(Story written in human form)
Phe was born four years after her older brother Chase. Her father was a bit… unstable. After their mother's passing due to Phe's birth, their father had gone into a spiral of depression. To keep his job, forbidden human experimentation needed to occur. Since he had no family and disliked both of his children intensely, he volunteered his children as subjects for experimentation. The man was a monster.


We were failed experiments.
That's what they called us, at least. Due to one of the many experiments, my eye color changed depending on my mood. Well, at least, they went amber when I was sad or depressed. The room I lived in during my youth was so... gray. They had windows, two barred windows with bullet proof glass; though I don't think you could call it a -blocked- More or less a viewing glass like at the zoo so they could watch me like an animal. One toilet, sink, and bed with thin sheets. And, of course, the white door which led them into my room-- so they can drag me out and run their tests.
We didn't really escape till I was nine or ten, we bring myself and my older brother Chase. We never really spoke of what had happened, merely pretending it was all just some insane dream.
I still see that door in my nightmares to this day.

I didn't like her. She was annoying and, obviously, had a major thing for my dweeb of a brother. One word-- ew. And what made it worse, was that he liked her too. She was hyper, danced around a lot, and worse of all wouldn't let me leave the couch I'd been resting on for four days straight. Something about 'Straining myself' which I've come to understand now. But then-- It was like telling a kid who just had a sugar rush to sit still.
What made it worse was that Chase agreed with her. At the time, I was being unreasonable. But, then again, I didn't want to be stuck laying on some girl's couch while she checked up on me every twenty or so minutes. I wanted sleep, I wanted to be left alone. ."Chase, come on!" I whined. He sighed, sitting down next to me. Tox had allowed me to changed out of my disgusting, ripped up shirt ant pants and even lent me one of her black nightgowns. Chase, on the other hand, was wearing a black t-shirt, his once pink hair dyed brown. Guess I had to grow out my hair or something so that whoever or whatever was after us wouldn't be able to track us down by our old looks because I refused to change my pink hair to any other color. I sighed, crossing my arms as he gave me that look. The 'I'm sorry Phe...' look. "Phe..." He began softly. I refused to look at him, irritated he was keeping me in the house and stuck on the couch. "Phe... Listen for once..." He murmured. I sighed, feeling another one if his 'Speeches' coming up. "Phe, listen okay? I just don't want you to get hurt-- please look at me," He murmured. He gently turned my face so I was looking at him. Chase looked so upset… I sighed again, eyes meeting his. "Just rest here a little longer okay? And after that we can go. I promise." I sighed once more, then nodded once more. I guess he was right, I had gotten pretty badly hurt and had the flu… I murmured a faint 'Okay' before resting back onto the couch and closed my eyes, falling asleep.
We had been there for a few weeks, and eventually Tox grew on me. She was friendly, and really had my best interests in mind. Once I had realized that we had become the best of friends, despite the fact she liked my brother.

Tox and I had been inseparable since. As we got older, she helped me train with my mutations. Not only was I strong, but I was fast. I could throw these thin, silver needles out of my knuckles, which she mocked and called me a 'Wolverine' copy. Except, you know, he can't throw his little razors out of his knuckles, and his were made for more close combat where I'm more of a distance fighter.
When I turned Sixteen I met one of the cruelest, vicious women in my life. And yet I love this woman to death and she was like a sister to me. Con was her name, and boy was she crabby. She had fair olive skin and blood red eyes, along with black hair with red streaks and the hair was tied back in a braid. A nice, long braid. She worked for some organization, and soon enough she recruited me and my brother. There I met Hallow, another fire breathing dragon hybrid-- except he was much larger and nicer than Con.
I met so many fun people after that, though there was one person I'll never forget.

