& Your words they surley kill &
Chapter one
The girl was hit, and sent flying into a tree. And she slowly slid down it, with her right eye shut tightly. Her left eye, glared at the boys', especially the one who had just hit her on the face. "Why don't you just leave, you freak!" The boy yelled at her form on the ground. She was much stronger than this, but at the moment in time.. she didn't feel that she needed to fight back. But she kept her right eye closed, and her left eye glaring.
She was considered a freak, only because of her right eye. When she was born, they had both been red. A bright red that could strike through anyone, but as she started to age, her right eye started to go black, an onyx color. It started from the outside, and it would fade back into red, and it keep growing, so that eye was soon diffrent. They despised her because she looked diffrent. Because of what she could do.
It was a stupid thing to be hated for.. but it wasn't just because of how she looked. She was beautiful for a fourteen year old, but it also had to do of what the eye did. Not her mother, or father had an eye like it, they also did not treat her like a daughter. But they seemed to be scared of her. The onyx eye could make one pass out, and seem to go in a state, that they could not get out of. One in which they screamed for hours on end. She made sure she never looked at someone, with that eye. She kept it hidden behind her eye lid. It didn't do much good, they still saw her as a freak.
Aya slowly stood up from the ground. Just in time to block a hit from the other ninja. She felt tempted to just open her eye an make the boy go into a dark abyss. But she didn't dare. If she did, she knew what would happen when people found out. It would be the same as all the others. It would get to her parents, and she would be neglected even more, no food, or anything. She'd be locked up. But she had found a way to deal with that, she was thin, and she could go hungry with out it being a problem anymore.
She grunted as she bent down to dodge a blow. They never left her alone! They tempted her to just kill them. Just to let them look at her eye and let them scream, scream and have pain. They made her want that to happen, but she held against temptation. "There's no way you'll be able to block forever! Your just a weak little freak, i bet you can't do anything. And those rumors are just rumors!" He was trying to provoke, and he had succeeded in just that.
Aya's eye opened, and she gave a hated glare with both eyes. Next thing she knew was that the boy was on the ground, screaming. He was on the ground, laying as if he was dead, his body limp, his eyes closed. His mind wasn't there, she knew that much, but he was screaming.
She knew what her eye did, but she had know clue of what it really did. Out of fear her eyes widened, and as the comments started about her being a freak of nature, Aya closed her right eye and took off with as much speed as she had, and ran home, hoping that she could possibly trick her parents and say she had been there the whole time.
She didn't head home by foot, she jumped from house top to house top. It was quicker for her, even with one eye, she could see every way she went, and in every direction. She landed on a roof, and stood there for a moment, afraid to go in. She hesitated before she bent over the edge and opened a window. The one to her room. Aya wouldn't go in by the front door, she wasn't stupid. She knew her parents where down the stairs. She slipped into the room, shutting the window quickly, making sure not to make a sound.
The first thing she did when she had slipped into the room, was go on a hunt for her bandages. The one's she used to cover her eye, so no one was struck by it. She found it on her small dresser, and she quickly put it around her eye and sat on the small bed. Aya starred at the wall for a moment. Letting her red eye glare and un-glare at the wall. It changed, from a glare of anger, to a normal bored look that stayed on her face.
She wanted nothing more than to hide when she heard the sound of foots rushing up the stairs. She didn't fear her parents. No, she was scared of what she could end up doing to them. If they kept all of this up, she might one day let temptation take over. They treated her the same, if not worse, as everyone else did. She didn't flinch, or even make a move, when she heard the foot steps stop from the stairs, and head toward her door.
She wouldn't be able to lie her way out of it. She knew that, her parents never believed a word, they only talked to her when she had done something wrong, something to unpleased them. Aya had been ready, she had been ready for a few day's, she had felt as though it was her time to take a leave. With another glare at the door she reached down and grabbed a bag. It was full of what she would need. Anything and everything. She stood up, and lifted the window.
The foot steps neared, in a rushed manner. Most likely to come and yell, and try to beat her. Aya wasn't going to take it anymore. She glared one more time, and jumped out of her window when she heard the foot steps stop at her door. She ran from that point, ran to no where in mind, just the idea of getting away form the place that hated her the most, and the place she hated the most. Her lavender hair flew behind her as she ran through the village, as fast as her small body would take her...