((@Soaring: She is gladly accepted O.O That blew the creativity out every pore of my body....Choose a codename and begin roleplaying! Also, I'm not showing favouritism, and everyone's characters are much more creative than mine >.> I'm just complimenting someone's character! So jealous of everyone's creativity >A<.))
'What do you mean?!' she demanded, but she couldn't help but feel good inside.
Someone had actually said, 'You're one of us.' No one had ever uttered such a phrase to her, growing up with insults and back-handed compliments, and occasionally being beat up by older kids. Even though Scythe enjoyed feeling pain, it still hurt, more mentally than physically. Even though it felt good to be accepted, by friend or stranger, the redhead kept her hackles up. Similar had happened before, she felt herself having the beginnings of a flashback....
'Hey, you there, Redhead Girl!' a boy called out to her.
Layce turned to look at them, her eyes, although dismal, filled with emotion.
'I do have a name, y'know,' she replied, turning to look at them, books clutched to her chest. 'It's Scythe.'
'Yeah, Layce, whatever,' a girl, arm hooked to the boy, replied. 'I'm Brooke, and this is Dylan.'
'My real name is Scythe. Layce is the name my parents gave me. Oh, and if this is some sort of game, I don't feel like playing,' she growled in response.
'No games,' Dylan replied with a wide grin.
He had bowl-cut brown hair with light blue eyes that were a little too far apart and small, like a hammerhead shark. He had smile wrinkles for some reason, and when he smiled, his eyes closed. He was shorter than his girlfriend, but also compact. He was dressed in a polo t-shirt and basketball shorts.
Brooke was skinny as a rail and tall, obviously with a stuffed bra. Her eyes were also too far apart, with a moonpie face. Her visage looked petty, but not quite mean. Her hair was bleached blonde, with slutty clothes to match.
Brooke whispered something into Dylan's ear, and he shook his head. Scythe couldn't make out what they were saying, but she had a feeling it was something about her. Subconsciously, she raised an eyebrow.
'You're really stupid,' was all she said, and turned.
'No really, we want you to come meet us at the back of the school. We want to say we're sorry,' the bruno said.
'I'll come if you tell me what Brooke was whispering in your ear,' Scythe said consciously, swiveling back around.
'Oh, um, just something about last night's homework,' he lied.
'That's obviously a lie, but I guess I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and go. Who knows? Maybe some of my intelligence will rub off on you.' The redhead left before they could reply.
Despite her good judgement, she went behind the building to meet them. What if it wasn't a game? What if they did want to say sorry? Scythe was desperate for friends, even if they were these bozos. However, no one was there when she arrived. Again, despite her better judgment, the ginger stood there and waited for a while longer for them to arrive. When they did, they seemed to appear from nowhere.
'You fell for it. I can't believe you were that stupid,' they said in unison.
'You're right-I was stupid, but I'm gonna leave before anything happens,' she sighed.
'Oh, no, you're not going anywhere,' they said in unison once again.
Growing a little worried, Scythe turned to look at them. They looked possesed, and a little sick, as if someone-something-sinister were controlling them, their actions. The redhead cringed a little, but slipped her hand inside her jeans pocket; where she kept her switch knife at that time.
'Come any closer, and I'll cut you,' she threatened, brandishing her switch knife, cloaking the fear in voice.
Before she could react, Dylan has pushed her to the ground. Both of them began to kick her, over and over again. Scythe relished the pain, but couldn't help but feel hurt. She had trusted them, for some reason. Lately, they had been buttering her up. And for nothing. Just so they could kick her to the ground for simply existing. She began to feel angrier and angrier, sprawling onto the ground, feeling as if her body were turning outside out, everything was numb....
Scythe snapped back into the blank world she had been transported in after burning down the school, the numbness still lingering slightly. However, soon the numbness disappeared, leaving only a thrill of anger and strength. She had forgotten that memory. Not long after, she snapped into the flashbacks, being beaten in jeuve, being called terrible names, her own grandparents expressing disgust at her existence, and white flashes of anger, and each time the flashbacks ended, they would drop away, like puzzle pieces out of the universe of Scythe. Each one would sort of connect with the last feeling she felt before the flashback would star, like anger, regret, or sadness.
The last flashback she had was the death of her father....
'No, NO, NOOOO!' Scythe protested, coughing out each word hoarsely.
The next place she was, was in her bed, four years old. She was comfortable, had sweet dreams for the last time in her little life. She still called herself Layce, still loved her mother. Today was the last day...the last day of her sanity. The last day of her love. The last day of her freedom....
'OK, I'm going to do this,' she said to herself, grinning insanely. She knew it was going to work.
Layce sprawled out across her bed, and concentrated on her body, her soul, her self. She felt herself become peaceful, she felt her consciousness drift off, all she felt was a soft numbness. It was a surreal, calming, indescribable feeling. Suddenly, a terrible feeling grabbed hold of her, and though there were no words, she knew what it was asking....Layce was shivering in fear, but she pushed past it. She continued on.
That's when the pain began. The unbearable, bone-crunching pain or her body contorting and changing. At the same time, it felt incredibly brilliant, like being filled with power and awareness, felt as if she could do anything at all in the world. Her senses over-flowed. At the same time, she felt cursed. There was no turning back now. Layce didn't protest, she didn't fight back, she just let it happen....
After a while, she opened her eyes. They were bright red in contrast to the somber grey her eyes used to be. She rose to her feet, certain that her 'experiment' had worked, since she could see her muzzle in front of her face. She looked down, raised her sleek, russet paw. In wolf years, she was older than four, and therefore, not a pup. She was strong, yet gangly due to being in her teenage years now.
Then she felt fearful, felt herself slipping away into the mind of a wolf. This was scarier than the shift itself
The next thing she knew, she was sitting in the corner of her house, rags hanging off of her body, eyes fearful and scarred. In front of her lay her father's charred and slightly mutilated body. The rest was a blur, but when her Mom arrived, she called the Fire Department, the police, and the ambulance. Layce was not hurt very much besides a few burns, but her father was beyond help. The next place she went was the police station. She did not understand much about the situation besides they were trying to locate the culprit of this terrible arson. But the redhead knew they would never find the murderer...
Every day after that, that event plagued her mind, and she visited a therapist. Despite this, the new Scythe felt a sense of accomplishment, a thrill of being so powerful, able to do so much, to have such an effect on someone's life; in other words, she could not stop. She continued trying to shift, locking herself in her room these times around, but continued to see a therapist, and continued to commit felonies and acts of arson.
This memory took a while to convert into strength, and a lot of huddling in a fetal position crying out 'NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.'
Slowly, it died down, converted into pain and strength, too. And then her real name away, leaving only a few things:
1. The name Scythe
2. Cyanide Sunshine
3. Save the Sunshine.
'When you wake up, look for the one who 'saves the sunshine.' Remember, you are now part of Phenomenon, a killing machine. You are one of us.'
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(It has only been a few seconds in real time).
'Let's go.' Scythe was faintly aware of a soft voice, female's, yet older than her.
The redhead was snapped back into reality, not sure what was going on, but a thrill still lingered inside of her, but she wasn't sure why. All she remembered where those last few thoughts....
'What happened?' she heard, the same voice.
This time, she really snapped back into reality. She instinctively pushed away from the girl who had nudged her.
'Get away from me!' she screamed instinctively, pushing away from her, panting in fear.
As she cooled down, she tried to ponder her next words, but what popped out next was,
'Are you the one who Saves the Sunshine? From Phenomenon?'
((Gawd, this is so long again. I was kind of lazy, but I tried to include important things >A<. I feel like I'm writing a novel.))
