and the scent of her own sweat filled her nostrils. She fell onto her back again, scratching at herself. Her nails dug deep into her flesh, Blood slowly escaped the scratches, and that's when she felt a hand on her thigh. She screamed.
"Calm down, Sara." She heard her lovers' sweet voice shush her. She quickly got out of bed, and placed her hand over her chest. "Jesus Christ, Raynor. You scared the living shit outta me!"
"Sorry." A small drop of sweat ran down his forehead. He really thought something was wrong with her. She got back into bed, and as soon as she did, Raynor had grabbed Sara's arm. The blood was now running down her arm. "Did you do this to yourself?"
She nodded, "I…had a strange dream. I know it had something to do with us Blade Children, but I don't know what it signified. All the voice kept on saying was twenty one…"
"That's strange."
"Yes, very strange." She looked to the clock on her nightstand. 3:30. The now reddened flesh of her arm swelled up, and more of that sweet crimson liquid came to follow. She got out of bed once more to wash off her arm.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she began to examine her face. Pale, milky cheeks. She wasn't what someone would call perfect. Her cheeks were still rounded with baby fat, making it known that she was young. Seventeen at that. She was short for her age, standing at around 5'2 or 5'3. Her blonde and pink hair fell over her shoulders, and her green, catlike eyes had a certain glow to them.
A warning of sorts, if you wanted to take it that way.
She turned the knobs of the sink, letting the water running out of the faucet to get warm. She stuck her arm underneath the running faucet, letting the pink tinted water dripping off of her arm go down the sink. A small sigh emitted from her lips, and soon she was drying her arm and walking back into her bedroom.
Raynor was asleep. She had all the still darkness to herself. She looked out the window to see it fogged up. It must be cold… She thought.
She pulled on a pair of pants, and then grabbed a coat from her closet, and walked of the bedroom. Then out of the house. She'd take a walk to clear her mind, but little did she know, her every move was being carefully monitored.
That's it for now.
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