This is for the mission! Hope you all enjoy it!
I felt a light shake of my shoulder, and I slowly opened my eyes. I found my father sitting on the edge of the bed as he always did. Though, when I was younger, he would kiss me on the forhead and give me a big hug, which was when he would tickle my sides to really get me awake. Now though, he got back up, smiling and returned back downstairs.
But then I realized that wasn't real. My father wasn't really there, he couldn't be. He was dead. Just like how my mother was gone, out of my life forever, as she had voiced quite loudly the day she left me when I was ten to fend for myself.
Rushing down the stairs, I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder and proceeded to go to school.
Stepping into the classroom, I saw that everyone was already in their seats- I was a few minutes late. I sat where I usually sat, in the back. I did have friends and they were the only ones that actually made coming to school bareable. Though, they didn't accept me, they tolerated me.
Classes throughout the morning went ok. I was ignored by everyone, but that was the norm. I delt with that. It no longer hurt. The teachers weren't any different than the students. They didn't know how to deal with me so they left me alone. Though, everyonce in awhile they would call on me, but that was just so they weren't really singling me out.
Lunch was the worst because I had to sit by myself. My 'friends' didn't have the same lunch as I did, so I was alone. As I was carrying my tray to my seat, which was always the same one- in the corner by the windows so I could see the outside, my favorite place to be- the biggest jock of the school rammed right into me, flipping my tray of food onto my shirt.
I took a steading breath to keep myself from transforming and ripping him to shreds. I pushed passed him and ran to the bathroom where I cleaned myself up the best that I could. But it was spaghetti day, and it stained my white blouse. Luckily, I had a sweatshirt in my locker I could use.
In the next class, I was doodling in my notebook, not actually paying attention when I was called on in class. I looked to my friends, but they were of no help. I didn't know the answer.
"She's too stupid to know the answer," one student spoke up. "Being a halfer messes with their brains!"
All the kids laughed, including the teacher. I stood up and turned around, glaring at the kid who was a desk behind me. "What? Did I hurt your feelings? Halfers have feelings?"
I had taken this injustice for all of my life, first from my own mother and then my classmates and complete strangers. All of them saying the same thing: that I'm a freak no one would ever want me. As right as they may be, I didn't need to hear that; I thought of it everyday.
I cocked my arm back, punching the kid in the face, breaking his nose. "No sh** a**hole!" I screamed at him.
He held his nose as blood poured like a fountain onto his clothes. All the kids stared in quiet awe.
"Does it hurt? Didn't think a jerk like you could feel pain?" I said as I sat back down in my seat.
The kid rushed out of the room to the nurses office, and I was sent to the principle and was suspended for two days, though I had to finish the day for some reason.
As I kept to myself in the halls, I could feel the cold stares from whole student body. It was clear I was not welcome here. So what did I do? I ran away! I dropped out of school and never looked back. It was then that I totally engrossed myself in the search of harmony.
If there was ever such a place as Harmony, I knew it wasn't going to be easy to find, but I felt the destination would be well worth it. I didn't want to stay here with the humans; they didn't understand. Even the psychologists and doctors didn't understand. All they wanted to do were tests, and I was not some lab rat.
I was a person is an individual of distinction or importance. I was an individual of distinction as was everyone else. I am important. I may not be the same as everyone else in that I could transform, but I looked like everyone else, and I acted like all of them.
So, why did they have to judge me because I'm different? Why are people scared of people that aren't the same as them, but then they complain when someone copies them. It didn't make any sense to me. A person's a person no matter how small, how big, or how different they may seem.
I hope that was good!
"Will you join me?" I asked the street-boy at my feet.
He glared at me, "Who said that I don't like this life in the first place?!"
Staring at him with no emeotion, I answered, "You did, with your eyes."
This startled him. I had him now. This boy was agile and a fast-learner. He would be important to the team.
"If you come with me, I can teach you things like that. I can teach you about people. An assassins job is not just killing," I told him.
He hesitated for a moment but then said, "Sure. I'll go with you."
I handed him a GPS system, saying that the coordinates were already on there.
"You're not coming?" he asked.
I shook my head and ran out of the city. Into a forest.
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A few days later, I overheard a few men saying somehting about a group of halfers adn how they were going to ambush them tonight.
