(an: I hope you like this. It's my first HiHi fic, so go easy on me. enjoy. disclamier: I only own the plot and a few OCs.)

Once upon a time, there was a beauthiful rock star named Ami.

She was the most hottest rockstar in the touring district. Her voice was like it was sewed by angels. Her heart was so prue, it's a wonder how she stays so kind all the time, with all the pameoring done on her.

But, sad thing it is, everything comes at a price.

She has something put on her. She kept that serect to herself and herself only. Not even her crew knows about this.

One of them was her best friend, Yumi.

They been best friends with each other ever since they met at the age of two.

Ami always had the pampor treatment on her, luck you may called it, but Yumi was complete opsite of her.

She was hot and had a good voice yes, but not as hot and lovely as Ami. She was kinda a rebel and I wouldn't blame her.

Yumi had a tough life before becoming a rockstar.

After two days of being born, her family abandomed by her family. She was raised by a bunch of gansters.

If it wasn't for Ami caring for her, she wounldn't have any friends or she'll be spending most of her life stealing and doing the bad things we shouldn't do.

When they were thirdteen, they started a gerage band.

A short man heard their band and decided to give them the rockstar life.

He was named Kaz, the other person is closed to the girls.

He was only a greedy cheap sack, but the girls had no one else to go to.

You may wonder what I'm talking about. Well, read on, for I'm the mask writer, the teller of this tale.

The darkness of the room went over a seven year old girl on a cold floor.

She had long brown hair, a mask made of gold that covered most of her face, pale skin and dressed in a blood red hood, a black heart shaped locket with a blood slattered on it, black PJs and long white boots.

"Don't think that it's one of those humor stories," She commented, "for those are a waste of my time."

She faced the audience. It was reviled to the reader what her eyes looked like, completely blind.

"This story is completely dark," She said,"with horrors that might make either you or the wee ones screamed in fear."

She got out a golden feather, with blood red ink(or, you may hope so). In the other hand, was a peice of paper.

"I can write and see all my works, dispite my sight lost," She told them.

The masked writer looked at the audience.

"You may be wondering 'how does a blind child can write and see it at the same time?'" She told them.

She faced them with a smirk.

"That shall keep you wondering as the story unfolds."

She got her pen on the paper.

"And this story is completely true, or true as it needs to be," The masked writer commented.

The lights then went to black.


A man was running for his life.

He looked like one of those jerks you may wished you never meet or dervirsed to die.

Behind was a shadow, nonething more.

It had blood red eyes and looked like a hidious demon.

The man looked scared.

"Humans as smelly as you shall get their just derests," It sneered in a voice dripping from bloodiest pits of heck.

"All I did was-"

"SILENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Yelled the creature.

The man cringed.

"You ticked me off," It sneered,"so you'll pay."

We can see the shadow creature on the wall tear the man's shadow to bits as he screamed blood curlded screams.

The creature was under the toarned apart corspe.

It smirked, then ate the victom's heart. She drained the blood and poured it all over itself.

All was left of the poor victom was its bones.

The creature took them.

"They make good derations for my room."

The creature laughted as she disappeared, with not a singal trace of its victom's remains.

(an: How's that? R&R, but no flames. This is a horror fic, BTW.)