Hero Or Villain

Chapter one:Running

Diana's POV:

I have been running for hours, not wanting to be found by him. It is about 9:00 and after dusk I have to find the house I was told to hide in. Looking over to my right I see a house with two stories and run over to it knocking on the door hoping that someone was there and awake. I was about to turn and run away. I heard the door knob turn. The person behind the door looked to be about 15 or 16. He has bright red hair and deep blue eyes. He had a few scars that looked like burns but he looked kind. I spoke out once he opened the door wide enough.

"I'm sorry to bother you but could I come inside I need to hide and my brother said this was the house to go in an emergency." I spoke clearly from the practice I have had for a few years.

He looked like he expected this to happen and he gave me a curious look then spoke out.

"Who's your brother?"

"Tw-ice."

He opened the door further and let me in. He took me to a room up the stairs and two doors to the left. Once he opened the door I saw my brother, well He is my step brother but I call him my brother. I also saw a girl with yellow hair and eyes and a boy with blue hair but his face had scars all over. I ran to my brother and hugged his leg as I started to tear up. He looked at me and keeled in front of me to get eye level with a concerned look in his face.

     "Hey what's wrong why are you crying." he said looking at me then he saw my bloody shoulders and looked at the girl but I spoke first.

   " Clo-set, He fin-d me. "

He looked at the girl telling her with a stern but kind and caring tone.

     "Toga get her bandaged up, bathed and some new clothes. Toya could you please make her some food but whatever you do don't make too much for her just about half what you would give Toga."

Brother took me to the bathroom and sat me down on the counter and asked me. "How long were you running and how many?"

     "A f-f-few hours..". I held out my hand and put my fingers out to signal 21. It was kinda hard to speak. I was always told to keep quiet so it was hard to learn how to talk. He looked angry but not.. at me?..

He walked back out of the bathroom, over to the boy with light blue hair. The boy looked sad but trying to hide it like I did when I was hurt and didn't want brother to get mad. I decided to walk over to him. Once he noticed I was in front of him he asked me. "Wha'cha doing kid?"

I gave him a hug and said what brother said to me to make me feel better. "I-it's fine to be no-t o-k you don-'t ha-ve to b-e hap-p-y all the t-t-time." I broke the hug and put my hand out hoping brother could explain why.

"She's asking your promotion to touch your face to heal it, Shiggy." Brother was some what shocked but I didn't really care why at the moment.

The boy 'Shiggy' was hesitant but he leaned forward closing his eyes. I touched his for head once I did my hand had a small light blue glow that turned bright. I closed my eyes and I walked through his memories with him I reopened my eyes and let go of him.

"you-r wou-nds...like m-ine ." By the time I had said that Shiggy had given me a big hug but pulled away quickly, his sleeves on his light blue hoodie was covered now in my blood. I was getting dizzy and it was getting dark. "I d-don-'t f-feel g-good." It got completely dark and I fell asleep.

When I woke up I slowly sat up, I was in a coral pink room and the bed seats were a dark blue. I look down at what I'm wearing. I had a pair of black sleep shorts and a big T-shirt with a blue dragon on it. I looked around the room and found a door that looked like it led out of the room. I was hesitant but I got up to get to the door but I fell right next to the bed with a big plop. A few short moments later I hear footsteps coming up what sounds to be stairs and out of habit and fear I tried to move away from the door but my legs were to weak. I look up to see the light blue haired boy rushing over to me. I flinch covering my face with my hands and covering my stomach with my knees.

Shiggy's POV:

Once I heard a small thud coming from the room Twice's step sister Diana was sleeping in for the past 3 days. Her scars and the whole situation was just crazy. I was put on babysitting job wile Twice, Toya and Toga went to get help from a pro that Toya knows. Once I got to her room she was on the floor I rushed to her and she was backing away covering herself flinching. I remembered that's how I was when I first was found and I backed up a little.

"Hey I'm sorry I scared you I wanted to make sure you're alright you sounded like you hit the floor pretty hard...." she looked at me and then she said something.

"d-id y-u He--p m-e?"

She points to her back. She sounded like she had trouble speaking but I understood what she said. Toga and I both had to clean her wounds as she had so many.

"Yes I did with the help of my friend I have some clothes and food for you In the kitchen." I look at her legs they look pretty weak that might be why she fell.

"do you need help to get there?" She looked at me like she has never been asked if she needed help but slowly knotted her head.

I slowly walked closer to her making sure I don't scare her and bend down. I hover my hand over her arm and wait till she lifts it to put it over my shoulder to pick her up. Once we got to the kitchen down stairs I helped her to a chair and gave her two pieces of toast. She looked at him with big thankful eyes.

"Th-an-k yo-u so m-uch Shiggy!"

I never thought a few peace's of toast would make someone so happy. She ate her food and was fidgeting with her finger nails afterwards. She healed some of my scars three nights ago but I am so happy she did anything like that. She tapped me getting my attention and as she spoke she made gestures to things to help her speak.

"Wh-t y--u Pow-r?" She pointed to me.

"Well I can make things decay with all five fingers and that is why I wear gloves with one finger gone." I explained to her she looked like she thought it was cool but I thought she would be scared.

"I Ca-nt get hu-rt by Pow-er and I Heal o--th--ers."

"That's so cool. How old are you? I'm 17."

She put up both of her first fingers.

"your 11 years old?" I said in surprise.

She nodded her head. She has stormy grey eyes and dark red, maybe auburn hair put in a braid down her back. I know none of us can take care of her the way she need and that kind of hurt. She is sweet and deserves a good home.