The Person Behind The Mask... {Shimapanman & Roses}

[Blood Stained Roses]

Choice, she told herself. The greatest gift in life was choice. A gift, life thought she didn't deserve. She closed her eyes again and let the lingering sleep wear off, before sitting up stiffly in the bed.

She opened her eyes and encountered the familiar darkness. She liked it. The darkness. It engulfed her. Accepted her. Like the loving and warm embrace of a mother she never experienced, welcoming her child no matter whatever sins did it commit. No matter how much screwed up the child was. A mother's love was like a black hole. Taking in all the bad things, all the sadness from her child and keeping it away. Sucking in the child no matter what or how it was.

But it was the darkness which took her in. Not a mother's goddamned love. No, her mother was dead since decades.

So like a good child, she greeted her mother cheerfully: "Hello, darkness. Thanks for keeping me in." She let herself bask in the darkness, when the venom of reality started spreading through her body like wildfire. Her eyes narrowed into slits. No, this wasn't some overdramatic piece of literature where she could muse about crap like mother's love. This was reality. And darkness wasn't her mother. It was her best friend. The only one she could trust in this bitter episode of life. A low humourless chuckle escaped her lips at her own tomfoolery. Mother's love?...darkness?...I really need to stop hanging out with Marise.

Her face morphed into the usual mask of bitterness and she closed her eyes, shutting off the world and her own idiotic mind in exchange for a few moments of sanity before another day of her monstrosity started.

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Immortality suited her perfectly. Her auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, resting against her chest. Her emerald spheres feigned excitement as she gazed at the huge building looming infront of her. Her plump red lips tugged into a small smile. She was a sight to behold, a prized possession of her parents, 200 years ago.

For someone passing by, she looked like a beautiful, charming and oblivious high-schooler. Inside, she was still the sadistic monster created from a curse.

"Hey, are you new over here?" A casual, friendly voice chimed in and she turned on her heels to face the owner.

He was only what one could describe as a 'jock'. Blonde hair. Twinkling blue eyes. Football jersey. Ripped jeans. And a flirty smile.

"Frank." He jutted his chin out while shoving his hands into his pockets.

She nearly laughed at him. But the attraction she felt rolling off of him was tempting. She could laugh at his confused face when she sucked the life out of him.

A smile crept upon her lips at her own twisted thoughts.

He took it the wrong way.

"What's your name beautiful?" He whispered - his voice smug - as his eyes wandered to her lips.

Her eyes danced in amusement before she named the monster she was: "Isabelle. Isabelle De Clare."

 

[ShimapanThief]

Kenneth Wallace was the opposite of Frank. Where Ken was intelligent, the jock was too focused on his sports to care much about school. Ken was a very nice guy, who always did what others asked and especially kept on top of his studying and classwork. In his mean time, he did a lot of photography or gaming, stuff that set him apart from a lot of others in his classes. That being said, his uniqueness usually brought the wrath of his classmates. However, this was where his outlook on life set him even further apart for the best.

Ken took things as they came, and he was never down. He made the best of everything that happened, whether being bullied or being turned down on a date. Things would always look better to him.

He was on his way inside the school when he heard Frank's voice, hitting on a girl as usual. However, her voice was new to him. He wondered who it could be, so he turned and made his was back to them. Maybe he would distract Frank and 'save' her from him, as he - and the rest of the school - knew how the jock was. "Hi, I'm Ken." He said, introducing himself to the beautiful girl. "Hey, Frank, one of your training buddies told me wants to talk to you." He said, making up a story. He glanced at Isabelle with a smile.

He was currently dressed in a fairly nice outfit, a light blue button up and some dark jeans, which showed off his slim figure. He wasn't muscle bound like the football team, but it made him look attractive in his own way. His short, dark hair was ruffled slightly, but that wasn't too unusual and looked quite good on him, almost making his deep emerald eyes shine brighter.