Bad Romance;; Colton.

[tifa]

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Life was good.

At least, for Tifa. The young fledgling jumped as she walked down the lane that headed to the local park, her blonde locks bouncing around as she did so. Pale, outstretched arms were lifted up, and she spread her fingers, feeling the air pull and push around her. It was nice. She liked the feeling. She liked a lot of things, actually. Rolling, for one. Dancing, for another. But never mind that for now! She smiled, a hyper giggle set on her lips.

She knew that a lot of people hated life. Well, people seemed to hate a lot of things. But to her, it seemed that the hatred was unnecessary, y'know? Why hate, when you could just totally love? She reached down, and picked up a lone flower that had somehow managed to spring up away from the greens. Bringing it to her nose, she sniffed the scent, sneezed a little, before tucking it behind her ear. Blue flowers were unusal, these days! And certainly, they were. The bright colors of the flower -ocean blue, and dark marine that faded in at the bottom- highly accented her warm eyes. Eyes, that were currently glowing with excitement.

She didn't understand how people lived their lives full of hate. There was always a silver lining to ever dark cloud! Always a light at the end of every dark tunnel. And, it's always the darkest before sunrise. Right? Right. Tifa lived by those rules, always living life with no darkness, blessed with the ability to see the brighter side in everything. Yes, some people call that ignorant. Some call her stupid, and in a way that was true. But was it such a big problem, for her to just want to be happy? If everyone was happy, then the world would be happy! So why couldn't everyone be happy? Tifa had no idea.

The dress which she had adorned on that day, billowed behind her, the wind making slight ruffles appear at the hem. The theme of the day was natural, all her pieces of clothing chosen to match that word. Absentmindedly, she began to stroke the side, taking in the feel of the soft fabric. She smiled, pausing to take a look at the shining moon that hung in the sky. Everything was so beautiful. So, so beautiful.

Tifa carried on walking, before skidding to a stop. Why walk? Why not.. skip? It seemed like a perfectly good question to her. So why not?! Laughing, she proceeded to skip down the remaining path of concrete, and didn't stop until she reached the gates to the park. Her hand gripped the cold metal barrier that isolated the world from its incredible fun, and she then proceeded to jump over it.

However, Tifa being Tifa, the strap on her heels caught on a metal spike, and she face planted onto the floor, the mud ruining her dress. Oh shamboozle. She sat up, her mind hazy from the fall. Nyaha. That was fun. Sort of. Not really. Actually, a little. The fledgling stood, only to find that she had sprained her ankle; hence the pang of pain that spread from her achilles whenever she tried to put her weight on it. Oh well. This wouldn't stop her from her fun! Trying to brush few blobs of mud off her nude colored dress, she began to hobble over to the swings, her eyes set on the little seat of magic.

After a few huffing and pain, she collapsed onto the small seat, and her hands gripped onto the metal chains, excitement plainly shown on her features. This was gunna be soooo good. She planted her feet firmly on the ground, before pushing off, sending herself flying into the air. Her heart quickened, as her body was lifted up, into the sky, only to be pulled back, as quick as a porcupines hiccup. Her laughter filled the air, her hair tumbling to and fro. Life was, indeed, good.

Indeedlez, fo'sho.

Words: 765
Muse: LAWEL. It went. D:
Notes: Nyahahaha. Aha. Coltonnn <3

[Colton Viktor Balkov]

Colton Viktor Balkov


I’ll seek you out,
Flay you alive,
One more word and you won’t survive...

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.xXx.[/color] Since Colton had turned fourteen, he’d had one mission in life. One goal to complete; one goal to rid himself of all anger and utter despair he’d experienced. This was, of course, revenge. It was truly a dangerous thing, in which could change a person entirely. Take Colton, for example. He’d been a well-rounded kid, with boundaries and rules. He’d listened to his parents. He’d actually cared about life. But, now? Revenge had completely taken hold of his mind, shaping it into that of a monster. He was only driven by the longing for blood, now. Slaughtering was now something he embraced; hell, it was something he welcomed. Rape, murder, torture... All of it was, frankly, glorious to Colton. He didn’t realize the impact his actions had, nor did he actually bother to give a shit. The world was just all dull, to him. But, murder was exciting. Revenge was exciting. These so-called dangers were what made Colton’s interest in life bloom.

