Chapter 1: Introductions
Rage. Hatred. I see nothing but red and the object of my uncontrollable negative emotions. It was pure unadulterated rage and hatred; it overwhelmed my very being from the sheer amount and force. It floods my systems, blinding me yet it fueled me to fight. Not to protect. But to avenge those who fell and those who had a taste of pain by those hands, the very hands that delighted in the negative emotions of fear, pain, and hatred in those who had opposed them. Them as in the Decepticons.
My name is Shadow Reaper. You must be wondering why I'm so damn pissed off. Well, let's go to the beginning shall we? It all began with a supposedly teenage girl. Waist length long dark brown hair that shine red in the sun, brown with green speckles in her eyes, skin a healthy pale, short height (say 5 ft 3 in), and a bit of chubbiness for physical features. She usually wore loose fitting clothes. For bottoms, she wears dark gym or sweat pants. For tops, she wears t-shirts of either the white, purple, black, red, blue, gray, or green color. Something will always cover her hands up to just before her elbows, only a bit of her fingers are visible. Not even I know what adorn her hands and forearms that shame her so to hide it. Her name is Rayvenica (pronounced Ray-ven-nee-ka) Hope Synnersin (sounds like a dim light in a dark realm if I do say so myself).
Occasionally I will share my side of the story. However this is her side of the story, told from her point of view.