Your POV
My eyes felt weak, heavy, but I managed to open them. The air around me was cold and moist, like I'm near the ocean, but I don't hear the waves. Wait, who am I? Where am I? I think. I look up, the trees around me are a deep green, it consumes me. I leaned up, the vegetation was beautiful, and wet. The animal life here was breath taking, all the birds sang in perfect harmony. I sat up and looked at my attire, a long sleeved shirt that stopped in a triangle shape on the back of my hand. Up and down my sleeves black jewels lined out what looked like devil horns and angel wings. My legs were covered by a thin black film the stoped at my ankles. On the side little holes made out patterns like zig-zag and triangles. Over my shirt is a cloak that if buttoned up at I put the hood on its all you would see. Down the rim of the cloak were blood red ruby's take for some reason made me feel light headed when I touched them. I don't know why but I flip up my hood, like it was on instinct. I hear something, the trickle of water down a rugged slope. It's to my left, I walk for about a minute or two till I find it, startling a small bear. It runs back into the forest, it seems to be a cub. I lean over the edge of the creek, what looks back at me is a young woman, 18 perhaps. Dark black hair going to my ankles, with blood red streaks running through it. I lifted my hood to get a good look at my face, and what I saw was shocking. My mouth small, along with my button nose, then my blood red eye. Yes, eye. Over my left eye a scar runs down my face, going across my nose and down the side of my face. But it wasn't your regular slightly lighter or darker scar, it was red, blood red. It made me want to cry, now that I've woken, I see little pictures of my mother, or what I assume is my mother. In the flash in my head the lady had blond hair, cut just above the ears. Her blue welcoming eyes make my think of water. Her pale skin is just like mine but hers has life, mind doesn't. No wonder she left, I'm ugly, in the flashes I have the scar, even as a baby. I don't remember her but I'm upset, I feel abandoned, useless, and even if I were to find another human being the would reject me, I'm ugly, how could anyone like me. The tears streamed from my eye, it shows no signs of stopping either. I hear rustling in the bushes to my left, but I don't care. Kill me if you want to! No one cares about me anyway! I think. It's true no one cares about me, no one, no one, no one. I look up to see who is going to kill me, I see something that resembles a troll. I don't have time to process what it looks like before I black out. The last thing I hear is, laughter.
Rogues POV
"How about this job?" Sting exclaims from the request board. "What is it?" Yukino asks walking over to him. "Wow! Three million jewel?! That's nuts!" She yells. "What do we got to do?" I ask not really caring. "It says trolls have been stealing women from the town of Talika." Sting says. I shrug. "Why not." I say. "We have to ride a train though, for two hours." I warn him. "Two hours?! Come on, were talking three million jewel here! I can take it!" Sting exclaims. "So it's settled then! We're going! Meet at the train station in an hour!" Yukino yells leaving while Frocsh walks behind me out the door. I don't know what it is but something seems off about this, like, an evil aura. I don't know, probably imaging it.
(Time skip)
"Do we have to?!" Sting pleads as we try to push him onto the train. "Come on! You chose this job so deal with it!" I yelled finally getting him on. He made a 'tch' sound with his mouth as we found our seat. "Come on Sting, it's not that long." Yukino says kissing him on the cheek. His face gose as red as a tomato. I smirk at him and give him a 'told you so' look. A week or two ago we had a argument that I thought Yukino liked him, he said she didn't, this proves it. He also owes me 300 jewel, yes! We hear the whistle of the train and, as if on instinct, Sting and I swung our heads out the window. Why didn't he listen to me!
Your POV
My eyes flutter open but I'm not dead, or even ingered, what's going on. I lean up to see my hands cuffed and I'm in a cell. I looked around, a damp room, black and murky. In front of me were metal bars that look to be rusted to black. I could hear a small conversation outside my cell, so I listened in.
"Why didn't you kill her?!"
"I tried! But each time I did something she instantly healed!"
I looked at my hands. Are they talking about me?
"Well, maybe she's the one we're looking for. Report to master D right away!" One troll said.
"Yes sir!" Another troll said running off. I looked at my hands again. What do they want from me? Suddenly my entire body hurts, like it's on fire. My blank mind has one thing in it now, Kill Kill Kill. I feel something taking over my body, like a demon perhaps. I look down at my hand and they've turned a bloody red. In a small puddle of water I looked to see that the scar has spread to my entire face and body. While my last visible eye was completely black. My mind is bloody, and all I want is death, death to everyone and everything in my path. So I can take over the world.
(A/N)
Hey~! I hope you like this so far! And let's get one thing straight, I start a story but almost never come back to it once I get disinterested. So some of my story's I won't be consistent on so, um sorry. But any, bye~!