Raws, Now he was a different story. He had my heart, and I willingly admitted it. Of course, like a few before him, he was a hit man. And well I kinda I guess have this place in my little heart that's for hitmen. And tough guys. I'm not sure why...
Anyways, after he and I split a cookie, I got attacked by Ina in an ice cream shop, and his buddy patched me up. Funny his name was Con too, just like my red headed, fire cracker friend. I guess I had really fallen for my blonde haired hero. He didn't return the feelings however, and I knew it. Yeah, he liked to be around me a lot, but I really doubt he felt anything for me at all. And when he vanished, as I expected him to, it still hurt. But, I saw it coming. So it was more of a 'I knew it' over a I can't believe he's gone thing.

Hallow and I were back to our old tricks, this new heist involving me wearing a blonde wig and overcoat-- and a bank.
Of course, something wrong had to happen in our escape. Con, Tox, myself and Hallow were running out the back door Con created with a fiery blast, and we split up. Of course I was going to get nominated as the decoy, and of course I would trip in the middle of running. And of course, I would bump into him. At first I thought it was Raws. My eyes lit up-- but when the man removed his sunglasses curiously it wasn't him. "Can I, ah, help you?" He asked. I was out of breath and had managed to ditch the wig and glasses and smeared off my make up, dropping off the cote in front of myself and standing innocently as the collection of cars with blaring sirens stormed past. "I was... going to... get hit..." I lied, breathing heavily and holding my chest.
He grinned, and gently picked up my coat. "You normally wear this?" He teased. I stuck my tongue out. "Attire for work." I said coldly, taking it back, away from him. He lifted his hands defensively. "Woah, hey. I was just joking-- want me to take you to lunch for an apology?" He grinned. I rolled my eyes, and told him no-- but he wouldn't take no as an answer...
Of course, I told him about the nice little Cafe I worked at down the street, and about how I worked overtime at the bank (yesterday being my last day), pets we'd had in the past, family members we have now that are still alive (I told him my parents died in a car accident. More believable then my father going insane and experimenting on me), and lastly our dreams for the future.
He was perfect. Flat out perfect. He took me home, after picking up on the bill and leaving a twenty dollar tip for the very nice middle aged waiter. He walked me to my door, and we kissed. A kiss that light my insides and very soul on fire. He smiled a goofy smile, running her fingers through my hair before he said 'Goodnight.' and left me standing on the porch, awe-struck. It was as if I was living a dream. One that was far too good to be true and I figured I'd wake up on my kitchen floor with a warm carton of milk.

But that wasn't the case. I woke up with a tap on my bedroom door. See, at the time Chase and I lived together. Chase entered, looking back. Uh, Phe-- someone's here to see you...?" He raised an eyebrow. Shoot-- did I get caught? I quickly got out of bed, darting forward in my simple black-and-pink nightgown. Stopping at the door to see Raw? No-- It was Bax. He smiled. "Morning." He said lightly. "May I come in?" Chase smirked. See, he wasn't a big... fan of Raw in the first place. Because, well Raw wasn't into the full relationship thing. I'm sure he still isn't. Anyway, Chase let him in with no argument. Then left. "Erm-- sorry I'm a mes-" "You look beautiful." Bax corrected before I could finish, then laughed softly when my face turned red. He smirked, handing my black disgusting bank coat to me, chuckling softly. :"You left this in my car..." He mused. "Let me take you to breakfast?" He added.
Bax didn't even let me brush my hair-- let alone change. He dragged me into his car, messing up his own hair to make me feel better. We stopped at some restaurant, I don't remember the name-- it was burnt down a few days after we were there. We ate, and again he dragged me to the park. We got odd stares, but we laughed about it. I mean, really. How many girls in nightgowns do you see, on average, in a park?

Within two months, we were close. He knew everything about me, and I, him. He even accepted my mutation without a second thought. I knew that his favorite color was blue, that he gambled for three years of his life, that he was abandoned as a kid, that he never thought love could exist until me...
And that he was a hitman.
But I found myself thinking about Raw. Every passing second I was with Bax, at least once Raws would come to mind. Though I did my best to ignore it. I was in love with Bax. Really, I was. Raw, at the time, was just a silly infatuation that I needed to get over. Besides. Bax loved me. He told me every day. He never took advantage of me, and stood up for me. Even to Con. Which, surprisingly, Con liked about him. "He's brave, I'll give 'em that." She always said...

