“His dark eyes follow the bloodied weapon as it was released from the other’s shaking grasp, falling onto the perfectly clean tiles and staining them with droplets of the thick crimson liquid.” I began. “That knocked the breath right out of him, his breath hitching in his throat at the revolting sight before him, his already pale skin almost turning white. His brain couldn’t comprehend anything at the moment, his inhalation so irregular that it seemed like he forgot the one thing he was born doing.” I paused for a moment, recollecting my breath before continuing: “Suddenly and all at once, thoughts filled with fear, worry and regret flooded his mind and for a few minutes, that’s all he could think of. It looks as if he’s almost frozen in time, paralyzed by the shock and terror of committing such a despicable crime, although the sound of his quickened, crooked breathing’s the only way one could tell that he wasn’t in fact a statue.” I concluded, hiding the papers behind my back as I slowly raise my head, taking in the sight of the seemingly shocked audience. Why do they seem so surprised? Why are all of them looking at me like that? It’s supposed to be a mystery, and I so happen to like open endings. Why are they all wearing obvious masks of astonishment on their shady faces?

“Th-That was.. Quite interesting.. Don’t you agree, class?” I focus my narrowed eyes on the teacher who was now smiling nervously at me and the group of still fazed students behind me. Seeing that made me realise why. It made me realise why all of them are looking at me like that. It also caused a smirk to spread across my face, and a small chuckle left my parted lips. They were mimicking the male in my narrative, how shocked he was. With a satisfied grin on my face, I make my way back to my seat, settling down and offering my now wary peers yet another smile.

The rest of the school day went by pretty quick, and night had already fallen by the time I arrived back home. “Ah.. Home sweet home.” I mutter softly, beaming as I stride in, waving to my mum and father who happen to be sitting on the couch per usual. “Hmm..” humming in slight thought, I glance at them, sceptical about why they would never move off that couch. “Hey. I’m home.” I greet, pulling on a smile, the fake one, though, the one they were used to. Naturally, they ignored me, but I lean down to kiss my dear mother’s cheek nevertheless, nodding my head towards my dad. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” The smile I had on my face soon disappeared as I stare into my mother’s pale blue eyes. “I love you mum..” with that said, I turn away, heading up the stairs with a sigh. It was much better back when they could talk.

After spending a few hours of worthless typing on my computer, I hear the doorbell go quite a few times. More than curious, I lean over my desk, slowly and cautiously pulling the curtains to the side, giving myself enough space to get a nice look of the man in the blue uniform out the door. A small grin spread across my features. “Took you long enough.” With a sigh, I get up and off my chair, heading downstairs slowly. Just before opening the door, I glance over at my still parents, sighing yet again. “They’re here for you.. I just know it.”

I could hear the knocking getting louder and more rapid, “They’re going to break in mother..” I state, my voice becoming a bit shaky. “Why am I feeling this? I-I felt nothing of this when I actually.. did it.” The knocking felt almost deafening, the constant sound of quick but hard slams against the door matching my racing heart. “But.. I won’t cry.. I won’t cry father. I.. I’m a man. I.. I won’t cry. I-” I could barely say it as I hear the door being broken down and instantly my body grew rigid.

Everything going on at that exact moment, the police breaking in, the gasps the shouting the yelling, it simply faded away as I stood facing away from them and gazing at the pure white sheets on the kitchen table. It seemed almost as if I can see myself do it all again. The way my dark eyes followed the bloodied weapon as it was released from my own shaking grasp, falling onto the perfectly clean tiles and staining them with droplets of the thick crimson liquid. That knocked the breath right out of me, my breath hitching in my throat at the revolting sight before me, the already pale skin I have almost turning white. I remember how my brain couldn’t comprehend anything at that moment, my inhalation so irregular that it seemed like I forgot the one thing I was born doing. Then, all of a sudden, thoughts filled with fear, worry and regret flooded my mind and for a few minutes, that’s all I could think of, just like right now.

“I lost myself father.” I whisper, feeling my weak, sweaty and shaking body being dragged away forcefully. My eyes were still on my father’s dead ones and I didn’t dare look away, even though my vision blurred and the bulge in my throat became intolerable.

“I-I lost myself.. Somewhere in the cold, menacing darkness.”

