(Anya): what's the matter with your eyes? From a distant look, his eyes trailed back to me. They were a dark crimson, something I've never seen a real human have. Unless it's contacts! (?): It's a birth defect. It's literally the only color I can see. By now I was intrigued. I scooted closer towards the couch, and a smile tugged on my lips. (Anya): is that sarcasm I detect? (?): Maybe. We stood there in silence as my parents gave off an awkward expression, seeing him and I going back and forth with playful banter considering the fact he just told us an entire squad of kids were brutally murdered last night.
(?): Crap! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Samuel Kallas. (Anya): I'm Anastasia Peterson. I could since a question coming on. (Sam): like the Romanov princess? Interesting... say, your dad was the notorious soul stealer? We all froze simultaneously. Sam was kind of smirking, and either he knew what he was doing, or he KNEW what he was doing! I forced the tears back a lot easier this time, and mom and dad watched me. I cleared my throat, keeping my eyes on the ground. (Anya): hmm. If you came here just to drop some name; gain some street cred, then I suggest you leave. Otherwise, you'll see what the daughter of a serial killer can REALLY do when she puts her mind to it. (Mom): Anya! I was suddenly out of my trance like state, watching in confusion the shocked faces staring back at me.
Whoa, that was weird. It was like I could sense someone else. It was so Dark! Composing myself, I watched as Sam began to look a little more threatening! He started way too long outside the window, and just as I was gonna mention it, he shot up from his seat. (Sam): guys, now! Our windows shattered, and I screamed and hid next to mom and dad. Three people jumped through, and one with some kind of fox mask shot and arrow through my dad's heart! I screamed with mom in horror, and as she began to fall to the ground in hysterics, I followed suit. What the hell is going on!? (Sam): that's all I needed to hear and see! Your potential. He grabbed me and carried me on his shoulder. At first, I was flailing and kicking and screaming! He groaned in annoyance and paused to turn around. (Sam): Steffani, if you may! The fox mask covered girl nodded, and stealthily walked over to me. (Steffani): you should have never been at that party! With one strong punch, I was out like a light!
Welp, I'm dead.
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Queen Of Disaster
FantasíaAnya Peterson was never the most popular girl to walk the halls of high school, and for a good reason. People tend to think of Anya as some kind of antisocial freak, mainly because her father was a gifted serial killer, which this town is notorious...