He proposed to me within five months of being together. He said he loved me, and wanted to be with me forever. If I just gave him the chance... Just one chance... Of course I said yes. I loved him.



I didn't see it coming.
We were at the park where our first date, and when he proposed to me happened. I was resting in his arms, and he seemed to be thinking about something. "You alright?" I asked softly, drawing circles in the grass with my index finger. He nodded. "Just thinking." He smiled at me, kissing my forehead ever-so-gently. "Phe, do you love me?" A smile appeared on his lips and I rolled my eyes. "The complexity of the word 'Love' doesn't even begin to explain how much you mean to me. How much I feel for you." He smiled, seeming to like my answer. He gently released me from his grasp, now squatting before me. There was no look of cruelty in his features, no hit of anger or lust. Just the man I'd come to grow and love. It was dusk now, no one left in the park.
He drew his gun, the muzzle of it pressed to my forehead. My eyes widened. "Phe, dearest Phe... I've been hired to kill you." He said calmly. My eyes widened. My heart nearly stopped. "Bax... I- I don't un-".
."You see, I had to draw you close. You wouldn't let just anyone into your little world..."he laughed briskly. As if I just told a funny joke. I didn't understand. His eyes never wavered, his blue ones filled with love. He murmured something, the gun going off.
I don't love you.
Then boom, and everything went blank, but I remember his voice whispering 'Does your heart still beat for me, Phe?' I didn't gwt what that meant, but it felt like all my strings were being cut. I was finally free.
I actually seemed to smile. It was like I was swimming in water. Actually at... peace.
Until the pain came.

My eyes opened as I yelled out, coughing in pain. Tox was sitting over me, hands glowing. I coughed again and cried out in pain. A slur of words escaped my lips-- not even I'm sure what I said. I remember seeing Con there. She actually looked... worried. Hah. Con, worried? When did that ever happen? I actually was amused by this. Until another jolt of pain hit me.
Apparently Tox was regenerating my brain. I guess I didn't fully die. Tox says I'm lucky-- I beg to differ. The things I remember... The lies I allowed myself to fall into... It was hard to believe or trust anyone or anything. It hurts, even still to this day. That... void in my heart will never be fixed. Sewn up, possibly-- but never fixed. If you thought that was the last time I saw Bax, you're wrong.

Then I ran into Raw again. Another long story short-- Raw saved me once again. Bax came after me, Raw killed him. It seems like he's always there to save the day. But he vanished again, most likely business.
Maybe that's the reason he's always in my thoughts, heart, and dreams... He saved me. When he could and should have just... left. I'll never get over Bax, even after what he did. I still believe that the only reason I liked him was because he looked a lot like Raw.

Well, Raw was out of my life, again, at this point in time. I suppose this was why I kept stealing, getting myself in trouble, and fighting with Con. To keep him off of my mind... I met this boy, Ty, in the park. He was cute; I'll give him that much. But... I still wanted Raw.
But when the poor boy asked me to dinner I couldn't refuse. I mean; I had to give him a chance. At least I felt that way. He had blonde hair with random blue streaks in it, and bright blue eyes. He was a charmer. And he cheered me right up. But I couldn't... see myself with this guy. Maybe as friends; but nothing more. And I think he picked up on the idea. We went clubbing a few times, visited a few of my friends, my brother, and so on and so fourth. We hit it off great; as amazing friends. I remember telling him about my little... gift. Well, curse to me but he seemed to be stunned by it. "Aw wow!" He announced. I smiled weakly, silver needles in the wall. He was looking at them curiously. "You weren't kiddin Phe-Phe!" He grinned, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

Sure, we had our arguments. Usually on why I wouldn't give him a chance. But once my eyes went amber he usually backed off and apologized; though he kept pointing out how I should get over Raw and move on. If not him then some other lucky guy. I'd always roll my shoulders and release an exasperated sigh and he'd laugh. Though he was a life saver; if it wasn't for him I'd probably would have been sulking in some corner, wanting to cry over what's-his-face. And, actually, for a while; I had forgotten about Raw.
But that never really lasted.

