Chapter 2
(A/N, I wanted to add another character to my story, so when you see RPOV, it's my character. If you want, I could use characters that you create, through comments or PM. Just leave the info you want included in the story. Thanks! I love you guys!)
RPOV
"Jace! I accidentally might have set my hair o fire again." I whimpered. I had a nasty habit of making things explode when I cook. Jace walked through the door, frazzled, beat, and tired. Blood stains dotted his shirt. Even in his weak state, he was gorgeous. My brother gave me a sly smile. He gently lifted my hair up and began to cut the burned ends off. In the end, I was left with 3-inch long blue curls around my head. I touched my blue hair. I had dyed it with cool-aid a few weeks ago, and it was already starting to fade. I was thinking if dying it purple next time. Jace kissed me lightly on the forehead and went straight to his room. Poor guy. I still could not get my head around the fact that he was a top NPA, (National Protection Agency) operative, getting over the death of his adoptive parents, and taking over custody of his 13 year old sister, (me) all at the same time was unbelievable. Our real parents were loons, abusive, cruel, and insane. When he was taken away from them, they had me to take his place. They used to beat me daily, and inject me with things. It used to turn my hair different colors, and make me very sick. They wanted to create the worlds super-human, like PMA's but better. The end product was me. Most people would have training, but I don't need it. I can simply turn it on when I want to. I could destroy the world in my sleep if I choose to. I obviously don't. I put the uneaten remains of dinner away and set off for the roof of our apartment. Because Jace is a spy/bodyguard type person, we have several homes around the world. My favorite one is in Paris, the view is so beautiful. My arms suddenly ached with the pain of memories. My mind had blocked some of my most painful ones. I had made it to the roof, as pain began to rack my body. when my mind decided I was ready, it would give my flashbacks.
"Stupid, idiot child!" my father yelled. My mother smirked at me smugly. I whimpered as the bat connected with my ribs again. They were almost piercing through my skin. My mother unbuckled her belt and took it off. She traced it alone my face. She brought her arm back and slashed it along my face. Again and again, she whipped me, beating me to a bloody pulp. They picked me up, and strapped me to a chair. The ropes dug into my skin, like thorns. My father injected me with a greenish liquid. Then they went over to the wall and flipped a switch. Electricity jolted up my body. I felt like I was being skinned alive. It shocked me, pain coursing through my veins. Tears rolled down my cheeks like a waterfall. They kept hitting me, so that I wouldn't fall unconscious. Then my father took a knife and slashed my palm. Silver blood trickled down my hand. I screamed, or at least tried to. Then the blood went back into my body, the cut closed itself, like magic. My parents stood there, laughing, while I was shocked out of my mind, to what I had become. My teeth grew sharper, my body stronger. I was a monster. I was only 7 years old.
The vision faded, and sobbed escaped my mouth. My teeth dug into my lips, drawing silver blood. I tried to wipe it, but my hand just jerked away. I moved in wild spasms, and crashed to the floor. I remember the moon being covered by red clouds.
"Please, no, stop, you're hurting me." I whispered, as the moon began to laugh.
CPOV
I saw the girl, writhing on the ground. Her blue hair sprayed around her in a halo. Her body was convulsing, killing itself from the inside. Half of me wanted to leave. The other half wanted to laugh. I didn't know what to do. She was so young and innocent, how could she know about pain? I leapt silently down from the shadows. I walked up to her twitching body, kneeled down next to her.
"Kill me, please" she choked out. I slowly pulled out a knife, ready to put her out of her misery, when I felt a sudden pain in my arm. I looked to see a small trickle of blood run down my skin. I stared at it confused, wondering how I was bleeding. I saw the rock on the ground next to me. Someone had thrown a rock at me. The girl was still convulsing underneath me. She was gasping for breath, and crying.
"Don't hurt her!" a voice begged behind from behind me. I turned around to see my target. I looked at him in confusion, dropping the knife. Why would he care about the little girl? His eyes shone with fear. I stepped toward him studying his face. He backed away slightly, his breathing growing shallow. I raised the knife again, to kill him, and end my assignment, when I felt something slam against me. I hit my head on the ground, blood pouring down my face. It washed over my eyes, blurring my vision into a murky red oblivion.
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