Red
The color of blood
But the color of passion
Red
The color of his eyes
The color of his stitches that covered his upper body
Red
My favorite color
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The cold winter air blew the my (h/c) hair out of my face as I walked down the street to my new job.
Ever since I was a girl , I wanted to become a CCG investigator, ever since That day. I was finally pursuing my dream, just like mom and dad would have wanted me to...
When I was young, when I live with my mother, father, and sister, that's when I was the happiest. I knew nothing but happiness. Both my mother and father worked as investigators in the CCG, some low-life ghoul killed my father in the midst of my sister graduating from high-school. I was still very small, very vulnerable.
It was years later, my mother decided it was time to move in and get a new boyfriend. That man ruined my life... and ended the life of everyone I loved. I wasn't the best at making friends, or had any other family that I could have known about, I still don't know if I do, and frankly I don't care.
One night m, I was getting back from my fighting class, my parents-or parent was crazy about making me fit and being able to protect myself and others. I understand how that would be very helpful since we didn't have a man that cared for us the way my father did. My father would have risked his life for ours, that wouldn't cross moms boyfriends mind at least once. As I walked in my home, I would normally have been welcomed in by either my mom or sister. That day was different. No one answered the door so I had to open the door with the spare key under the mat outside the door. I walked in and yelled their names. No answer. I slowly walk up the stairs with an uneasy feeling in my stomach, I heard the sound of a ghouls feasting... I felt my heart break when I pushed opened the door that was partially closed. I saw moms boyfriend feasting on my mother and sister.
There's no was my mom could have known he was a ghoul, right? She didn't want to put us in danger, right? She didn't want to die at the hands of the man she was beginning to love, right? Please someone explain this to my past self...
I fell on my knees and let out quiet sobs watching the mayhem before my eyes. Seconds passed that felt more like hours, he saw me...
I was scared for me life because I was certain it was about to be taken from me... I half of me was wishing he would, without my family.... what was I? He lunged towards me and wrapped his large, boney-fingered hands around my thin neck as he began to choke me. He laughed maniacally repeating "fresh meat, fresh meat" over and over again as he did.
Suddenly, the CCG busted in the house. I now suspect that it was from a noise complaint or some bystander seeing what was happen from the window but back then I didn't know how they had come to my rescue at the, somewhat, perfect timing. The most perfect timing would have been before my parents were murdered but they knew nothing about it, how would they have done anything.
At the time I thought they were gods. Nothing else could explain it. From then on, I wanted to be in the CCG.
After the ghoul was killed, a man came up to me and wrapped a blanket about my shoulder as he took me outside.
I went back into the house to retrieve somethings I wanted before the house was "cleared" as he put it, that basically just meant cleaned out and sold or destroyed.
I picked some stuffed animals, a blanket, my moms neckless with an elephant on it that she always wore, my moms wedding band, my sisters pink slippers that I used to try to steal from her, my fathers quinque knife that we kept in a safe and a bracelet off my sisters dead body that in some spots was stained red from the blood coming from her chest region.
That experience was awful but it made me the women I am today. I'm very excited for my new gig, I don't think I've been more excited for anything, honestly. Since I'm an investigator, I will have a partner. I have no clue who that is but I will be living in the my own apartment in the CCG area, thats probably the best thing for me, its walking distance and I like to walk most places I go. I really hope my partner isn't some uptight douche.
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Little did (y/n) know, she would get the very opposite of an uptight douche hehe