But that night... I'll never forget it. It was in the middle of April, a slight shower of rain pattering against the roof of my house. Only, I wasn't home. I was doing a run through the city. Well, I was running. She was chasing. She, being Ina. I was wearing a black jacket, my hood pulled over my hair as I dashed through the city. I remember my arm was pulsing; but I didn't want to take the chance and stop to check if I was shot or not.
Ina had managed to catch me on my way over to Ty's place. See, it was Monday night and I was suppose to bring over a movie. Every Monday night we watched a new movie from the Blockbuster down the street. Guess movie night was canceled tonight... and forever.

I slipped.
I was scaling the rooftops and slipped, hitting the ground with a thud and a snap. I had broken my wrist to break my fall. I gasped in pain, quickly pulling myself up with my other arm but Ina was there before I could run. Her gun rested against my forehead, a laugh escaping her twisted lips. "Huh. Ironic; isn't it? Though this time I'll plant more bullets into that pretty little head of yours..." She chuckled, and I braced myself for the worst. But it didn't come. I heard the gun fire... And opened my eyes. I gasped. "TY!" I almost screeched.
I guess he had seen me running or something and followed. Stupid, stupid boy! He had went to hit Ina to get her away from me but... instead... He was shot in the chest. I snarled in frustration, shoving her back roughly. She yelled in pain; going to hit me but I hurled a few needles at her. Which got her to back down and vanish; as always when I had the upper hand.
Ty was on the ground, his face turned towards me and his eyes wide. But he was gone... I didn't have to check for a pulse, or breathing. I could tell by the maroon puddle formed around him. I knelt down beside him, resting my face into his back. "Oh god no... Not you too..." I whispered. That's something... I'll never forget... I was there for maybe hours before someone found me and called for help. They had to yank me away from Ty's body as I violently sobbed. Chase had to take care of me; five police officers couldn't take me on. It took me weeks to get out of the hospital bed; then a month or so to get out of my own. I cried myself to sleep every night. And sobbed in the mornings. The only thing I had in life; gone again. And all because of her....

I wasn't myself after that. I guess... I became more distant. But can you blame me? I just lost my best friend. I figured Raw was dead as well; seeing the rate in which Ina was going. Tox had gone on vacation to the Netherlands, and I guess Hallow lost his mind. He... changed. Looks... different now. I tried to find him and when I did eventually, despite the want to crawl back into bed and cry more, he almost killed me!
Everything was falling apart. Tox had been gone for a month now, Hallow heading off to England with Con. Chase was always with Khey; and I don't blame him. I mean I pretended to be fine around him. I do have the perfect poker face, after all. Again I was left alone; but this time I had no Ty or Raw to fill that need in my heart.
I suppose you could say I loved Ty. Not in the same way as Raw; no. More like a brother. The way I felt about Chase if you will. Maybe I let him get too close to me. It was my fault he was dead. After all...

Five months already had passed since Ty was killed and I still felt the same as the day I saw him die. I was sitting in the windowsill, as usual, in my PJ's and a bowl of cereal. Chase had bought me this creature... I have no clue what it is. It looks kinda like a Saber toothed tiger; and it stood about up to my waist. But; eh. I kept him. Named him Blade. He had orange fur with tiger-like markings and two long fangs in the front of his mouth. And he was muscular and broad shouldered; a black star in the center of his forehead. And bright piercing blue eyes.
I guess he was the replacement. He followed me lazily around the house and slept on my bed with me, then watched me eat my cereal every morning. But this morning was different. He growled lowly at me. I glanced at him, a mouthful of cereal and milk. Then snarled, quickly getting to his feet. Honestly I never heard the beast make a sound before...
I blinked. "Hey, woah. It's me; remember?" I complained, but he snarled again. I got up slowly and noticed that the fluffy cat-thing wasn't snarling at me. He was snarling at the -blocked- I blinked twice. "Wha...?" But slipped away from it; thinking twice. What could be at the window that was scaring him so... badly? Blaze usually never reacted this way to anything. I thought he was mute, to be honest. So this couldn't have been good. Blade slowly edged back, glancing at me and growling in the pit of his throat. I nodded, like I understood him (As if) and quickly ducked out of the living room into the kitchen. He followed. I grabbed the phone from its wall perch, the cordless phone traveling with me as I slowly ascended the stairs, Blade following me up. "Tox, it's Phe. I know you're prolly gunna get this late but there's something up with Blade and it's... spooking me- Hey; Blade let go." I glanced back, Blade tugging at my pant leg. He released, brushing past me, leaping forward--

