RoleplayChiQ
The Fierce
Hey guys! Please do read this 'plot' that I made. And if you're interested let me know, I have an idea for a really good 1x1 rp about this and you are more than welcome to share your ideas. PM or Comment me
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"No... No.... No...." A brunette girl with brown eyes sat on the floor of her room as she rocks back and forth like she was about to loose her mind. Her hands tightly clasped together, her tears streaming down her face.
"I- I didn't mean too..." She spoke, her voice throaty as she sobbed. She shook her head over and over convincing herself that i wasn't her fault, she didn't mean to do this... She never did.
Why? She wondered...
Why was she born with such a gift?
Is it even a gift if it is as dangerous as wielding a blade?
Why her?
Out of all the people in this world why her?
Is she alone?
Or is someone else out there suffering like her...
Then the image came back to her as she cried her heart out on the floor. She didn't mean to kill her step father, but she was sick of him beating her mother. She wasn't going to let him hurt her ever again... No, not anymore. She came to his room after yelling and beating her mother over something she wasn't sure what, and honestly. She didn't care... He was sitting on his bed, tools were right next to him as he was trying to fix the broken alarm clock he was ranting about the past couple of days. Cheap bastard, why not just buy a new one.
"You're not gonna hurt her... Tonight was the last one..." Her eyes glared at him as he stood up and lets out a scoff. With a thud he made his way towards her, his fist tight shut. "WHAT THE F*CK DID Y-"
Before he could even finish what he was going to say, he fell to his knees.... then he slumped down on the carpet. A screw driver plunged deep on the back of his head. Slowly blood started to pool at her feet. Quickly she slid out of his room and walked away like nothing happened.
"No... No it wasn't my fault...Oh no."
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"No... No.... No...." A brunette girl with brown eyes sat on the floor of her room as she rocks back and forth like she was about to loose her mind. Her hands tightly clasped together, her tears streaming down her face.
"I- I didn't mean too..." She spoke, her voice throaty as she sobbed. She shook her head over and over convincing herself that i wasn't her fault, she didn't mean to do this... She never did.
Why? She wondered...
Why was she born with such a gift?
Is it even a gift if it is as dangerous as wielding a blade?
Why her?
Out of all the people in this world why her?
Is she alone?
Or is someone else out there suffering like her...
Then the image came back to her as she cried her heart out on the floor. She didn't mean to kill her step father, but she was sick of him beating her mother. She wasn't going to let him hurt her ever again... No, not anymore. She came to his room after yelling and beating her mother over something she wasn't sure what, and honestly. She didn't care... He was sitting on his bed, tools were right next to him as he was trying to fix the broken alarm clock he was ranting about the past couple of days. Cheap bastard, why not just buy a new one.
"You're not gonna hurt her... Tonight was the last one..." Her eyes glared at him as he stood up and lets out a scoff. With a thud he made his way towards her, his fist tight shut. "WHAT THE F*CK DID Y-"
Before he could even finish what he was going to say, he fell to his knees.... then he slumped down on the carpet. A screw driver plunged deep on the back of his head. Slowly blood started to pool at her feet. Quickly she slid out of his room and walked away like nothing happened.
"No... No it wasn't my fault...Oh no."