• Name: Alisha

• Age: 17-21

• Birth date: January 29th 1995-1999

• Occupation: Merely a dog trainer to humans though she has the ability to train much more unnatural creatures

• Height: 5'3

• Weight: 105lbs

• Eye colour: Dark purple eyes.

• Hair colour: A light dirty blond shade.

• Health issues: Mental illness: Anxiety.

• Tattoos/Scars: none.

• Power/What makes her different: Alisha has the ability to confront animals. She understands them, how they feel, what they want and what they don't. She's been raised alongside two abnormally colored and shaped gazelle-like light purple creatures. They were the closest thing to family she ever had and she understood them quite well, as if they spoke to her.

• Persona: She's always quiet. Most of the time. She barely ever speaks to others cause of her anxiety. She'd much rather talk to animals and such and simply ignore humans. She's a mistry, seemingly blank and empty though she's filled with curiousity. Being raised by two supernatural creatures doesn't give you much knowledge about humans themselves.. it's as if she's a light purple gazelle herself.

• Quotes:
~"I thought only wolves have teeth that sharp.."~

~"I-I don't really know what I specify as but.. I'd like to think that I'm at least half human."~

~"That sounds terrible but.. why are you telling me this?"~

• Name: Lucas

• Age: 17-21

• Birth date: August 18th 1995-1999

• Occupation: The boy works for his father's writing company as an editor at this young age due to his father forcing him to take literature and writing classes even though he would much rather be playing the piano and singing.

• Height: 5'2

• Weight: 94lbs

• Eye colour: Dark blue eyes.

• Hair colour: A dark shade of black.

• Health issues: Physical illness: Stress. (Cause of all the work he'd much rather not do))

• Tattoos/Scars: none. (Cause he's not allowed to)

• Usual attire: Lucas is uasually seen in his work attire where the boy is forced to wear dark colored pants and a button up. In school (or college), the boy's seen wearing more comfortable baggy clothing such as loose long sleeved sweaters and sweat pants.

• Persona: He's one basically dreading the positions he is in. Due to this, his attitude towards people he's forced to interact with can be quite bitter and disrespectful. He doesn't seem to notice it since he's too busy dreading his and not truly knowing who he is nor who he wants to be.

• Quotes:
~"I'm supposed to be in college father.. not here doing your dirty work for you."~

~"And even if I haven't been in situations like that, I'm pretty sure a (age) year old like me would be able to handle it just fine."~

~"Y-you're an idiot.."~

~"I'm not sorry but I can't imagine anyone falling for you. It sounds too damn wrong."~

~"Oh great, you're not only a psychopath, but a stalker too? What a great f***ing combination!"~

• Name: Haruka

• Age: 17-21

• Birth date: Jully 18th 1995-1999

• Occupation: Works part time at a store.

• Height: 5'4

• Weight: 95lbs

• Eye colour: Bright green eyes.

• Hair colour: Very Dark, almost black dark blue hair.

• Health issues: none.

• Tattoos/Scars: none.

• Usual attire: You will never see Haruka wearing a Tshirt. He almost always wears long sleeved shirts which are usually black, blue or grey. He's a hoodie kind of guy and always wears darker colored jeans or pants.

• Persona: Haruka can easily get worked up, even over the simplest of things. He doesn't truly know nor does he realize that he's doing it. The boy can also be playful, partially nice and considerate only if others look past his slightly snarky attitude.

• Quotes:

• Name: Hauke

• Age: 17-21

• Birth date: June 18th 1995-1999

• Occupation: Not working yet though he hopes to be a writer.

• Height: 5'1

• Weight: 85lbs

• Eye colour: Lighr hazel green eyes.

• Hair colour: Very pale almost white shade of pink.

• Health issues: Physical illness: slight anorexia. (Comes and goes) *not dangerous*

• Tattoos/Scars: a small almost sun shaped birth mark right under his collar bone.

• Usual attire: Hauke usually wears light pastel yellow, blue or pink baggy sweaters or long sleeved shirts since he's comfortable more in them and feels more inspired to write whilst wearing bright colors. He wears them along with black or whit pants or shorts.

• Persona: He's one of the most positive people most will ever meet. Has quite a playful attitude and likes fooling around with people he's comfortable with, though he's serious when it comes to what he likes, which is writing.

• Quotes: