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(created 2012-03-29 18:06):
A story? Great! I love writing stories... so, my pleasure...
On a windy and day, a gale whipped the torn dress of little Rika. Only 12, she was surrounded by the bodies of several people that attacked her. She stepped among the mangled bodies of the bloody, but they wereno t dead. Weak... so weak... or am I too strong? She thought to herself. Rika was an orphan. Left. Abandoned. Thrown aside like a paper doll in a tornado. She was sick of it. All these memories, flashes of her past life pounded in her head... she wanted to escape it all. That's when her adolescent fighting came in. Fighting was escapism for Rika. An escapism for the only memory she fully has, of her being left on Water Street, of her being half asleep as a shadow covered her with blankets, then shoved her next to a trashcan, not the least bit kindly, and driving away. Of course, why would they set Rika down kindly when they abandoned her in the first place?...Several years later, the blackouts in her 15 year old head had stopped, and her intimidation towards men and woman who tried to mess with the pretty girl, had made them leave her alone. So, no one was killed. Rika walked along the shore of the beach, and stared out into the water, the neon signs of downtown gleaming majestically and dirtily behind her. A foul wind of smog hit her, as it always did when the power plant released some pollution at exactly 5:28 AM. But she was used to it. Rika stopped and heard a water like *SPLASH* behind her. "What the..." she exclaimed out loud, just as a chunk of asphalt smacked onto the sand, only centimeters next to her. A man, older than her by some 30 years was walking near her, with two rocks in his hand. "You though you could leave me Alexis." The man mumbled, tossing the rock up and down, up and down. Rika whispered "I am not A-". Then the man threw a rock at her, hitting her on the head. Rika fell, blood spilling from the wound in her head. "HEHEHEHE.." The man grinned like a sick man "I WILL KILL YOU FOR LEAVING ME" He yelled at her. Then, another rock flew, and he was upon Rika, kicking and punching her, until she faded from the crazy man and the beach, fading from life... What seemed like seconds later, she awoke. Rika was bleeding from so many spots, but then she realized, not all of the blood was hers. She looked to the side and saw the man hurting her- dead, his head twisted at an abnormal angle. o Oh my godo ¦ Ito s happened againo ¦o Rika gasped and ran from the scene. Days passed, Weeks, Years, then, Rika was 18. Every time someone attacked her, or looked at her angrily, or in any way gave her negative emotions, they turned up dead, a stoned faced Rika miles away from the scene. No one ever found her, no one every suspected her, but in the end, she always knew that when a person showed up dead from where she had just been, she had been the one to commit the crime. Rika got used to it. She had no feelings for human life anymore. She had no enemies, only the whole of Japano s citizens trying to get her. She had no friends, only sick, twisted admirers.
But I guess you could say Rika did have one enemy- an enemy that she truly, truly despised...
Herself.