Fingernails dug into the scalp of a messy silver haired head which was burried into both hands of it's owner. A deep throaty growl escaped the boy's lips as a fist slammed into the mirror before him, causing the glass to crack and a few pieces to fall away. The boy looked up at the mirror and stared helplessly into the eyes of his broken up mirror counterpart.

"Why does this keep happening?" The boy asked under his breath, knowing it was pointless.

It's happened for the past week, only this time was different... this time he could see the little girl's face, and this time he realized that little girl was his sister. What was she trying to tell him? If she was even trying to tell him anything... or was she just plain haunting him...

The boy squeezed his eyes shut and with one shaking hand pinched the bridge of his nose.

Killer! Murderer! ... Monster!

The silver haired teen raised his head and looked into the face of his reflection. He leaned in closer to the reflection when he thought he saw something move. When he came closer to the mirror, the eyes before him slowly became a deep green, the lips became a plump pink and curled into wicked smile, and the hair grew into a long waterfall of wavy red. The boy flinched and took a step back from the sink. A low, slow taunting laughter ripped through the air. The boy's heart began to race and a wave of nausea washed over him as the image of the woman he once loved flashed before his eyes. In that heart stopping moment he saw her lip body swimming in a pool of red. His heart clenched as the image of her broken, bloody corpse seared into his memory.

"Monster!" The girl bellowed, smiling cruely at the boy. The boy's new mirror counterpart continually repeated the word and each time it said it, it's voice grew stronger, and with each word the reflection grew in size until it was about to burst out of the glass.

"Enough!" The boy yelled, backing up into the wall behind him, but the taunting wouldn't stop. Deep crimson red began to seep through the cracks in the mirror and spill onto the floor, then a sharp pain peirced the boy's head and he collaped to the ground.

"Stop!" He shouted, gripping his head and shutting his eyes against the seemingly endless laughter. The image of the girl he once gave his heart too once again flooded his mind.

Monster! Your a monster, a murderer!

"I'm ...sorry Ebony" The boy whispered, his heart clentched and a deep gut feeling came over him. He opened his eyes and stared down at his hands, but something wasn't right... suddenly a pool of dark blood sat in his hands and slowly, the slippery substance seeped through his fingers.

"No. no, no no!" He said over and over and he frantically tried to wipe his hands clean of the blood, but nothing he did helped. He stood up in a panic, rushed to the sink and with shaking hands he turned on the fauset but what poured out wasn't water. He was surrounded by red and nothing but red.

"Why?" A sad, soft feminin voice asked. The boy looked back up at the mirror to find that the woman behind the glass had changed composture. Tears streaked her bloody and dirt clotted face. Sadness, confusion and betrayal were all etched clearly onto her petite facial features.

"I loved you..." She said, chocking on her words when a large red smile crept across her face. That sickly red substance oozed from the wound and spilled in tricklets down her neck and breasts, staining her milky white skin.

"Ebony.."The boy said, reaching out for the girl, but when his hand made contact with the glass the girl fell to pieces and that silvery mess stood behind the broken glass once more.

"Ebony!" He cried, his voice resonating off the bathroom walls and leaving it's pain filled echo ringing in his ears.

"Why? Why torture me with this guilt like this?" He asked in a strained whisper, then burried his face into his hands and allowed the silent tears to rack his body once more.

After a few minutes he took a deep breath and managed to supresse his sadness and guilt and lock them once more into the back of his mind. He opened his eyes and looked back up at the mirror, relieved to find that it was him and only him that starred back.

"Pitiful... your just a sad mess!" He yelled, angry that he let himself become so weak.

A thick sheet of fog collecting at the edges of the mirror brought him out of his thoughts; he had forgotten he had left the water running. After peeling his clothes off he stepped into the shower. At first the water stung but soon it became a soothing waterfall.

Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he allowed the hot, steaming rush of water to wash his worries down the drain. Once he finished washing his hair and rinsing his body of suds he stepped out of the shower and patted himself dry, then towel dried his hair. With the towel now wrapped around his waist, he found himself in front of that dreadful and crack filled mirror once more.

At least I looked a little more... alive?

He thought, taking note of how the long, hot shower had given a bit of color to his other wise almost sickly pale complexion. Absent mindedly, he traced a large scar on his chest, following it, as it jaggedly cut across his skin at an angle.

He sighed and pulled on a red shirt then, let the towel drop before slipping on a pair of boxers, followed by a pair of dark colored ripped up jeans. He yawned, glanced back up at the mirror and observied his "outfit". The shirt hardly covered the tattoos he had on either shoulder.

Ah well, a jacket should take care of that.

As he thought this he pulled on a tattered and worn black leather jacket which he didn't bother to zip up. Next, he slipped on a pair of black leather boots, and pulled his jeans down to where they sort of ruffled up at the top of the boots.

Shoving a hand in his jacket pocket, he felt around for the all too familiar small box that slumbered there. When he pulled his hand out next, a cigarette came out with it. He placed the cigarette between his lips and walked out of the bathroom. He then picked up his bag which lay by the door and slung it over his shoulder. Nonchalantly, he checked the watch on his wrist; he had twenty minutes before school started.

As much as he hated school and being around crowds, he came to the conclusion that the best way to blend in with these people was to go to school like a normal seventeen year old, which he was anything but. Also, if he got to know these people a little maybe they could point him to the right direction and help him find what he came here for.

Once he was outside, and the door was locked securely behind him he lit the cigarette. Inhaling a deep breath of the intoxicating narcotic, he slumped up against the wall and allowed himself a moment of peace, before the chaos that was bound to ensue.

I am in complete control, I will not loose myself to the beast again

He mentally encouraged himself, or at least he tried, miserably at that. His stomach was wound in knots and his heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. He sighed and looked out toward the city, taking another hit and exhaling in a slow continuous breath, watching the smoke lazily drift off and disappear into the sky. He then decided it was time to go.

He pushed away from the wall and made his way down the stairs which rocked so violently under his weight, he thought they would collapse. But he guessed that was to be expected with a dirt cheap apartment. After a few minutes of wandering aimlessly around the parking lot, stalling, he had found the bike rack.

Once at the bike rack he freed his bike from it's restraints and straddled the battered old red Harley. With a bit of disdain he took one last, long drag of his cigarette then crushed it underfoot, and with a loud rev of the engine he was peeling out of the parking lot and shooting off toward the school.

In a matter of minutes he was pulling into the school parking lot. The loud roar of his bike's engine caused a few head to turn as a circled the school in search of a bike rack. After circling the school twice he found one, it was unsurprisingly empty.

He dismounted his bike and chained it up before shaking out his wind blown hair which was now dry. He could feel various eyes on him as he shrugged on his bag, pulled his hood over his head and made his way toward the school entrance.

Gees what's with the starring? Havent any of these kids seen a motorcycle before?

As he was walking into the school he passed a small group of kids his age. His eyes passed over a raven haired girl, and another with long blonde curls, but paused when they landed on the girl in black drab walking with them. He took in her deep red hair and her petite facial features, then her green eyes... green eyes which looked so much like Ebony's...then his vision became red once more and those bloody memories came rushing back at him.

The guilt hit him like a brick and he staggered back a few steps. Memories were flying at him in a jumbled rush. Faint, pain filled screamed echoed in the back of his mind. He tried desperatly to push the memories away and in his desperation he turned around and was just about to open the door when...

Stop!

One of the many voices in his head shouted, and he did just that, he stopped dead in his tracks. He took a deep breath, supressing the panic and guilt.

What are doing! Ebony's dead! And the only way you'll ever be able to be with her again is if you find the cure and fix this mess! You can't do that if you freak everytime you catch sight of a pair of green eyes. When did you become so weak?

"uhh hello?" A feminine voice broke through his thoughts, he looked down to find a girl about his height standing before him, waving a hand infront of his face.

"huh? oh uh... were you saying something? Sorry, I was..." He stuttered, leaving off in a mutter.

Weak!

"As I was saying, I'm Tucker, but you can call me Tee. I haven't seen you around here so I'm guessing your new, what's your name?" The black haired girl said with a cheeky smile, her hands behond her back, rocking on her feet.

