Monday morning, while walking through the park with a close friend, Mat, he stops, turning to me. " Pink, what are you exactly, a demon?" He asked, and I kinda froze. What am I? Hell, what a easy question Mat. " I don't really know." I replied. I've never knewn. Also, what kind of question is this? We're literaly on a walk in the park. " How do you not know your own family heritage?" He asked, a hint of annoyance behind his voice. " I've never been told!" I said, continuing on the trail, " or asked.". Mat began to follow after a while of staring, replying with a snarky remark, " You should.". I think I already know that jackass. Last time I look stupid in front of someone like him. But he is right, I reallly need to ask. I've went 25 years without knowing what exactly I am. Twenty-five. Hella embrassing, at least everyone else on this earth knows a little about themselves, just from looking in the mirror. I don't get much from looking in a mirror. Not many people around here are fucking purple. Well, expect my family, of course. My mothers side of the family to be specific. She's purple, her sibilings are, her dad is, his mom is, bet her dad is too. At least I think, never really speak to that part of the family that much. At least since my father died. Speakin' of that bastard, I don't look a ounce like him. He's a basic white guy with black hair and bright blue eyes. Or at least he was. Aren't blue eyes like some dominant trait? Why don't I have blue eyes? Mine's are just as black as my mother's. But speaking of my mother, I should ask her about this. She has to know at least a little bit.It was late when I got home. The house smelt like cookies and pasta. " Mama-"," Pink! You're home, just in time for dinner!" She sadi interrupping me. " No, Mama, I'm not hungry, I wamted to ask you something.". She tilted her head, taking those ugly oven mits off and facing me, " Well, what is it Baby?". I took a minute to figure out how to frase this before speaking. " What are we?". She looked at me like a was speaking a whole different languae, " What do you mean?". " Like, our heritage. What are we?" I asked again, and her face shifted from one of confusion to one of shame. " As much as I would love to tell you, I don't know Dear." She said. All I could utter was a simple "Damn". So much for figuring this out in one day. She didn't even know. Who the hell was I supposed to ask now?. As I was thinking, my phone vibrated. Not gonna lie, it scared me a bit, but either way, I took it out and looked at the messager notification. Coffee.. "Wanna come over? Got beer." Coffee, she was a client I had at an adult party four years ago when she was twenty-five. But after a couple drinks on her roof and a couple times I found myself in some of her crime scenes, we kept in touch. Friends, if you will. Not many people can say that they're friends with a serial killer.. But I can, and I also have nothing better to do.. So why not?. I replied before looking back at my mother. " Thank you Mama, Imma head out.". She nodded in response, so I left.
Pacing back and forth, I muttered to myself as the masked murderer on the couch watched, leaning over the head on the couch. Her voice sent a shiver down my spine but I looked at her after she said, "Oliver? You good?". Oliver.. Out of everyone I know she's the only one to call me by my middle name. " No! " I shouted, watching as she slightly shifted in her spot. " My whole life I've never thought to ask about my family's history! Now I'm here and there's this burning feeling to find out!" I said, all in one breath. " But I don't know where to start.." I said after a long pause, crossing my arms. The room fell silent, the only sound being the sound of the ceiling fan. After a while, I felt a gloved hand on my shoulder. " We'll find out where your family stims from! And I'll be sure to do anything to help!" She said with an reassuring tone. I stared at her mask for a second before smiling, " Thanks C..". She hummed, mostly likely, hopefully too, smiling back, " No problem.. " She said, before begining to walk off. "Now! If we're gonna find this out, we gotta start soon! Come on!" She said with a chippy voice.
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The Bloodline Beyond
Misterio / SuspensoA purple skinned guy named Pink on a Journey to find out who his family or how his family came to be after years of not being told. Marxyn is not my character, credits to his creator Kaventon is not my character, credits to his creator: @K4v3nD1stl...