A Blessing And A Curse- Prologue

I, in no way whatsoever own Victorious. I'm too broke for that.

Hi!

You probably know who I am. I'm known as that one ditz who loves red velvet cupcakes. The one kid who always brings a purple giraffe to school. And guess what- ding ding ding, you're right. Hey, I know I should grow up, but I love Mr. Purple and red velvet cupcakes too much for that.

My best friend- wait. My best friends are Victoria Vega and Jadelyn West, but they don't go by their full names, like me. Only my grandma calls me by my full name, but I don't like it when Nona calls me by it because you see, one time my bro- I'm getting off topic here. Anyways, Tori is an awesome singer, with amazing cheekbones. Sometimes she gets us into trouble, and sometimes makes the problem worse. No one hates her though, because Tori's always got our backs. She fixed Beck and Jade's relationship, helped Andre over his crush on Jade, but that's a secret I'm not supposed to tell Jade or Beck. Surprisingly, I've managed to keep it, and it'll stay that way forever.

Then, of course, there's Jade. As weird as it is to say, I love Jade. She loves me too, and I've been there for her ever since she broke up with Beck. You would probably never think we would be the perfect couple. Past me wouldn't have thought so either, but this feeling I have for her is like a burning fire in my heart. I don't know, but I see something in her. Something about her eyes, they're so alluring, and when she touches, kisses me, I feel sparks, and they never disappoint me. She says it felt like fireworks when we first kissed. To me, fireworks is just an understatement. I call her Jadey, and she doesn't mind as long as it's just us. I've known her since grade school, and while I love Tori as a best friend, there's always gonna be a special place for Jade. She's the only person I allow to call me Kitty Cat and Rina. Jade's basically my sister, but she's not. I don't think your girlfriend can be your sister, cause that's weird. Sure, she can be mean at times, but that's because she is. Then again, Jade can be soft as putty once you get to know her, and she rarely gets mad at me. When she does, I just blow it off, knowing she doesn't mean it. I love her with all my heart, yet, every time she says I love you, I can help but feel quaking in my legs and my insides turning into mush. I can't imagine my life without her.

Of course, how can I talk without mentioning the rest of the gang? They've always been there for me, like brothers. Just not like my brother, because he's a little cuckoo up in the ol' noggin. Andre and Beckett, but I always call him Beck, have always been the defensive ones, but I still don't know why they think I'll fall for some guys selling candy in a van. I only fell for it one- wait, one, two, three…six, six times only! Robert, a.k.a Robbie, is in between the area of a best friend and brother friend. I always knew he had a crush on me, but I was shocked when he supported my relationship with Jade. I thought he would be like those sadistic people who go crazy over love, but he's managed to be ok with it, and we've grown significantly closer. Rex insults me less, but that's probably because Jade tried to burn him to ashes with the Bunsen Burner after he called her a scissor-freak.

Trina…..she's nicer… but she's still Trina. Her voice hasn't changed, but not many people mess with her anymore after she beat up some jock who punched Tori in the face.

That's basically my life. I hang out with great friends, I get good grades, which oddly surprises my friends. I don't get it. Who says a person who acts like a child can't be smart? I'm childish, not dumb. Ok, maybe I'm lacking in the common sense area, but still. I'm a singer, actor, costume designer, makeup artist, who does a little bit of songwriting. To people, my life would be amazing. But it's not all that great.

I have a secret. Normally, secrets are surprises, or something you don't share with your friends unless they're really close. Of course, there are exceptions. I hate my secret. It eats me up from the inde, a burning flame growing bigger and bigger. You don't even focus on what it destroys, all you do is try to make it smaller, so it doesn't devour you alive. Either you make it smaller, and control it, or it devours you, controls you. There are two kinds of people when it comes to that stake. Those who control it, and those who get devoured. Once you're devoured, you'll be forever stuck in the belly of the beast. Gone. I foolishly almost allowed myself to be fully engulfed, and I only escaped because someone else helped put out my fire. I'll never let it happen again. I can't bear to lose myself— I'd much rather die, than forget yourself, lose yourself, becoming a hollow shell of a person before losing my life completely. I've tried to control it. I'm rusty, but I'll never allow myself to hurt anyone else.

Not with this curse.

At the crack of dusk, when everyone's inside, I tie my hair in a ponytail before putting on a hoodie, completely hiding my hair except for a few strands on my cheek. The makeup flows down my face as I wash it off, before placing my fingers on the tender skin. It still feels sensitive, tingling at the touch. No need to hide yourself when you're like this. It's not like people would notice me anyways. It's a life I enjoy, and hate. I put on some running shoes and headphones on, and I jog around the city. I've done it so much, it's a habit. I can't picture a day for the past 2 years where I haven't done this.

