This is between me and Emo Muffin
This seventeen-year-old girl's father is friends with the parents of a fifteen-year-old boy she's never met. She always asks her dad about the boy, but he never tells her anything. He always has a look that tells her "It's better if you don't know..." But one day, she came home from school and found that the boy is now living with her because his parents died in a fire. Her father won't believe the crazy things she says about the boy. About drugs and supernatural powers. The boy goes phsycho, and begins torturing the girl. But still, the girl's father won't believe her. How will she stop the boy from the abuse and torture, and will she ever be able to live with him peacefully?

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FOR ME!! Powers:



Name: Kris Dakota
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance (Use a real picture please)?:
Personality: Completely phsycho. Finds joy through torture and drugs. Knows how to fool an old man with the innocence game.
History: Kris has grown up... differently from most kids. First of all, he had powers. He can control them very easily. Unless he's high. Which is most of the time. His relations with his parents was... not so great. They feared him. They were broken under his will. They'd do anything. This man came over and always told them to be the parent, not the child. But they were too afraid to say anything to their son. But then their father decided to rebel against him. Told him that he was the parent, not Kris. Kris became enraged and wrapped his parents to the floor with oak tree vines. Then he walked out of the house and down the street. He flicked his fingers and the house burst into fire...
FOR ME!! Powers: Control over plantlife, fire, and phsychic abilites (such as telekineses and the works)


Kris finished the walk to his new home. It was definitely smaller than what he was used to, but it would have to do. He began walking up the paved walkway to the door, little buds sprouting where he had stepped. Then he got up to the door, black roses beginning to make the border. He'd have this place perfect in no time. He went inside, as the owner of the house had given him a key, and found an empty bedroom. So he unpacked his things. Clothes, toothbrush, cigarettes, a few bottles of beer, meth, heroine... He was good. He lit a cigarette and opened a window as he waited for someone to come home. First one in was his target....

Name: Samantha, but likes to be called Sam.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
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Personality: She is a very fun loving girl. She try to do her best in everthing she does, and is basically a goody-goody. She hates drugs and will not stand for people to do them around her.
History: Her mother died when she was forteen from drinking to much and since then has completely hated how people find enjoyment through drugs. But also that made her and her father closer, which really confuses her when her father won't believe what she says about the new boy living with them.
Other: She loves music. Her room is full of instruments. And on her bedside table is a picture of her mother she always keeps.


Sam drove her car up the drive ways and parked, alittle cofused as to why there were black roses bordering the driveway, "I suppose dad told the gardner to make a change in the flowers he planted." No one had even told her that the boy was moving in, and so se was expecting to find everything normal. She walked in and up to her bedroom, setting her bag down on the bed. Immidiently she picked up her guitar and started on teh song she had been writing the night before.

[Sexy. :] ]

Kris heard music coming from the room across the hall. He flashed a wicked smile to himself as he flicked the tip off his cigarette. It was a woman's voice. So, during his stay, she was his victim. First, he'd play innocent... Then annoy her... Then hurt her... Then torture her... Then, later, kill her...

He walked out of his room, putting on his sorry face. He knocked on the door where the music was coming from. He'd let her think he was a good kid, then he'd freak her out tomorrow.....

(lol)
Sam heard a knock on the door and stopped playing her guitar, alittle confused. No one was supposed to be home at this moment, so why was someone knocking on her door? Maybe her father had came home early for some reason. She got up from her bed, setting her guitar back where it was in the corner, and opened the door to find a fifteen year old boy standing there, "Um...I don't mean to sound rude, but who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

"My name is Kris... I'll be staying here for a while. My parents just died in a tragic fire, and your father was a friend of theirs... He took me in for them. Perhaps he's spoken of me..." Kris said, still playing innocent.

"Oh, yeah, he's spoken of you a few times, not really a lot. I'm really sorry about your parents....it must be hard for you. I myself lost my mother a few years back." She said with a small frown. It still hurt her talking about her mother. But since then she and her father were closer, so that sort of helped the pain of loosing her alittle.

Kris really couldn't care less about how he had killed his parents. It was fun. But he hid whatever he was thinking in his pity face. "Thank you... Really it means a lot." He lied. "I just wanted to let you know I was here." He said, and walked away into his new room and lit a new cigarette. She was already weak... This would be easy...

Sam smiled at him and closed the door to her room. She stared on her guitar again, until she smelt smoke. She put her guitar and down and walked across the hall, opening th edoor to his room to find that he was smoking. She really didn't know what to say to him. Here he was, a fifteen year old smoking, "Um...mind explaining to me why you are smoking, and smoking in the house above all things."

Kris didn't have enough time to put on his sorry face. "Because I needed a smoke..." He said in a "What's-your-fricking-point?" voice. "Want one?" He asked holding out a cigarette to her. "I have plenty enough to share."


[I forgot to put this in my skellie, but he can manipulate electricity. It'll be important later, trust me.]

(kay)
She shook her head, "No thank you, I don't smoke and never will. Can you please at least go outside to smoke. If my dad comes home and smells that, he will freak." She said with a worried look on her face. Her father was just as bad as her when it came to drugs.

"Don't sweat it. He'll never know." Kris said, hiding meaning behind that. He flicked the tip off into an ashtray he set up just a few minutes ago on the windowsill. "I can be very... persuasive..." He said, again hiding meaning.

"Um..alright, if you say so, well, I'll be in my room if you need anything." She said tryig to get away fro mthe second hand smoke as soon as possible. She walked in her room and closed the door, grabbing a notebook, and began to work on a song she was writing.

"That was easy..." Kris said. He wasn't really expecting such an easy battle. So he finished his cigarette and turned on some music. Bullet For My Valentine was good. And he turned it up loud enough. And he just collapsed onto his bed and sighed as he tried to get comfortable on such a hard bed.

She sighed with frustration when he turned the music up loud. It was hard to concentrate with it on. She went across the hall and knocked on the door, "I'm going out, you want anything while I'm gone?" She called so he could hear. Maybe she could concentrate more at a quieter place.

"Nope. I've got all I need..." Kris said. "When's your dad get home? I should tell him that I'm here..." He said, though not caring at all.

"Should be home in about in hour. I'll be back later on tonight, but if you do need anything, I have my cell, number is on the fridge." She said and walked downstairs, and out the door to her car.

"Yep." He said, and she left. He walked out of his room and into hers, cracking his fingers. "Let's get to work." He said. Thornvines began constricting and covering her bed and bureaus. Then Venus Fly Traps began growing on the cieling. And this was only the beginning...

Sam came ome later that night and walked up the stairs, tired from finishing her new song. This one seemed to take forever. She opened the door to her room. When she saw it, she wanted to scream, but she was frozen from shock. She couldn't even move, "This...this has to be a dream..." She said in horror.

Kris was drinking in the next room. Being drunk makes everything funnier. He heard Sam's door open and instantly began laughing to himself silently. It was always funny to screw with someone new...