What is up with this chick...

"Uhh... excuse me, I have to be somewhere" He said, brushing the girl off and heading toward the office.

"Wait! but I just..." The girl's voice faded behind him as the office door shut.

"Good morning" A woman who looked to be in her forties greeted him with a warm smile.

"Mornin' " He replied, with a small warm smile that matched the woman's almost exactly, only his was faked. There was a slight awkward silence before she spoke up again.

"Oh! uhm you must be Viddict Silvar. Goodness me, I'm sorry I should have recognized you as a new student" She gave me an apologetic look, and then started looking through a folder.

"it's fine, we all make mistakes after all" Viddict said, flashing her a sideways smile. She handed him his schedule and with a thank you, he left the office.

Once he left the office he bumped into the principle they both apologized for their clumsiness and she offered to show him to my first class. With another faked smile he took up her offer, he didn't want to get lost in this tiny school, I mean because that was so easy to do right? Anyway, he thought he'd just go with it and they walked down the hall, which was now empty; he didn't even realize how long he had been in the office.

After an awkward conversation about motorcycles, and how her husband loves them, they finally made it to the classroom . Viddict stood patiently outside the door as she stood in the doorway and greeted the teacher, explaining that he had gained a new student. The principal walked into the room and motioned for him to follow, he was hesitant at first, not exactly comfortable with being shown off to the class, but it's inevitable, so as reluctant as he was he walked into the room.

The first person his eyes landed on was her. The red haired girl he saw in the hallway earlier.

His heart nearly stopped when his eyes landed on hers.

She looks just like her...

He forced his gaze away from her, and tried to focus on the rest of the class but ended up looking at the ground instead.

Get ahold of yourself damn it!

"The bloody cheater! She 'ad cards up 'er sleeves the 'ole time!" A large burly man with a cigar hanging out of his mouth yelled, holding the wrist of the girl in question and pulling the cards out of her sleeve.

"Whad ya say we teach this here gyp a lesson ey boys?" The man beside him said with a wicked smile, motioning for his "boys" to follow. The other men at the poker table soon stood up, dropping their cards onto the table, some taking another swig of their alcohol, others grunting in frustration.

"Let me go." The girl said simply, venom lacing her words.

"Ya cheated us outta our money an now ya gonna pay!" The man laughed, his lips curling up, revealing his rotten teeth. The rank oder of his alcohol breath reaching the nostrils of the girl.

"How about if I do ya one better handsome." The girl said in a seductive tone, the lie slipping through her teeth with ease.

"Oh ya? What'ya have in mind doll face." The man replied, gripping the girl by her waist and pulling her closer. She was sure of what he had in mind, and it could be described in one single word, rape. He had it written all over his face, and if she were any other ordinary girl she would have been scared out of her mind, trying to escape. But an ordinary girl, she was not.

"It's a surprise." The girl cooed into the man's ear, pulling away from him and trailing a finger under his chin while slowly walking away from him.

A grin made its way onto the man's face as he followed after her, signaling his "boys" to stay back with his other hand.

The girl lead him into the alley way behind the bar, and pushed the man up against the wall. The man looked the girl up and down, taking in first, her black high heeled boots followed by her skin tight black ripped jeans which were just low enough to give the man a peak at her thong, then up to the black and white corset which ended just above her belly button, the ring attatched glistened in the moonlight.

The girl leaned forward, her lips brushing up against the man's ear sending chills down his spin.

"First, tell me a secret" The girl whispered, gently rubbing her leg against the mans inner thigh, and running her fingers down his torso.

"A...anything." The man stuttered under the girl's grasp.

"Tell me, what is your greatest fear." The girl asked, biting at the man's collar bone.

"My greatest fear eh?" The man asked, groaning under the pressure of the girl's lips. A side ways smile crept onto the girls face as she looked up at him, her large hazel eyes seemed to look straight through him.

"What do I get if I tell ya?" The man replied, gripping the front of the girls jeans and pulling her closer.

