Rory
Pet Name: Rory
Owner: STAR
Theme / Type: Baby Izabel
Born: December 12, 2010
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 8 / 8
Strength: 1
Defense: 2
Speed: 8
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 5
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read: None
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Would you take the bullet, if it came down to it? If it meant you would take the place of a beloved one? Most people couldn't - even if it was someone you would be lost without, the bravery you have to have can be no where near lacking. It wasn't fair. Wasn't fair for people to judge me - it wasn't like they had been in the situation, after all. But, they all blamed me for the bullet that had entered my Aunt's temple. All of them. That day had started off simply enough, no one could have imagined what would happen at the stroke of 8 at night. My Aunt had been dragging me from a small burger joint where she had picked up Dinner for her little spoiled children - she had taken me along to make sure I 'did no harm' to her precious babies. We hadn't been in the most decent part of Town, but it wasn't hard to wander where you weren't supposed to be in the small town we called home. We both heard the first shot, and it was easy enough to realize we had stumbled into the middle of a Gang fight. My Aunt and me quickly ducked down, though she made no attempt to help or comfort me. A few other people frantically joined us. After crouching down for about 5 minutes, my Aunt rolled her eyes, mumbled about how stupid and rambunctious teenagers where these days, and walked out in the middle of the shooting, hoping to safely exit to her car. I stood up to warn her of her stupidity, and came only a foot from her when we both noticed the bullet heading straight for her. Her eyes widened and she motioned her hands for me to help, but I stood frozen on the spot. Her eyes were filled with complete pain and loss in her last seconds, but I couldn't bring myself to move, frozen in shock like my Aunt. The other people whom had joined us yelled at us both, perhaps warning or encouragement or just plain nervous babble, but nothing registered in my ears.I looked on as the gray metal lodged itself, a bloody mess, in my Aunt's skull and had time to cry out and see the Gang quickly disperse before I fell to my knees in a dead faint.
It was in the local Newspapers for weeks on end. I knew stuff like this happened all the time in the big cities, enough for people to quickly skim over it before planting themselves on the next tragedy. But here, no one as popular and well off as my Aunt ever met their demise. Only the occasional gang member that people higher on the social ladder were too arrogant to care about. The people whom had witnessed the accident were all too eager to give juicy reports on what had happened. I was nicknamed Contemplation for the look that had adorned my face in the thick of the accident according to the witnesses; they claimed I was deep in deciding whether I wanted to save her or not. People pondered why someone whom had nothing going for them wouldn't eagerly sacrifice their life for someone as amazing as my Aunt. After all, I had average looks, and would probably never get married because of my drab personality and lacked friends for the same reason. My Aunt was high on the Social ladder, pretty, and had two precious girls to raise! It was ridiculous how self centered I had been! This confused me. Why should I give my life for my Aunt? I had been dropped off at my Aunt's doorstep when I was five, and had endured year after year of her rants about how grateful I should be, how she should just get rid of me now. I had been forced to sleep in her grubby shed, even on the coldest winter night; not allowed inside her grand house that had more then enough room for me. I had been assigned back breaking work while her two daughters had been given every luxury and privilege available. She had treated me horribly, so why should he do something so extreme for her? I was bitter in the realization that even if I had taken the bullet for her, she probably would have still whined about how 'she didn't do it fast enough!' or 'she got blood on my clothes!'. Though I was sure of my choice, I couldn't help feeling sad when I watched the Twins sob; heart broken when I read the reports on the incident. I was bewildered, I was .... regretful.
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