Blade missed his target. Intrus. She stood at the top of my staircase, laughing softly. "The window to your room was open." She said innocently. "So I... climbed in?" She raised an eyebrow, stepping towards me. I nearly fell down; backing up the best I could. I pushed myself over the side railings, slipping off my gloves. My hands reacted better when they weren't covered. Ina giggled, her hand extending towards Blade. He snarled, clawing at it. "Blade; down!" I ordered, and luckily he listened. "Good...." Ina said quietly. "It would be a... pity to kill such a beautiful creature..." Ina looked up at me calmly, her eyes flashing dangerously. Somehow I knew this would be it. I smirked, nails extending from my knuckles. I was ready. But what I didn't expect was that it would be it... for me.
The fight was quick. I longed forward, she shot, I moved, she shot more, I hit her with a few needles and when I thought it was over; I felt my body come to a fluid stop. I tried to move forward, and when I finally thought there was motion my body fell forward. I felt extremely... tired. 'You can't sleep now...' I thought, but my body wouldn't listen. It felt like I was in a pool of water. Floating. Relaxing, for once. I heard blade's low snarls and Ina's angry yell-- but I was at peace; for once.

My eyes opened as I slowly sat up in a dark room. You know. Like those TV shows; everything is black, and there's a whitish outline to the character's body? Yup. I was there. I took in a deep breath, coughing, blood expelling from my mouth; but I felt fine... Soon enough the coughing was over and I felt... lighter. Lighter then air. I pulled a knee up, then rested my hand over my knee-- and noticed something. My hands. There were no scars? I looked them over, and my skin was clean. No mark, on trace of what my father did to me. My mouth fell open in shock. "I must be dreaming..." I breathed.
Ain't it wonderful? That voice... I tensed up. My eyes began to water. "... Ty?" I asked, looking around. Where was that... coming from? Ain't it great babe?Ty; where are you?" I snapped. More angry then surprised and excited. Eh. You'll see soon enough. Figure out what's goin' on yet? There was a taunting sound to his voice. I frowned a bit. "Not a clue. Though I'm sure I'm dreaming now." I concluded, looking up to where I figured the voice was coming from. I heard his scoff, then pictured him rolling his eyes.
Phe.... His voice was soft. It worried me a bit. "Yes?" I tried to act unnerved. But something about his gentle, caring tone... It worried me. I felt two hands on the back of my shoulders, and my eyes slowly closed. Tears ran down my cheeks slowly. I knew it was coming. ... You're dead... He whispered behind me. "No..." I whispered. Dead? That... That didn't at all seem fair! I spent all my life trying to make things better for not only myself but for other people. Sure I can't say I was a 'Good Girl' because I did have sticky fingers but... I just couldn't grasp the concept of actually dieing. Of leaving my friends, family-- everyone I cared about. But I felt him hug me, my face resting against his chest. He didn't move his mouth when he spoke. It's going to be ok... He promised me in a whisper. Everything will be fine...

