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Name: Carmen Lynch

Age: 20

Hair color(s): Black, white, Pink

Original Hair color: Black

Likes: Her two friends: Luna, age 19 ; Alex, age 18; listening to her music/mp3 player; shopping at Goth-R-Us; watching violent shows; writing in her journal (which will also be called Die-ary)

Dislikes: Basically everything I didn't mention; her family (that she doesn't live with anymore), the pricks of society, and....well...we'll get everything else later on...it's kind of hard to explain. Oh, and she barely sleeps; perhaps about 2-3 hours a night, ok?

Misc.(other things I didn't mention yet): She has a few things from her childhood that she kept close to her and cherishes. These things are a voo-doo looking doll, whom she calls Andy, and a cat she had when she was little (it was a kitten then), who she calls Maddie.

(Prologue / Pre-chapter)

(Your POV)

It was a nice day, weather wise; not a cloud in the sky. But everyone in the city was...well...normal. Nothing has changed. Everyone just living, seeing how much damage they could do in the world today. But then, some actually just lived their everyday life; going to work, feeding their families, just normal stuff. The people walked around, some rich, some poor; some smiling, some crying, and some screaming. Yep, this was Your everyday life.

Your name was Carmen. You were 20 years old, approximately 5' 6", and 105 lbs. Your favorite style was the goth/emo/punk style. It depended on your mood on which one you'd dress as. Your normal dress was a light pink/black, strapless dress that stopped just above your thighs, a black, leather jacket that covered your exposed shoulders, and your thigh-high, boots that had belt-buckles from your thighs to your feet. It was a normal attire, for your kind of people anyways. Even though you were considered goth, you weren't really. You just liked the style of clothes, as did a lot of other 'goths' out there.

You wondered around, walking the night time streets, hearing a something come from someone's lips, 'The house number 777'. You'd only lived in this certain town for about 3 years and noone lived in house number 777. Supposedly someone lived there at one time, before you moved there, but the person hasn't been sited for about 5 years or so. 'I wonder.' The house itself wasn't very...nice looking. It was considered creepy by the towns folk; along with haunted and possessed. You rolled your eyes, seeing only an abandoned, boarded house.

You walked right on by a few guys standing on the street, drunk out of their minds. They whistled at any girl that walked by; a few of them even reached out, trying to touch the girl on either her butt or chest. You kept your head down, zipping up your jacket; not because it was chilly, but so they wouldn't see your exposed flesh, thus trying to touch you. You waked right on by, keeping your head towards the ground, not making any kind of eye contact. They still whistled at you, saying very rude things; such as "Hey Baby! Why don't you come home with us?!" ; "Yeah, we'll show you a good time." ; "Aw, look boys, she's shy."

They started following after you, which caused you to keep an eye on them. This would be their last mistake tonight. You turned down an alley way, making sure noone was around. You heard their drunk laughter and calls for you, which only fueled you for your actions about to made in mere moments. You stopped, causing them to laugh, followed by them speaking, "Oh, look boys, she's giving in. We knew you'd see it our way, baby." They came up to you, grabbing your arm, roughly, pulling you to them. They gathered around you, slowly taking off your jacket, tossing it to the ground, revealing a gun holster on your arm, holding a mini, silver and black pistol. They backed away, then one smirked, "She's playing hard to get, eh? My favorite kind." And he lunged at you, but you pulled something out of your left boot (at the top), and you swiped it at the guy, which made him jump back fast, clutching his arm. He pulled his hand back, examining it, then gasped, "Blood! Look...we're sorry. Look, we'll leave you alone, ok? We promise. Please, forgive us!" You rose your hand, pointing a gun at him, "Too bad, I'm not the forgiving type." And you shot, hitting him straight in the head, blood squirting from the sudden impact from the bullet. He fell down, dead in an instant. "You, witch!!" Shouted one of the remaining men but became scared when you pointed your twin dagger at him, then twirled it, saying, "Don't worry. You'll join him in mere moments. Both of you will."

You jumped the one in front, who became scared and ran away, to no avail. You through your blade at him, hitting him straight in the arm, causing him to fall to the ground, blood seeping from his wound. You ripped out the blade, then shot at him; once in the leg, once in the arm, the shoulder, then you pointed the gun at his head, then noticed his partner run, terrified now. You shot the guy in the ankle, so he couldn't run, then shot after the runner. You caught up to him in no time, shooting him in the shin, so he'd fall to the ground. He looked at you, tears forming in his eyes, "Please..don't...we won't hurt you again. We won't even tell this ever happened. Please, spare us!" You pointed the gun at him, then spoke, "You rape people, then kill them, right?" He looked at you, confused, "Perhaps once...m-maybe twice.." You continued, "Then you don't deserve my mercy." And you shot him, killing him on the spot.

You turned to the other guy, speaking as you came up to him, "Do you know how much better the world would be if people like you never existed? People could walk at night, never fearing if they'll be killed or injured. But no, you slugs in this world pollute everything around you. I'll put you all to rest, or die trying." And with that, you shot him in the head, seeing his body fall to the ground. "Well, that's that. You're right, I did have a good time." And you walked away, not bothering to move the bodies or to clean up. You'd done this many times, getting rid of junk like them, leaving everything behind that would get you busted for the crime, and yet, noone has ever turned you in.

'Just proves it. This is what I'm meant to do then.' And you walked off, placing your gun and dagger back in their places; placing your jacket on afterwards.

Well, I hope you liked it. Tell me your thoughts, ok? Well, bye!