Don't own the characters...

Ebony's point of view.


Poor Ebony, she was so tortured by her family and Mega. She had no control due to the helmet. Poor, poor Ebony.

Right, like anyone even thought these words. Sadly enough they're true. I had power like that of the Locos for that little while. But it wasn't mine. Let it be said that I fully admit for once that I was not in complete control. That is, until Slade made me realize what was really going on. Then I came back full force.

Yet, I still got my way. I still helped to overthrow yet another testosterone filled tyrant in order to gain what I wanted. It's that certain talent I've had... it never has failed in that case. Ram fell for it hook, line and sinker. Zoot before him. I didn't even have to marry Mega to overthrow him! I must be getting better, am I right?

Then, why?

Why, oh why, do I never get the ones I truly love? Why is it every time that I find someone that I could truly be happy with, they leave me for someone else? Am I never any good? Do I have to bring more proof? Do I have to be that blonde-haired eco that just seems to eminate the sweet scent that only those I care for succumb to? Is it that I, first and foremost just a girl like those that every man should have, be forsaken so every time that I desire to find my one and only?

It cannot be only my fault. I am not so sickening as everyone says. Bray had loved me, hadn't he? Until that wench got pregnant. What about Jay? We had run away together to finally gain peace, and Amber dashed it all to bits! I knew that she wanted him for herself, just like Bray. And Amber always gets what she wants, doesn't she?

But not me. I get those few moments with them, and then they're off into Amber's arms. Just pass me by, will you? Save me the heartache! I need no more of this fear that every time I want to be with someone for real, giving my heart to them fully, that she will swoop in and claim what was mine!

Let it be said that if I ever die alone, that I did love. Let it be known that she took from me the only compassion that was left in me, the power-hungry she-tyrant. I didn't ask to be thrown away like a cheap toy, and now you know.

It was not me who was at fault for villainy.