"You'll never find out if you don't" The girl replied, placing her hands atop the man's and pulling them away from her, then backed away from the man slowly, leaving behind the soft touch of her fingers. She began to walk in the other direction, her hips swaying to the rhythm of her steps, hypnotizing the man stuck up against the wall.

"Why do ya wanna know my fears eh?" The man asked a little suspisious.

"You aint one'a those freaks wit' sum fucked up fetish are ya?" He asked, his eyes narrowing for a second.

"Oh, no no you've got me all wrong big guy. But, look if ya wanna play it that way, I'll leave" The girl replied, the heels of her boots clicking against the ground.

"I uhh.. no no wait! I didn't mean it like that! It's just that well, ya can neva be too careful ya know? Besides, even if ya were a freak..." The man trailed off when the girl turned back toward him.

"You'd want me even more" The girl finished, slowly walking back up to the man.

"It's alright hon, it's only a question" The girl said with a light laugh, hooking her fingers in the mans belt loops and thrusting her hips forward.

"S...spiders" The man whispered, a crooked smile playing at his lips.

"I don't believe a big, strong man like you would be afraid of a little spider." The girl replied, trailing her fingers along the man;s jaw line, then shoving him into the wall. Regardless of her size compared to the man, he slammed into the wall with a soft thud.

"I.." The man began to say but was cut off when the girl's hand found it's way down to his crotch playfully.

"You are one nasty bastard." The girl gasped when the man grabbed the back of her jeans.

The man laughed at what the girl said, and a sly smile made its way onto the girls lips before she leaned in for the fatal kiss. As the girl pulled away from the man he took a desperate breath of air and seemed to melt into the wall.

"Wanna know my biggest secret" The girl whispered into the man's ear. The man nodded in reply, eager for more.

"I am one of those freaks, and that kiss just sealed your fate" The girl said, her lips curling into malignant smile.

The man's eyes grew wide as he realized what she said.

"I don believe ya! Lying bitch! Get back here so I can..." He tried to say but was cut off.

"Do what eh? rape me like you've done to so many others?" The girl asked, backing away from the man.

"Not anymore lard ass, your days of rape and murder are over, as well as your life" She yelled.

"What the hell, how do ya? I never killed no one! Fucking cheating bitch, you'll pay for this!" The man yelled angrily and made a move for the girl but stopped when a searing pain shot through his head.

"Uh uh uh" She tisked "I don't think you understand. You see I have this thing for poison, and while you were distracted with a kiss, which was rather sloppy I might add, I stuck you with a pin sized needle coated with a poison. It's a type of hallucigen, only with my special touch" The girl said, her light brown eyes boring into the man's eyes.

"Were going to play a game of survivor, it's one of my favorites" The girl said seductively, and laughed lightly. The man tried to open his mouth but all he got out of it was another wave of pain which brought him to his knees.

"Man v.s man's biggest fear?" She taunted. The man shook his head violently in reply.

"Good bye you mother fucking bastard" The girl said, venom dripping from her every word then walked away.

When the man's whimpering cries caught her attention she turned around.

"Oh don't worry hon, we'll meet again sometime, in hell that is" And with that she walked away, leaving the man to his fate.

As she walked to the other side of the alley she wiped her mouth clean of the disgusting residue left from the sloppy kiss. As she reached the end of the alley she could hear the man screaming behind her. Satisfaction was the only thing she felt as she let the poison take over his mind and brought his biggest fears to life.

Not long after, a gun shot could be heard along with the sickening, guttural sounds coming from the man's throat as a large red bubble formed in his mouth before it popped and his body fell limp.

Slow singled out clapping stopped the girl in her tracks. She pivoted in her spot and came face to face with a tall, dark haired man in dark drab.

"Gotta hand it to ya, that was pretty creative... and impressive of course"

Hmmm I did warn you about the rating didn't I? Sorry my writing can get a bit gruesome and descriptive, don't like? Don't read. Anyway, I'll be posting the cast list as of now in the next chapter in "Idea for oc story" I still need more ocs so please submit!

Hope ya all liked it! Let me know what ya thought of it :)