Sketch Origin

  A girl walked alone down the street. Her brown hair covered her face as she hunched over. She held her sketchbooks close to her chest, as if they were the most important thing that existed. To her they were. Her backpack was filled with few homework papers and a few more sketchbooks. Her feet dragged on the aging cement, ruining her jeans and sneakers.
 
  After another bblock or two, she stepped up to her front porch. She pulled out her keys and soon entered the house. Her mother was in the kitchen cooking dinner for the small family. The girl's mother was a beautiful woman, long, shiny brown hair, bright happy green eyes, smiling almost all the time, well built, and always wearing bright colored clothes.

  "Welcome home, Karen!" Her mother cheered, smiling. Karen smiled back, her mother always had a welcoming aura around her, making everyone around her happy "How was school today?"

  Karen's smile faded, her happyness replaced by rage and sadness. A tear ran down her face "It was horrible...... they acted worse today." Her mother's smile was then replaced with worry "What happened this time?"

  Karen lifted up her forearm, rolling down her jackets' sleeve to reveal cuts and bruises. Her mother let out a gasp of shock "They desided that emotionally wasn't good enough."

  Karen's mother rushed to the hallway closet, grabbing the first aid kits. Her mother was soon sitting next to her,  smearing vasiline and whatnot over the cuts, then rapping bandages over both of her arms entientirely.

  "Your not going to school tomorrow, is that clear?" Her mother ordered. Karen nodded, rolling her sleeves back down. Her mother smiled and went back to cooking. Soon the door opened, Karen's father soon entered " I'M HOME!"

  "Jeremy! Welcome home honey." His wife called from the kitchen. Jeremy sniffed the air, his smile widened and his eyed bright "I smell baby back ribs!"

  Karen's eyes widened in exitment as she soon began to recognize the smell as well 'Mom always makes the best  ribs!'

  Jeremy walked to the living room, where his daughter was seated, drawing in one of her many sketchbooks. He snuck up behind her, surprising her with a bear hug "How's my baby girl?"

  "Ow! Careful dad my arms hurt!" Karen laughed. Her father then began to joke "What, drawing to much?"

  Karen shook her head no "Oh? Then what happened?" Silence.

  After a few seconds her mother called out "She slept on her arms funny last night!" Jeremy just shrugged "So, when are the ribs ready Mary?"

  Mary walked from the hall "There ready now. Come on, I'm starved!" She exaggerated. Karen was already rushing to the dining room.

  After diner, Karen sat on her bed, drawing as usual and listening to one of her favorite songs, 'Falling in the Black'. She sang along.

  "Tonight I'm so alone
  This sorrow takes ahold
  Don't leave me here so cold
  (Never want to be so cold)

  Your touch used to be so kind
  Your touch used to give me life
  I've waited all this time, I've waisted so much time

  Don't leave me alone
  Cause I barely see at all
  Don't leave me alone, I'm...

  Falling in the black
   Slipping through the cracks
  Falling to the depths can I I ever go back
  Dreaming of the way it used to be
  Can you hear me
  Falling in the black
  Slipping through the cracks
  Falling to the depths can I ever go back
  Falling inside the black!"

  She continued to listen and sing as she drew. She soon became tired and put her things away. Karen got into her PJs and crawled under her soft blankets, ,slipping into the world of dreams.

  Karen stood in a back place. But there was nothing. No floor was felt underneath, and she couldn't find any walls or ceiling when she reached out. She looked like she was alone, but didn't feel like it. Her body tensed when she felt something breathing down her neck. Slowly, Karen turned around. She saw absolutely nothing 'Pull yourself together Karen! Nothing is here and you know its a dream! Right?'

  Karen felt that the dreaming part was right, but everything else told her otherwise. She wasn't alone, and she knew it. After a long time, the air suddenly thickened, it was hard to breath and Karen began to flail about, as if she were in water. Her ears buzzed, green eyes wide and mouth gaping, begging for air to enter. Her lungs screaming and tightening.

  She saw a figure drop in front of her. It looked like a girl about her age but it was hard to tell. It was too dark but what was visible, where two glowing yellow eyes, and a wide smile filled with sharp teeth. It just stood there, upside down to Karen and smiling. The girl began to fade away after a long while of watching the girl's suffering from lack of pure oxygen.

  "Good bye, Karen." She sang with a demonic voice. Karen woke up, screaming and sweating. She looked around, seeing 8:45am on her clock. Here parents were already at work.

  Karen took a deep, shaky breath, calming herself down. She grabbed her inhaler and was soon breathing normally. She walked down the stairs to the kitchen. She grabbed a small bowl and some cereal, soon finishing up her meal. She then sat on the couch, playing video games until she needed to go outside for fresh air. She got into her black hoodie and red jeans, then walked outside.

  She passed by her friend's house, knowing that she was in school. Karen walked to the park where her only friend, Ashley, used to play with her when they were kids. She sat in one of the old swings and began to swing herself, humming a lullaby her mother sang to her when she was still a little girl.

  After a few minutes, Karen heard laughter behind her. She turned her head to see a group of popular blondes with their boyfriends. They were all holding paper bags and walking in zig zags.

   "Drunk bastereds....." Karen sighed. They then noticed her and started wobbling over. One girl triped but they just walked past her. She got up and clumsily ran up to her boyfriend. They then were standing in front of her, laughing and poking fun at her face.

