Hey guys! I'm just having some fun with this, seeing where it goes . . . tell me what you think?
DISCLAIMER: Uh . . . i pretty much own everything in this chapter. honestly, i cant find anything in here that i don't own. i dont even say bella's name. but, clearly, i dont own twilight . . .
Anyway . . . enjoy!
My dress is stuck on my boobs. Again. I mean, who the hell did I get these huge—things from? Pardon my, er, straightforward-ness, but my boobs are humongous! And it's not like I can blame them on anyone. I know, you're probably thinking she must have got them from someone! But thaft's the thing. The someone I got them from is probably my mother. And my mother's dead.
See, my mom died while giving birth to me, my two brothers, and my sister. That was fifteen years ago. She was only seventeen. I know, typical sap story. And not only did my mom die, but my father is nonexistent. Now it's not only a sap story, but my own personal Soap. Cassie (A/N: pronounced like the beginning of Cassandra, which is her full name) , previously mentioned sister, used to call him The Sperm Donor. And as far as I'm concerned, that's all he is. Leo and Emerson, my two brothers, absolutely despise him. I'm not quite sure why, as they despise talking about him just as much as him himself.f
And if you're observant, you would have noticed something odd about the sentence involving The Sperm Donor. If not, check again. You found it? If not, it was the 'used to' part. Get it now? And, no, before you jump to this conclusion, Cassie isn't dead. Even if she wishes she was. I know, I know, get on with it already. Cassie . . . she, well, tried to kill herself when we were twelve and had been living with our sixteenth foster family (not lying, we've been in about eighteen by now—I'll explain in a little bit). None of us know the reasons why Cass did it, exactly. Maybe it was just because of The Sperm Donor. Or maybe because of us being the reasons mom died.
Or maybe—this is the most probable reason—it was because of what we are. Now, before I go any further: We're not completely human. Actually, we don't really know what we are. We've got a pretty good idea, but we're not sure. See, we all have beating hearts. Hearts that beat super fast. Healthy human hearts beat about seventy-two to eighty beats per minute, while our hearts beat about one hundred and twenty times per minute. And that's while relaxed. While doing physical activity, the human heart can beat up to one hundred beats a minute, and ours can beat up to one hundred sixty times per minute while physically exerted. Which is bad. Or, at least that's what all of the doctor's tell us. And aside from the fast-beating hearts, we need blood to survive, and can run up to one hundred miles per hour (the fastest human can run about 30 miles per hour).
Oh, and if you were hoping I'd elaborate on the first thing (the blood thing), here's a summary of everything: When the social workers who mom had talked to about us getting adopted came to our house a few hours after we born (thankfully, or we would have died), they found us on the floor (it was carpet, thank god), with our dead mother lying next to us. They hurried to call 9-1-1. When we got to the hospital, they declared mom's time/date of death (September 3rd, 1994 at 1:38 PM) . . . and, coincidentally, our time/date of birth (September 3rd, 1994 at 1:38 PM). At first, they thought that we had cardiac problems because of our dangerously high blood pressure, rapidly beating hearts, and unearthly pale skin (through which you could clearly see all of our veins). They monitored us for at least a month, and our health was deteriorating at a very scary pace. They decided that we wouldn't live for even a year, and found a couple (the husband was a doctor, too, which probably was one of the reasons they picked them) willing to take all four of us in for the duration of our short lives. Dr. Morgan and his wife got time off from both of their jobs to stay home with us. One day, when we were about four months old, and very ill, we were home with Kelley (Mrs. Morgan) and she cut her finger while cutting some vegetables. I'm going to spare you the gory details, but all four of us filled up on the blood that had gotten on the counter . . . and lets just say that everything (other than our health) went downhill from there. Dr. Morgan and Kelley freaked out completely, and gave us back to the social workers. We were given to another family . . . and so the cycle began. Every few months, we would be forced into another home, because the family either couldn't handle four little kids, got pregnant with another kid of their own, were freaked out by our scary eating habits, or whatever. But the weird thing is, none of them ever mentioned the blood stuff, or else I'm pretty sure we would have never been kept in foster care.
Anyway, when we turned six, we realized that. . . well, our eating habits were far from normal, and that they were things that we needed to deal with on our own—which meant doing things that six year olds should never have to do: run into the woods with a kitchen knife. Yeah, yeah, I know it seems comical . . . not only does that not look good when you're in foster care, but it . . . let's just say it didn't work out, all right? All it did was make us find a new family, leave two dear without heads, and make me throw up.
So, to cut it short, when we were about eight, we taught ourselves to hunt with the proper tools—our teeth. At the time, we had been in Portland, so it wasn't very hard to sneak into the woods once a month for some animal blood, which we realized left us feeling a lot less guilty than drinking human blood did. And it also helped us stay with families a lot longer.
Back to what we are . . . well, we're thinking something like a vampire or something. I know, it sounds crazy, but when you factor in the evidence—its pretty probable.
