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Ch 1-Roses are red,Violets are blue,I come for sweet murder,and my victim is you

Ch 1   

"Roses are red, Violets are blue, I come for sweet murder, and my victim is you"

Tommye's POV

I sat in the back of the truck because the truck holds only 2 people. My fingers ran over my cold pale body. It was a winter night and I forgot to grab my coat of the hanger. Meh, aw well, hope I don't get sick. I sneezed and looked up, immeadiatly wishing that I hadn't. My parents were arguing and a guy ( most likely drunk ) in a car was coming right at us. Beer bottles rolled on the dashboard of his blue Chevy. My parents looked up in horror swerving to the right off of the road. But they were to late. I let out a blood curdling scream as the truck sped towards us. The driver looked like he was actually trying to hit us at full speed. The truck hit the side of the car RIGHT where I was. We rolled over and the top of the truck landed on my right arm as I landed on my stomach. I knocked on the window with my left arm which was still useable and only scratched up a bit.

" Mum? Dad?" did I mention I'm Irish so I have an Irish accent? No? Whatever. You know now.

" Mum?! Dad?!" I knocked harder trying to get their attention.

" MUM?! DAD?!" it finally came to me that my parents can't help me, because, they're dead. I cried and looked for any cars with blury vision. I didn't know if this was from crying, or from the consciousness leaving my body. No cars around here. People, none that were alive and besides me. Well, maybe. It was to dark to tell. I looked for lights. None. Only me, my dead parents, the truck, the blue Chevy, and the guy. Wait. WHAT!? He could help if he isn't dead! Looks like my luck is changing!! But unfortunately, the Gods weren't on my side. The guy came up behind me, twisted my left arm behind my back and twisted more.

" Roses are red, Violets are blue, I come for sweet murder, and my victim is you." I felt a stabbing pain in my back, blood starting to pour from my mouth. That's all I remember before by head hit the ground, and I was engulfed by complete and utter darkness....

? POV

" Roses are red, Violets are blue, I come for sweet murder, and my victim is you." I whispered those words into her ear, stabbed her, and walked away. My head perked up as I heard a car. At least she's dead, and her poor parents as well. I ran to some bushes and hid in them mentally chuckling. I took in Hannah's appearance before I had to leave. The car noise faded away, eh, whatever. Now I looked at her crushed right arm, brunette-blonde hair, her eyes were the deepest blue and now closed forever, striped red and blue off shoulder shirt. It was pulled up because of the accident and I could see her skinny waist and stomach. It wasn't to skinny, but just right. Her white skinny jeans stained with her own blood, and her long converse with '1D ' all over it. They were red and soaked. Red shoe fabric and red blood.

I looked up at a house and the lights were turned on. From Hannah's angle, you can't see it. I heard laughter and it was coming down the road. I looked back at the truck, back torn off, bloody parents, bloody Hannah with her right arm under the truck and her on her stomach, her left hand sprained, car about to blow up. I felt kinda bad for her, I DID kill the rest of her family. No more Dragonhaarts. I never called Hannah what she wanted, she went by Tommye ; her middle name.

The laughter increased and I listened, footsteps growing closer and closer.

" Come ON! Let's go to NANDOS!" said a guy with an Irish accent.

" Couldn't we have taken the car?!" said some British guy.

" This is good exercise so SHUT UP! " said someone who was probably from Doncaster. Wait a minute, they're starting to sound familiar.

" Louis! People can hear you! Your ancestors can hear you!" said ANOTHER person with a British accent.

" Wow, Zayn, normally Louis' the sassy one. Anyways, beat you there! " said the Irish person. I then heard someone running towards the recage.He stopped two yards from the car. The boy was a fake blonde with brunette roots, deep blue eyes like Tom- Hannah, a green shirt, skinny jeans, and a pair of white high tops. His mouth hung open in shock as he surveyed the recage unable to mve from the spot.

" Hold on Nia-" said Zayn. Yes, that's who they are, One Direction. I smirked as the two boys looked at the truck not seeing Ha-Tom- Hannah. The smirk grew bigger as three more boys came running down.

" Zayn, you didn't finish your- " they gasped. The kid who I think is Liam, took out his phone and called the police, ambulance, and fire fighters. Louis went around the whole car and stopped at Hannah.

" Um, g-guys?"

" What Louis?" Louis pointed at Hannah. Niall, Zayn, and Harry stared at where he was pointing. Their mouths hanging open. Zayn cleared his throat.

" She. Is. Ugly." said Harry interrupting Zayn.

" Yeah but-"

" You admitted she's ugly?! You NEVER say that Zayn" shock registered everyone's faces. As quickly as it had came, it disappeared, from Zayn's face at least.

" BUT, she's dead." they laughed a little. The girl rolled her bloody head and moaned, the blood coming out of her mouth. They frowned and went over to her. My big smirk disappeared. She was supposed to DIE! Not LIVE! She went back unconscious. The four boys went back over to the truck.

" A little help hear Liam?" Liam looked over. He went to the truck to help lift it. They got it lifted up. It was now right side up. The parents could now be seen. What the bloody hell, I'm outta here. Sirens were heard and I dashed away.

Liam's POV

I heard a rustling sound and looked around. The paramedic lifted the girl into a stretcher and my attention was directed back to them as they asked me a couple of questions since I'm the most responsible.

" Would you guys like to come?" we nodded our heads and hopped in even though we sort of didn't want to.

At the hospital, she was rushed to a room as quick as possible. After a couple hours ( around 3 to be exact ) we went in. The clock read 12:01:27. We looked at the girl and I have to admit, she wasn't as ugly now that there's no more blood. We just sat down and fell asleep.

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Louis' POV

I woke up to see the girl still unconscious. She started to stir in her sleep. Her face twisted in horror. Her hands gripped the sheets. By now Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Harry were awake looking at her actions. She opened her eyes. They were blue, deeper than Niall's believe it or not. Zayn and Harry's eyes widened. Liam was actually still asleep just to be honest, he must actually be worried about this girl, he only sleeps longer than us when he's worried about something.

" DON'T!!!!!!!" she screamed as she sat up. She sounded Irish. Her hair was brushed back (the doctors most likely pushed her hair back after brushing it to do more work even though her hair was fine earlier). I saw the faint line of a..........bruise? I guess Liam saw it because he walked up to her and asked her about it. She nodded in response.

" How'd it happen?" he asked.

" The truck wreck." she answered in a shy voice. I could outline the fear in her eyes. Liam nodded in approval at her answer, but I'm sure it was from something else. Oh well. Harry ran up to her and she did something unexpected.....

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OK, so I am really sorry if this is short. Trust me, I'd rather die than post it, but, it's all I could think of for this particular chap. I'm wondering what to do for the next one. I was sort of hoping that you could help me with that one. PWEASE!? *gives you the puppy dog face you know you can't resist and holds onto your ankles* Whatever, just do it, you know you wanna. I need some feedback to know if this is good or not, or it will not be continued.

Question Maniac!

1) Who's the mystery POV?

2) Is that poem thing I did scary? *says in the red rum voice*

3) Did you like it? Did you love it?

Well, bubbly bye my minions!