Hiding my resentment and hatred toward these men, I politely asked them where and when this would occur.
They told me on the big hill on the east of town and after the sun went down.
Running quickly, I made it to the hill and kept my distance.
When they attcked later on, I observed from my spot.
The halfers were skilled and fought with great strength. Three of these stood out tremendously. A panther who lost control when the mongoose-girl died, a rat-girl with a strange sword, adn a boy who ran off and blew up the vans.
The boy was human and ....familiar.
So was the girl...
I tracked the group when they fled and remained hidden until they came to a clearing.
Making up my mind, I grabbed the rat-girl's arm.
Without raising an alarm, she flung me into the air and brought out her sword.
Twisting my arm out of her grasp, I flipped around and landed on my feet with my gun pointed at her.
"You're quick, Kasumi," I laughed.
"How do you know my name?" she asked with caution.
Pointing with my gun at her skin, I answered, "By your scars of course! you ARE the legendary Soricid, are you not?"
She glared, "not anymore."
Continue?
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sounds kinda lik black Cat, rite? XD
OK :D Well I had this idea for a while I just never got around to posting it >_>'
So yha you know people are going back to school(OR COLLEGE!!!
lol XD) but yes anyway I made this challenge school them ^^' IK just what you want right T_T'
Drawing Way!!!
Draw your OC/OCs(yha if you have more than one you can do them) in a school uniform. And by that dudes in like dress pants and girls skirts. I would like for it to be color but it doesn't have to be.
Writeing Way!!!
Write about your OC/OCs going back to school XD Have them go back to friends(if any), just a day of normal before they met the group. A normal day at school...Well the most normal it can be since there halfers...
OK you could argue with me forever that your OC doesn't go to school (they couldn't afford it or whatever) just pretend ^^' And take into accustom of what age they are (or what age they look like Io Seth XD and mach them up with the grade(ie. Sky is 14 so she would be a freshmen or 8 grade.)
Have fun!!! :D
Love Yaz~!
-Poochy-
Name: Aditi
Type of Animal: Horse
Looks: Very pale. Wears mini skirts (shorts underneath) and mostly strap-less shirts. Doesn't like to wear shoes. Has many tattoos but no piercings.
What They Look Like As A Animal:A white horse with a gold mane and tail. the horse has tattoos on it XD
Age: 17
Eye Color: blue-green
Hair: straight, long, golden (blonde) hair.
Personality: Very-straight-forward. She likes getting into a conversation and expressing her views. She doesn't take "no" for an answer.
Gender: Girl
Past: Not much is known. She was in the rebellion in the Agnecy where Kasumi and Tamotsu worked.
Relation Ship: none but is looking for teh right man.
Family: unknown
She's an assassin at the New Agnecy (i havnt thought up a name yet XD) who believed that the old Agency was too soft and weak. She is on the board of directors (?) at the New Agency and is currently gathering new recruits.
Unlike Kasumi and Tamotsu, Aditi carries a gun made from pearls(well the handle neway).
YOZ! ^^' Oks well this should have gone in the last post but I forgot the mission ended yesterday >_>" Sorry XD
Well anywho thanx for the(3)people who did the challenge! ^_^ And Moonsailor your pic once its done will still count ^_^' It must have been hard since there are 30 people(Yha I got bored and counted) and people kept adding some OCs and not everyone has reference pics....
Soooooo...*forgets what she was saying...* RIGHT! OK the intro I will be using isssssssssssss...*drum roll* Luffysister's! ^_^ Congrats! :D Sorry Amestar :-/ But anx for doing one any way! ;)
And "A Fusion" By Gem! ^_^ Thanx!!!! ;D
OH and for the ranks what do you think of this?
Halfling: 0-75
Prey: 76-150
Hunter/Huntress:(depends on gender :P) 151-250
Predator: 251-350
Wild: 351-499
Beast: 500+
>_< OK they might be changed cause I thought of them in a few min....But the'll work for now~! ^^' Sorry Hunter/Huntress and Predator are kinda the same >_>' But Predator sounded cool XD And it fit with Prey.
Ok...I think thats it now...
Love Yaz~!
-Poochy/Sky/Sora/David-