I know, I know, get on with it. Now we're fifteen, living in Ketchikan, Alaska with the Bray's. Today's July 24th . . . and it's only 48 degrees (Fahrenheit), plus it's pouring rain. We were dumped here a month ago, after our last family, the Kogler's, had their third kid. The Bray's are pretty nice, plus they have no kids (thank god!). It's just Me, Leo (short for Leonardo), Em (Emerson), Cassie (Cassandra), and Mr. and Mrs. Bray. Mr. Bray is a Weather forecaster (you've probably heard of him—his name's Bob Barry Bray. Say that ten times in a row—I bet you can't do it!) and Mrs. Bray (her first name's Molly) is a dentist. Sometimes I wish we could live in someplace warm and sunny, but it's not an option. If you're wondering why, it's because Cassie's skin blisters really badly when she's out in the sun, so we have to live somewhere cloudy. Name any rainy place in the U.S, and we've lived there. Washington? Yep. Oregon? Yep. Louisiana? Yep. I could go on, if you'd like.
Anyway, since school doesn't start up until the 27th of August, and it got out on the 3rd of June (it's the 20th) and its pouring rain outside, we are hanging out inside the huge house the Bray's own. Apparently, they've been foster parents before, but only for younger kids. So they have enough room for each of us to have our own bedrooms, but Cass and I have to share a bathroom, and so do Leo and Em. Which brings us back to the dress issue. It's still stuck on my boobs.
And I'm standing in the middle of my room, trying not to rip my dress. It's really cute and long sleeved. Mrs. Bray got it for me, so I was trying it on to see how it fit. It fits perfectly . . . but there's a band underneath the bust. And said band is stuck. While I'm trying to get it off, I feel hands reaching up behind me and I shriek, turning around. Cassie is standing there, wearing a short black dress with torn tights. Her eye make-up is just as thick as always, while the rest of her face is completely natural—and freakishly pale. Her hair is dark brown and wavy, but she recently added darker highlights (A/N: I am not trying to be offensive to Goths in any way—actually, one of my closest friends is Goth—but this is just how I picture Cassie). It's in a loose side braid right now though. While she does give off a mysterious, dark feeling, she looks adorable. But also doesn't say a word. She pulls the dress off over my head, watching me with her gray, stormy eyes.
"Thanks, Cass," I say. She just nods and sits down on the floor, her hands sitting limply in her lap, displaying the angry scars on the insides both of her wrists. Ever since we saved her life, she has been really quiet, only speaking to me, Leo, and Em, except for those rare times when talking is necessary. I pull on a white tank top and a sweatshirt, then slide on a pair of jeans. I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in!" I say, knowing it has to be Leo or Em. Or—yes, both.
"Maybelle," Em says in a sing-song voice, pulling me into a hug. I absolutely love my name. Some people say it's a stupid, farm-girl name, but I love it. Most people call me May, though.
Em has messy bronze hair that falls into his liquid hazel eyes that are almost gold. He's really big. I used to think of him as my personal Teddy Bear. Leo is sitting on the floor next to Cassie, his arm around her shoulder. He's whispering something in her ear. Leo's hair is a mixture of Em's bronze and Cassie's brown. His eyes are currently the same color as Cassie's, but it changes all the time. And when I say his eye color changes, I mean he can make his eye color change. He also can change his hair color. (a/n: the colors I described for his hair and eyes right now are the natural colors) And that's just one of his weird abilities. He can also control fire, as well as create and destroy it. As a matter of fact, all of us can control some sort of element. I can control water, Cassie can control Ice, and Em can control wind. But, just like Leo and his color-changing, we all have side things. For instance, Cassie can make herself disappear temporarily. Or, no, not disappear, but make herself invisible. She also can teleport herself places. Em, he can move things with his mind, and has this weirdo shield that he can project. Me . . . well, my power's pretty intense. I can steal any power, from anyone. Well, to put it more clearly, I can either take the power away completely, but that's only temporary, or I can duplicate it and store it for later. The first one comes in handy when one of my siblings make me mad—power-stealing is the world's greatest punishment.
"So," Leo says, juggling fire back and forth between his hands, "what's up?"
"Nothing's up," I reply, plopping down on the bed. "I just wish we could have an actual summer, you know? Like with sun. and the beach." At that moment, Cassie's image flickers, and then I hear a loud crack, and she's gone completely.
"Aw, May!" Em exclaims, rubbing his eyes roughly. "You know she get's all upset whenever you say that kind of stuff! She thinks it's her fault, because of the rash thing."
"First of all, Em, they're blisters," I say, standing up. "And secondly, you don't need to yell." And with a crack of my own, I follow the TeleTrail my sister left.
Which happens to land me in the middle of the Gulf of Alaska. Which has to be at least negative twenty-something degrees.
Ah, crap.
Sorry about the weird beginning . . . after i re-read it, i was like what the hell was i thinking here? Haha:) like i said before, i'm just having fun with this. and i still havent described what Maybelle looks like . . . if you're wondering, she has straight chocolate brown hair with bangs and the same almost-gold eyes as emmy:)
anyway, please tell me if you think i should keep going, and if you liked it or not.
oh, and for those of you who have read my other fics and are waiting for me to continue those . . . sorry, guys. the Host one is on hold, and i'm having major writers block with before i continue.
REVIEW NOW!!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO HAPPEN, AND WHAT YOU THOUGHT, AND IF YOU LIKED IT, AND IF YOU HATED IT, AND IF YOU WANT ME TO DELETE IT, AND IF YOU WANT SOMETHING TO HAPPEN TO CASSIE, AND IF YOU WANT SOMETHING TO HAPPEN TO MAY AND IF YOU WANT ME TO GO INTO LEO OR EM'S PERSPECTIVE WHILE THEY TRY TO FIND CASSIE AND MAY.
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST--TELL ME IF UR MAD THAT I ENDED IT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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