Okay. This is my OC. Its really crappy, so you'll have to forgive me. I tried to write this with the style used in "Rise of the Ogre" so it won't sound like a lot of my other stuff. This will eventually become a MurdocxOC, but it get s really weird toward the end. Just trust me on this. Takes place kinda Phase Two-ish... Yeah. Read and review.
Dana Harvey was never a perfect girl. She was abandoned at birth, born somewhere in Crawley, and adopted by a seemingly loving family; Chloe Harvey was a beautiful woman, intent on adopting the young child. Michael Harvey wasn't too keen on the idea, but went with his doting wife's begs. Dana grew up with a loving mother and a fairly reckless dad. Her life was pretty normal.
Until… "Hey, Blondie! What's with the hair?" Jay Worthsbury. The school bully. He was, of course, the first to point out Dana's fine white-blonde hair. Dana was the black sheep of the family. A blue eyed, blonde haired sweetheart with a Cockney accent. Her parents, being from Ireland and living in Ireland, had fiery red hair, striking green eyes, and thick, Irish accents. Dana had none of these traits.
"Now see," Remembers Dana. "I told him to sod off plenty of times, believe me. O' course, bein' the red haired sot he was, he wouldn't listen." After months of ridicule, Dana fought back.
"You can talk, but I bet you can' spell it out for me!" At this, Jay hung his head. It was true; Jay Worthsbury was dyslexic at the time.
"Now, o' carse I overcame the dyslexia, but… She had a pint when it came t' mah insultin' 'er." Jay tells us. This all happened in Dana's early life, from perhaps kindergarten to third grade. But it was the fifth grade when things started to go downhill for Dana.
The familiar sound of glass smashing brutally against the wall greeted Dana as usual this gloomy day in Ireland. There her father sat, drunk and hung-over at the same time, still drowning himself in the never-ending supply of booze and liquor. His usual responses to her were either, "Hey, slut! Why're ya late?" Or maybe it would be, "I hope that Jay sot took ya." It seemed that poor Dana's father was completely intent on getting her pregnant and expanding the Harvey name.
After enduring no doubt several more insults and perhaps a few brutal beatings, Dana would dart upstairs to aid her mother. By this point in time, Chloe Harvey had immersed herself in a highly dangerous and unstable drug by the name "Novril Quantiminium". This drug not only ruined Chloe's life, but also tore apart Dana's as well. She would offer her comatose mother a cup of tea and then give her a foot rub, knowing deep in her heart that nothing would wake her or register.
By the age of twelve, Dana had reverted to crime. Realizing nothing was left for her at her home in Ireland, she joined a gang called "Shut the **** Up". Unfortunately, the censor was not included on the jackets.
"Shut", as it's called in short, was led by a young boy named James O'lander. James' partner in crime was a girl named Syd the Kyd. The next in line would have been as follows: Carrey O'Neill, Thomas O'Connor, Geraldine Fitzgerald (from Russia), and young Dana Harvey. After years of grand theft auto, murder, trials, jail spells, and in-gang fights, Dana not only surpassed Syd the Kyd, but also got Shut and herself sent to St. Larsyn's School for the Mentally Troubled.
On Dana's nineteenth, Shut decided to take her out for a good time. By this point, Dana had become addicted to three things: alcohol, cigarettes, and Stephen King. She just so happened to be reading the last few chapters of "The Stand" on this day, "The Shining", "Carrie", "Pet Sematary", "Misery", "Gerald's Game", and many more already behind her.
It was a cold night, about thirty three degrees Fahrenheit, and raining hard. James and his ever expanding circle of friends had gotten Dana's hair highlighted (with a flattering shade of reddish-purple), gave her some free booze, gotten her no higher than three feet off the ground, and bought her new (and highly provocative) clothing. The night couldn't have been better in her mind.
Until James grabbed her backside.
Her feeble attempts to fight back were no match against James and his friends. Dana was stripped down, brutally assaulted and raped, and then duct taped to a lamppost. They left her there to die.
"You got to press it on you… You j-just think it, that's what y-you d-do babay… Hold it d-down, Dare…" She whispered the near silent prayer for so long.
And then, what ho! A ray of hope. The warming cloak of a kind stranger rested its weight on her bare shoulders. She felt her bindings loosen and fell feebly to the ground. Her prayers had been answered.
"C'mon, Luv… Let's get you outta the cold." The gruff voice said. It was obviously not from Ireland. More of a Stoke accent…