blood runs [open]

[Red]

The night made it easier for Red to hide, today she would be killing a little, she knew she would never be normal and either way a criminal. She soon saw an officer, he was walking by and Red ducked down into the shadows. She grabbed her knife and quietly came up behind him and pulled him back, the knife driving into his hip, he screamed in agony and Red stepped back as he fell, her face in a smirk. "Y-you." He couldn't finish and he was dead and soon Red was off and onto a street far from where the body was. Red laughed, happy to kill sometimes, today it was a good day and she was glad there would be one less cop watching for her.

[Fabrianne Clark]

Tonight, Fabrianne was out again. She was going to the drugstore to pick up a few band aids. Unfortunately, she’d accidently cut herself (again) and used up her last one a bit earlier. She was taking the back roads, as usual. She didn’t like to take the main roads, standing out was always a big problem for her.

She was bored, so she wanted to see if she was alone. Fabrianne concentrated on the minds in the area. It was silent, until—GACK!

What sounded like a piercing scream rang in Fabrianne’s ears. Oh God, she recognized that. That was the sound someone made when they were in great pain physically! She turned off the mind reading, but that revealed the sound wasn’t coming from someone’s mind. Someone was actually screaming!

Fabrianne ran down a few alleys, looking for a victim. And soon she found one, on a dead end street.

A cop. He was lying dead in the center of the road. He’d been stabbed in the hip, and he was clearly dead.

Funny. She hadn’t expected to find a dead body today.

Fabrianne turned on her heels and ran back, running far far far away from that scene. Her phone was in her apartment! She didn’t want to be involved in anything with the law. Nope nope nope, what if her brother tracked her down?

Fabrianne had been doing so well, hiding under the radar. But not anymore. She’d either live with the guilt of not informing the police of a murder, or risk being noticed!

Fabrianne tore down a few streets, quite a ways away from the body. She wasn’t looking, and bumped into a blonde girl, who was walking down the street.

A blonde girl! Maybe this girl could tell the police, saving Fabrianne from having to do so… but how to get her to not think she was the murderer?

“Sorry.” Fabrianne said to Red, catching her breath. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. I found something really odd just ahead—and not odd, I mean, uh, scary. Yeah. Haha…”

She peered at Red, brows furrowing. She seemed very happy. Fabrianne would hate to ruin her night with tales of murder.

[Red]

"What are you scare of?" Red smirked, that was the only change in her facial expression. This girl didn't notice that Red was still holding her knife and that here was blood on her hands. Yes she had murdered him, but she was being who she was.

[hair is reddish orange.]