Finally I was able to speak, clearing my throat. I had to know. There was... one person I wanted to know the existence of. "Is... Raws here?" I asked quietly. I felt Ty's face form a weak smile, I didn't have to look. No, he's still alive... Ty said quietly. I nodded slowly, a few more tears gliding down my cheeks. Well, that was that. No point in crying over spilled milk... Or in this case spilled blood. He tightly hugged me, but I felt a pull. I looked up, his face growing serious. "What's... going on?" I asked, feeling another tug. This one a little bit stronger then the first. Like something trying to pull me away from him. I tightened my arms around his waist. "Ty... Please don't leave me..." I begged quietly. He only smiled, gently dropping his arms to his side. I never knew you were allowed to get second, or in your case, third chance.... I wish I coulda got one... I felt the tug again. "What are you talking.... a.... bout...." I felt him slowly fading from my arms. I watched his being slowly fade. "Ty; please! Not you too!" I yelled, my eyes widening. He kissed my forehead. Go home, Phe. He said quietly.
Then everything... changed.
It was like everything that was black was not a vortex of spinning colors. I felt my body sculpting itself, changing. I gasped in... pain? My hair seemed to hsve grown longer, the idea of dying my hair black hitting my thoughts. My hands were beginning to shred themselves new scars; though it didn't hurt physically. I released a yell in pain, everything in my mind blurring.
And that's when I woke up.



My eyes slowly and unwillingly opened, still a soft violet-blue. Though where I was, and who I was for that matter, seemed to escape me. I looked around, lost obviously. My entire body was numb, from my face to my toes. There were people in the room I didn't recognize. A pink haired girl with gold eyes, speaking to a brown haired man with pink streaks in his hair, gold eyes as well. A black haired girl with red streaks through her hair, tied back in a lose braid.
I strained my ears to hear them speak. "... didn't know she'd change this much. I mean..." The golden eyed girl with the long locks of light pink hair bit her lip. "I hope she makes it... I might use magic and guide souls of the dearly departed but I didn't think I could be capable of this..." She whispered. The brown haired man shook his head, gold eyes puffed and reddened. Had he been crying. "Thanks for trying Tox..." He murmured. Why did he look so upset? I cringed in pain, but so lightly no one seemed to notice. My head was pounding, and trying to focus on the man wasn't helping it at all. But memories came. Blurred memories that seemed almost unreal. My nightmares. I released a groan, the brown and pink haired man quickly coming to my side.
He grasped my hand tightly. "Phe... oh God Phe..." He whispered. My eyes slowly opened, looking at him. Though no words escaped my mouth. I tried to speak, don't get me wrong. I wanted to know who this man was. And why he seemed to care so deeply about me. The other two came close to where I was resting, the pink haired girl gently pressing a hand to my face. Her hand was glowing pink as the pain faded, my eyes partly closing. "I knew I shoulda stayed..." The black and red haired girl commented. Her eyes were blood red, I noticed. "Con..." The boy began. "Shut it Chase!" The red eyed girl snarled. I smirked. For some strange reason, in the back of my mind, I expected that. The pink haired girl... I think it was Tox, she looked at me. "It's alright hun... I'm sure you're confused..." She said quietly, gently patting my cheek. "I doubt you... remember. But I'm Toxic. We've been friends for a while..." I tried to smile and she laughed. "Well, the good news is I patched you up. Again. And Blade is still alive... when I got here he was resting beside you and wouldn't move until I tended to your chest..." She glanced towards the couch, and sure enough the tan beast was resting there, bandaged up and all-- I remembered him clearly. Like that morning Ina tried to kill me. And Ty... That's when I noticed that they brought a bed into the living room where I had been shot.

The brown and pink haired male; Chase? Sighed as the girl, Con? Left. Chase approached the bed, well mattress on the table, and sighed. "I thought I lost you..." Chase murmured. I was still confused. "... Lost me?" I squeaked out. My voice had changed as well. It sounded like soft, flowing bells. A beautiful symphony in my mouth, even when I was hoarse. Chase smiled weakly. "I'm your brother, Phe..." He whispered. I winced in pain, the faded image of him in my mind becoming more... clear. The memories of childhood, the memories of fighting, of our father and what he did... I slowly closed my eyes, and drifted back to sleep.
I guess I must have scared them, because Tox was on the other side of me, gently running her cool fingers under my cheeks. "Shhh..." She whispered. "It's okay... you're okay..." She said softly. I opened by eyes to see Chase's worried face. "What did I do?" I murmured. He sighed in relief. "Cry..." He replied quietly.