But, see, there was a reason for why he was at this school.
For why he was marked.
Hell, it was the same reason he’d become Red; stronger. Murderous.
Their daughter was here.
He would slaughter her.
Easy-as-fucking-pie.

Colton had gotten knowledge that, although she apparently didn’t realize it, this... Tifa, her parents, had murdered Colton’s. They were the ones who sat him down in a chair, and made him watch as the two people he cared most about in life were slaughtered mercilessly. Colton would never forget that moment in his life; his mother’s desperate shrieks, the blood. He’d been so afraid, and yet, paralyzed. He couldn’t move, couldn’t fight back. He was only a child; what could he have done?

Colton’s brow furrowed, just to the slightest.
This is why he didn’t like thinking about them. He often drifted into the memory, far too easily.
Which, obviously, he couldn’t have.
It might ruin the plan.

The red fledgling kept within the shadows, moving easily and noiselessly, as he stalked after the completely unaware girl. Tifa Valentine. A soft enough name, Colton supposed. He’d been watching her since he had arrived at the school, but never had he received an opportunity, such as this. She was alone, and to top it off, she wasn’t even on the school grounds. Luck was certainly on Colton’s side, today. His reddened eyes followed the girl as she moved into a skip, a sadistic little smirk curving his lips. She was so oblivious; so stupid. She would learn. All in good time.


Colton followed after her slowly then, keeping to the shelter of the looming trees, and heading towards the general direction of the park. The moon provided a slight lighting, though it wasn’t as if Colton needed it, and he figured it would be just enough to let the girl see him. His intentions. Maybe even his smirk, before he laid his hand upon her beautiful little body. That was one thing he’d certainly noticed about her; though she may not look entirely intelligent, she was abnormally sexy. This, Colton could work with. Blood, torture, sex. A beautiful combination, no?


The boy fought a smirk as the girl fell, though felt no compassionate pull to help her, unlike most might. That trait had been ruined long, long ago. Only once Tifa had begun hobbling towards the swings, did Colton walk from beneath the cover from the trees. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and kept his eyes firmly to the ground in front of him. He didn’t need to watch her, to follow her. No, she smelled strong enough. Delicious. Tempting. Colton sighed, mentally scolding himself for his obvious lack in self-control. He should have at least fed, before he came. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. Worst comes to worst, he’d just feed on her. A victorious little smirk slipped onto Colton’s lips, then, as he wrenched the old, metal gate open, and paused to pull it closed behind him. Luck actually was on his side, for once. He found the chain and lock that were dangling from the large gate, and locked it with ease. Sure, she had jumped over it... But that would involve a good ankle to do again, wouldn’t it? Now, if Tifa tried to escape, she’d come into a little problem. Colton smirked and turned around, before walking towards the swings. He didn’t say a word; didn’t even bother to speak, and simply leaned against one of the poles of the wings. His hands stayed firmly within his pockets, and he watched Tifa with hungry eyes.

“Hello, Tifa.”

He spoke slowly, his voice dipping to a very throaty, hoarse tone. It told of dangerous intentions, and feral, uncontrollable desires. Oh, how he would have fun tonight. Such, such great fun.

I won’t soothe your pain,
I won’t ease your strain,
You’ll be waiting in vain,
I got nothing for you to gain...

Words: 882
Muse: Horrible, tbh
Song(s): Eyes on Fire - Blue Fountation
Notes: Well, this sucks chicken balls. So sorry. But I hope you don't mind? AT LEAST I POSTED, RIGHTRIGHT? Baha, November. I am so sorry. You should slap me. Right now. Justkididng. Maybe like, one day, you can casually slap me. Kay? Kay.

Dudewtf. Iunno what I'm going on about here. It's kinda late-ish. Deal. [/size][/blockquote]