Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN WITCH HUNTER ROBIN! I do own Morri, though.
Title: The tale of Witch Hunter Morri
Prologue
The door swung open when a happy family of three carrying shopping bags and they were greeted by a small fluffy dog that could be called a fluff ball.
"Hey, Mallie, girl! Glad we're home?" asked the young girl while ruffling the dog's scraggily brown and white hair (yes, her dog has HAIR not fur!). "Mom, I'm gunna change, 'k?"
"Of course honey-bunny," her mom said. "Are you going to take your shower tomorrow morning, Loti (this is her original name before), dear?"
"DUH," chimed Morri flashing a grin while she skipped to her room, her short brunette and red highlighted locks bouncing. Morri opened her door to her room and started to hum a little tune. She scanned around her messy, dirty room; the room of an average teen living in an apartment. Her eyes stopped on two pictures, the two pictures of her friends. She felt her eyes well up with tears as she looked at the picture taken only 6 weeks ago, then the one taken 2 years ago. She sighed. She remembered the people in the pictures. The one taken 6 weeks ago was of her late friends. They looked ecstatic, grinning back at her. Then that night, they were both killed, within only HOURS of each other. Morri had been devastated because she became friends with them only a week before. She sighed again then walked into her room.
She had finished getting changed and she had dinner so she went online to talk to her friends that were on AIM (I don't own AIM!) when she heard a crash, a scream, and then her father's shout. She looked out and was greeted by a carpet of red.
"Hehehehe. Time to die little girl," an icy voice said in her ear. The last thing she remembered before she blacked was a man's voice shouting, "Freeze!"