It took me a while to get back onto my feet. I found out that I was a thief, and a pretty good one at that. Also, that I was deformed and that. I guess needles can come from my fists? And, I have this tattoo on my back of pink wings Tox claims have never been there before. Well, unknown to her, they change into small pink wings when I focus enough. Huh. Talk about a fallen angel huh? They can lift my body weight, and Blade's, when I pick him up. Though he isn't too found of it. He'll get over it.
Though this locket, they're not sure where it came from. I want to believe it was from Ty. And I keep telling myself that. It helps me sleep at night when I used to not be able to. He was my best friend... And I still blame myself for what happened.
In a way I'm thankful I've forgotten most of my memories. It gives me something to strive for, and a reason for me to go on in life. Seeing as Con apparently burnt down the Cafe I worked at, and now we're not getting in as much orders as we used to for paintings, jewelry, ect. because of the police increase and stricter enforcement of the laws. I'm glad I have Blade too, because the over sized beast keeps me entertained. Whether it's him playing ball with me, resting beside me when I'm reading, or listening to me play the piano; he's always there.

Though... I can't help but think I forgot someone very important to me...

Eventually though, the cafe was re-built. And, well, I'm stuck there again. Apparently people think I just had a make-over. Hah!
It was a few weeks after my fight with Ina, and after Tox had healed me, when I ran into an old friend. See, I was still wearing old bandages; and was taking Blade out for a walk. Well, kinda forcing him to go on a walk. Against Tox's orders, of course. She refused to let me out of the house. But, hey. I was getting stir crazy.
I was still drowning in my dream. There was this… guy. Blonde-- I dunno. He just seemed like someone I needed to remember. But when I spied this blonde; he sparked an interest in me. And apparently he knew me. We talked for a but, and he made me feel bad for forgetting him. Though, it was a strain on me memories; I recognized his voice. Hyqu is his name.

Anyways, we ended up going to the Café, where I got a few answers. And a blur of old memories. I guess I'm able to get them back? I dunno-- I hope so. At the same time I don't. But it was nice to meet a friend from the past. Haha. He's such an eater. He ordered everything and I mean everything off the menu.
After reminiscing with Hyqu, I had to be on my way. That's when I ran into him. I was stealing (as usual) and got shot. But what's new? He came to my rescue, which began to trigger my headache. (I get headaches when my memories are trying to come back) He got the bullet up and wrapped my wound. I offered to have him over, since he seemed to know me. And I felt oddly… safe around him. Which was weird, seeing as I'm normally on edge with strangers.

He came over, after complaining about missing a free dinner with a friend. I mean, I had to be something special if he was missing out of dinner. Blade didn't like him. At all. He actually snarled at him, and I had to step between them because… well Blade can get nasty. I can't blame him; I nearly died. Raws ended up playing a little game with me. He wouldn't tell me his name, or who he was. We talked about the man I was in love with, and the faint memories of the Café and the ice cream shop I had. I talked about how I thought he had left me because he didn't love me, but he argued that it wasn't true, and instead of using third person he began to say I. I knew it. Jerk made me cry and gave me a major headache, and I blurted out his name.
He was right though. I couldn't live in this house anymore. Ina might come back, people might come after me-- so of course the next day after a goodbye Con and I took everything out, and… left. I didn't have much time, I guess someone had a photo of me and Con at that time. Con wasn't worried about anyone going after her. Are you kidding me? You don't attack someone like Con without a death wish. We had dyed my hair, and pierced my lip and ears. Even did a tattoo on my back where my wings were hidden. And I can tell you this much; don't get a tattoo unless it's somewhere, how you say, smart? Like a parlor. Not your friend's basement, and her having the tattooing instruments.

Regular:

Short tail:

Angel wing:
Bat wing:
Coming soon!

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