Nothing too bad, right?

I just wait around the city, unti-

"AHHHHH!"

That's my cue. I sprint around, before reaching an alleyway in a sharp turn. My body's used to this, so I easily jump up, firmly grabbing the ladder with my palms, climbing up faster, and faster. The sound came from… that way, I presume. I dash over there, jumping to a nearby building. I've done this so much, yet, the feel of the wind in my face, seconds stretching into moments, being airborne without any fear of what's below— it's absolutely amazing. I'm so used to it, but I can never get enough of this feeling. My feet hit the rooftop, making a firm smack, with a moment pause, but not a moment longer. I immediately get back to running, and then, I see it.

I see multiple people, no, creatures, about to devour the innocent girl, begging on her knees, knowing how they'll tear her up, letting her suffer before scarring her for life, possibly even end her. It shocks me how many inhumane people there are in this world, thinking of others as mere toys, discarding them when bored. The value of a human life is one I refuse to see being abused, so I quickly jump down from the roof, straight unto the cement, before looking straight into the gang's eyes. I see pure hatred, and cruelty.

"Well, well, looks like we got a little hero here," a man who I assume is their leader barks out, with all of his men sniggering at me. The girl only whimpers in fear more, and I only stare back harder in response. "What's wrong? You scared? Gonna cry to mommy?"

"Who the heck would cry to you? You're as scary as a kitty, and a big pile of disappointment. Your parents are probably pretending they never had a child, looking at how you turned out."

He only gets more pissed at me, the big snark on his face quickly turning into a menacing scowl.

"You're gonna wish you hadn't said that."

His gang starts backing up, all their threatening looks turning into looks of pure fear. I hear his gun click, and he directly points it at my face. His hand grips the handgun tightly, and he moves his finger to the trigger. "Time for me to finish you. Any last words, scummy brat?" I give out a chuckle before looking straight at the gun, which was directed straight through my forehead.

"Like I'd die to people like you."

"BANG!"

The gang's faces were a mix of fear and confusion, with a pinch of anger. I stood still, ignoring the past events completely. I crouched down, and picked up the broken bullet, which shattered as soon as it touched my skin. My fingers cascaded to the top of my forehead, where a small mark lay. It would fade in a minute anyway.

"Bullets don't work on me." I couldn't help but smirk. "So, you said you were gonna finish me?" To a human, he would have reacted back instantly. He retracted one of his arms back to grab a knife, and tried to grab my face and stab me. Too bad I'm not exactly human. I foresaw it all, and quickly pulled out my dagger, which was concealed below my hoodie.

"CLANG!"

The two knives clashed, but his knife quickly got sliced in half, the metal flinging off the wall. I slowly resheathed the dagger back in its scabbard, before pulling my hoodie over it. He dropped the broken knife, and started running away. Too bad I wasn't gonna let that happen. I propelled off the ground, catching up to the group in a blink of the eye, before slamming their leader straight in the back. I lost control of my strength for a moment, and he ended up crashing straight into a wall. I didn't have time for this. I gotta deal with these guys quickly. I soon began ricocheting off the narrow walls of the alleyway, pummeling gang member by member. I thought I had finished them off, and got a little cocky, until I realized one had escaped.

"Shoot." I ran out of the alleyway, and saw the guy who chickened out, and put his hand into a deathly grip before slamming him straight on the concrete. I immediately let go, trying not to severely hurt him. I don't hurt or kill. To me, that makes me no different than the inhumans out there. Then it hit me. The girl. I dashed back in the alleyway, to find her, completely backed up in fear.

"It's ok. They're gone now, you're safe."

I brought her out of the alleyway, and she gave me her appreciation for saving her. Nothing I haven't heard before. Might as well go now. "Wait!" she screamed, and I turned around in the blink of an eye. "Who are you?"

I get this question all the time, and I always give the same answer before dashing off. It hurts me to the bone to say this, but I can't sugarcoat it any more than it already is.

"Just a person—a person born with a blessing, and a curse."

A/N: This is my first fanfic, sorry for any grammatical errors, or if the story came out wrong, or something like that. I'm new to this, but I hope it turns out decent. It works as a one-shot, in a way, but depending how this story goes, I might continue it. I'm for sure going to at least make a second chapter. Who knows. Anyways, if you read it, thanks for reading, I'm getting used to this website, and even though I don't see it as much, I feel pride off this story.

Reviews are not needed, but highly appreciated. I want to know if I at least did decent. Thanks, and bye.