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Blood & Poison (CP OC Story)

The wind blasted through the window letting baseball sized hail and rain into the room. I went over to the window limping as I closed the basement window, my shivering, starving, and pitiful seven-year old body using all it's strength to close the very high window. I sat down on the cold basement floor feeling it's frigidness of its corners.

Oh, right I forgot to introduce myself well anyways, my name is Ruby, Ruby Tarnish. My parents usually did this to me seeing if I learned my lesson or not, mostly because I get blamed for things my brother and sister did. Ha! I even get blamed for things most kid's did in school or class, or even grown-up's around the neighborhood! It always seemed like I was a target for these kinda things. Kid's always made fun of me by calling me "Bad luck Blood" or "Hit the target Ruby" or even just "Blood" since I always did like the color Blood Red. You see, it wouldn't really matter if this town wasn't called "The Happy Fun Safe place" or "The perfect Town for you" and how people always say, "Every one is always happy and love bright colors!" Pu that's a load of humbug.

I chuckled a little thinking how it would be great to have a friend to tell them that whole paragraph of words. My thoughts where interrupted by the door slamming open at the top of the steps, there stood a beautiful woman who had short blonde hair tied into a bun and bright green eyes, under them where dark grey bags. She slowly walked down the steps with each one making a loud thud like an elephant stomping through the rainforest and as she slowly made her way down the stairs my blonde almost like white ponytail bounced up and down and my cold skinny body shook.

As soon as she got to the bottom of the stairs, she grabbed my ponytail and slammed my face against the wall. A warm subsistence dripped down the side of my head as I fought back tears knowing if I cried father wouldn't be happy.

The woman laughed at my petty before letting me go. I layed on the floor holding my head as the warm red subsistence dripped down. I looked at my hand to only recognizing it as blood.

Just then I saw my father run down the stairs, his brown maple hair covering some of his drunken face. "What....THE HELL IS HAPPENING DOWN HERE!?!", he yelled throwing his beer bottle at me it landing on my leg as the sharp pieces of glace stuck into it. I gripped my leg as blood dripped down from the broken glass pieces.

I slowly got up, fighting the pain in my leg as I limped over to the stairs my pale blood coated face meeting my dads drunken face and alcohol stenhing breath. I took a deep breath, fighting back more tears,"Nothing, papa" I said not wanting my father to get angry. He just sighed before motioning me to my room.

I went up the stairs quickly ignoring the pain in my leg and up another flight of stairs into my room. Shutting the door behind me, I got out my first-aid kit to patch myself up. I slowly picked out the pieces of glass in my leg and wrapped my head in bandages then, looking into the mirror, I saw someone I didn't know anymore, I had long light, light blonde hair, not like the blonde I used to have before, I had a pale face with bruises and scars everywhere on it and my dark green eyes turned to a light green, and lastly something I noticed most of all, I had more of canine teeth than I do any teeth.

I dropped what I was doing and crawled over to the mirror hoping that it was just to dark and my mind was playing tricks on me but, it was true,"Why..." I whispered before pounding my fist into the mirror, "WHY WHY WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME?!?" I yelled and the broken mirror tears stinging my eyes.

My rampage was interrupted by the sound of my door opening, there stood my fifteenth-year old brother Tyler, who almost looked exactly like me expect for the pale face, light green eyes, the bruises and scars, and he had soft dirty blonde hair.

He chuckled at my petty, "Ha! Squirt cant handle that your ugly as hell now!",he said pushing back onto the ground.

Just then it felt like something snapped inside of me, something that wasn't a feeling but a must do. A grin appeared on my bruised face as my brother kicked me in the stomach and I coughed up blood. He looked down on me stepping back a little a scared glance in his eyes.

I stood up grabbing a broken pole from my open closet. As I looked at him he went wide eyed. "H-hey Ruby, I-it's okay j-just calm yourself" He said nervously starring at the rusty beaten up pole.

I pulled the pole up above my head using all my strength to bring it down harshly onto my brothers head. I kept doing so until my brothers head was beaten into a bloody pulp. I laughed as I stuck my hand into his head and took a handful of his brains out and wiped them on my pants.

Just then a pair of men burst into my room and one man tackled me to the ground. I winced and struggled to get out of his grip but it was no use, the other man brought a needle near my arm, seeing it I struggled more to get out of his grip but, I was to late, he stuck the needle into my arm and everything went blurry, all I saw was my dad give me a disappointed look and mouthing, "I never loved you anyways". My eyes teared up before I passed out.

For the past few weeks I've been staying in a hospital called "A hospital for the insane" as a few doctors liked to call it. But, I just brushed it off as just another thing here and there.

When I turned thirteen-years old I gained a person friend who, said she was a ghost,"Hello there~ My name is Pearl or you can just call me poison~" she said in a calm yet childish voice. She sounded about Eighteen years or maybe older who knows I couldn't really make it out.

I smiled "H-hay Poison",I nervously said "M-my name is Blood, can we be friends maybe?",I asked scared for the answer.

Poison stayed quiet for a minute before saying,"Friends" she said pronouncing it out "F-r-i-e-n-d-s" she said again spelling it out before I heard her almost smirk "Yeah sure" she said appearing in front of me, she almost looked exactly like me except she had her hair down, a purple with black ends sweater with some of it hanging of of her shoulder showing one of her pink bra straps and she was wearing black pants with brown tennis shoes.

She smiled at me and I smiled back.

A few years later when I was about the age eighteen-years, I got out. They drove me home and as I looked out the window, I saw Poison in the reflection smiling knowing that no one else could see her.

As we pulled up to the house I got out of the car and waved them goodbye I looked up at the house, it looked the same as I left that one night.

I looked down at my tattered red hoodie and my blue jean shorts with black old combat boots with white almost glowing in the night sky. I looked back up at the house before pouring some gasoline around the house before lighting a match.

It light up the house like a Christmas tree. I laughed as I saw the bodies burning inside screaming for help I saw my dad crawling out of the house. I frowned noticing his burning body still alive, I grabbed the sledgehammer hidden behind a bush and I slammed it into his head before laughing an insane laugh, and walking into the woods away.

My Mother opened the newspaper still scarred from the one night and her daughter and that's when she dropped the paper, inside she saw a News Report that said " Today's story is about a note left inside a house after a murder left from two people, Blood and Poison."

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Yes I know, it's short and kinda fast but, I wrote this story a long time ago and tried to publish it to the CP story site....

Yeah not my best idea. Oh well.

Anyways always remember,

Death is just another road to the hell we live in as the darkness surrounds us.