Marika was born with a gift; both a blessing and a curse. She may be different, but don't underestimate her because she dresses strangely. As deadly as her glare can be, her voice is her greatest weapon, and you do NOT want to be on her bad side whe...
As she slunk through the corridor of the Arts building at the Clemson Tigers University, Marika hugged her books and kept her head bowed. She managed to avoid eye contact by hiding behind a curtain of hip-length torquoise hair. Her fingerless fishnet gloves itched, and her black corset seemed to suffocate her, as she walked to her next class: music. Marika's favorite. Being a freshman here meant pranks and bullies. Music had the worst bullies by far. Even though college basically meant you were an adult, the students hardly ever acted like them. Her black skinny jeans helped conceal her as she stalked next to the lockers, away from the center of the hallway where all the activity was. She made it to her class without an incident for the first time in the week she had been there. But, of course, as soon as she walked through the door of her class, she was barraged by laughter and jeering. She was the least popular student at CU; well, at least by good popularity standards. She was extremely popular- as the school emo. Muttering to herself, she took her seat and ignored the comments. "Go kill yourself!" One jeered. "Emo idiot!" Another called. "You don't deserve to be here!" Came another voice. Tuning them all out, she set down her books and pulled out a piece of paper from her notebook. It was a drawing of a F.E.A.R demon from the Black Veil Brides album Story of the Wild Ones. It was the same horned demon from the cover, and she had captured the essence of the F.E.A.R creature, it's curved horns and long cloak, the pendant at its chest. Even the young child holding a chain, connected to a metal symbol of the band. A star, with humps on the star's spikes. The child wielded it as a mace, and stood boldly in front of the monster before him.
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As Marikawas shading to give the picture more depth, A hand snatched away her drawing. "Hey!" She protested. "What'cha gonna do, emo freak? Gonna fight me? Cut me? Huh?" Came a familiar voice. Justin held the paper out for everyone to see. "Look everyone! Freakazoid drew a picture of a little kid and a demon!" He yelled for the auditorium-like room to hear. Snickers sounded from every corner of the room. The scars on Marika's thighs burned like newly formed wounds. (They weren't from cutting; she got in a skirmish with a particularly hungry baby black-tip shark.) Justin smirked and tore the paper in half, right down the middle of the demon's horns, and splitting the child into jagged outlines. He laughed as the sound of the picture that had taken months to perfect tearing echoed like an atomic blast. He turned it over and tore it again, and again, and again. As the fifth tear sounded, Marika shot up from her seat so hard it knocked the chair over. Justin looked startled at first, but quickly regained his wits. "Gonna cut me, huh? C'mon, try!" He taunted, but Marika could do better than that.
