Bloody Violin

by j0d1y33t

12 year old Allegra, the daughter of Hades, has been stuck in orphanages her life since 8, and was meant to be kept that way. Until, a mysterious stranger comes and changes her life. Hades had given her a special violin, but it's cursed. Find out why and how it's cursed. And view her life in Camp Half-Blood Rated: T- For murderous and suicidal thoughts, and blood.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own PJ or HoO. Even though, I very much want to

Prologue: My Violin

P.s Listen to Canon in D while reading this, the 1 hour version, it gives the best experience in the world, very much recommended.

I have a violin.

I would rather much have a piano or a cello.

But, I love my violin.

My beautiful, velvet and black violin, my very own.

Only my violin can play the most beautiful and sorrowful music.

Only beautiful and sorrowful music, nothing else.

It can't play bouncy; happy music, nor mystical and joyful music.

When it does, it screeches and bounces.

But, it's my own violin.

It helped me through suicidal and murderous thoughts.

It helped me through hard and sad times.

It helped me through the death of my mother, two older brothers and my little sister.

Through the deaths of my relatives, one by one falling like flies.

When it was dark, it guided me.

It played the funeral march and the wedding songs.

My father gave it to me, before he died too.

Through their deaths, my violin came through all.

My beautiful, strong but fragile violin.

But, I love it the same.

After their deaths, I and my violin were all that was left.

I was forced to enter an orphanage; they told me to leave my violin.

But, it was my violin, I GET TO DO WHAT I WANTED TO DO WITH IT.

A few days later, I saw the skeletons, I told them.

They didn't believe me, I grew angry.

For some reason, they started dying one by one.

They sent me to orphanage after orphanage.

The skeletons followed me and so did my violin.

I couldn't leave my violin.

It protected me from the ugly monsters, killed whoever angered me and followed me.

For some reason, it wouldn't stop following me.

Eventually, it killed whoever was in my way.

I started to depend on it with my life.

I gave my life to it.

My bloody, murderous violin.

What have I done with it?

Like I said, I would much rather have a piano or cello.

But, I love my violin.

I cling to it; it was the only thing that was familiar to me.

My whole life, I played that violin, ever since the age of 3.

The only thing left.

I only trust it.

I love my own, precious violin.

My, velvet, beautiful, brittle, musical, harmonious, murderous and bloody violin.

My very own violin.

I hate it.