   Karen then slapped one of the drunktard's hand away. She let out a scream and held her hand as if a dog bit it. Then one of the blonde girls shoved through the group, her boyfriend behind her. She stood in high heels and wore large ear rings. She wore a strapless, pink shirt that was way too transparent and her small bra was visible. She had some skinny blue jeans and was a little overboard with the makeup. Seriously? Ocean blue lipstick? Are you serious?

   "Sooooo, the FREAK is finally outside huh? Finally we can finish what started yesterday!" She said, smacking at her gum. Karen let out a snort of discusst.

    "Oh just fuck off Seria!"Karen huffed. She then felt a sharp pain in her cheek as Seria smacked her. Karen stood up, looking the brat in the eye. Her fist then made contact with her pretty face. She held her face and watched as a small drop of blood fell from her now broken nose, to the piece of gum she was chewing on, which was now in the wood chips.

   Seria turned to her boyfriend, rage filled her face "Preston, come here and teach this bitch a lesson."

   He nodded, walking past her and cracking his knuckles. He grabbed one of his friends' bottle of alcohol "With pleasure." He growled.

   With that he swung the bottle over Karen's head. Blood oozed from her head and was then kicked to the ground. Preston began to kick her stomach until she coughed up bright red blood. one of the boys held a vidio camera, recording the whole thing. Preston grabbed a large stick and with a loud smack, everything went black.

  Hours later Karen woke up on a hospital bed. A tube was in her arm. She looked around,trying to get up, a flash of pain through her stomach sent her lying back down, groaning in pain. A docter then walked in. He was writing stuff on a clipboard. He had black hair with unshaved sideburns, and glasses. He had bright blue eyes and a kind face. He took notice of Karen and smiled.

  "Oh good, your awake." He smiled. Karen returned the smile "You know you were out for at least eight hours." He stated as he turned back to his clipboard. Karen's eyes widened.

  "Really? What happened?" She asked, not really remembering how she ended up in the hospital. The doctor smiled "You were found bleeding and passed out in the park."

  "Oh yeah.... I remember" Karen watched as the doctor went up to a desk near the door. He pulled out a needle and walked up to her. She has a questioning look on her face as she watched the man kneel down. He noticed her look and chuckled "This month is the most sick month. We try to keep the flu as far away as possible."

  Karen smiled when the needle was pulled out. The doctor covered it up with alcohol and a plain band aid. He stood up and looked down at her "Would you like to see your parents?" Karen nodded. The tall man left the room. A few seconds later her parents rushed in. Karen smiled, ignoring the sudden waves of pain that hit her head. Her worried parents smiled, seeing that their only child was OK.

  Suddenly, a huge wave of searing pain thwarted her head, causing  Karen to groan in pain. Her parents' faces became more worried and they sat next yo her. Her father squeezed her hand as he could do nothing but watch as his little girl began to scream.

  The doctor walked in as if nothing was going on. He locked the door behind him and pulled out a pistol. He aimed it at Jeremy "good bye, Mr and Mrs Chell." He pulled the trigger and smiled as Jeremy's body fell to the floor, blood spilling out from his chest to the floor. Karen screamed along with her mother, who jumped in front of the mad doctor. But she ended up getting shot in the stomach in her attempt to saver her daughter.


  "NOOO!!" Karen sobbed, the pain had finally stopped, and there was a strange, buzzing sound ringing in her ears. She passed out.

  "Hello? Hello are you awake?" A soft voice called out. Karen opened her eyes, seeing a woman standing next to her. She had blonde, short hair, bright blue eyes, and a well built body.

  Karen let out a growl, not trusting the stranger "Who're you?"

  The woman smiled "I'm Helen. You?"

  "Uh..... I dunno." Helen sighed. She stood there in thought "We could nickname you. What's your favorite activity?"

  For some unknown reason, this was easily remembered "Drawing."

  "Nice hobby! Now let's see..." Helen was deep in thought, an idea flashed through her head "Sketch! We could call you Sketch !"

  "Sketch......" Sketch sounded good. It easily rolled off the tounge. She nodded after considering. Helen smiled, when the heavy metal door swung open. The man who had shot Sketch's parent dead walked in. Anger boiled up inside of her, but he just laughed.

  "She looks marveles doesn't she Helen?" He asked her. Helen nodded, a fake smile on her face "Indeed she does, doctor John."

  Helen was dissmised from the room, leaving with a sad expression on her face. John turned to Sketch. He smiled and pulled out a small mirror "Heres the new you!"

  Sketch stared in horror at the sight of her face. Two sets of ears, two large feline ears on her head, with her normal ones still in place. Large yellow orange eyes with flecks of gold, and zippers in bedded into her cheeks. She sat there, not moving. Suddenly she began to laugh, revealing large, shark-like teeth. Her sudden laughter made John twitch in surprise and uncomfort. He left the room, leaving the mirror with Sketch as she began to play around with the zippers in her face.

  Years passed. Sketch had grown strong and quick. Helen was her caretaker, who had developed feelings for Sketck and looked over her like a mother would a child. She would be the most proud when Sketch would pass the many tests she was put through, and she would comfort her when she had the strange nightmares almost every night.

  John, however, felt as though their bond was getting too strong. He began to seperate them for longer periods of time. But Helen would not have it. She planed an escape to get them both away from the lab. Finally, she took action.

  Sketch slept on the hard bed in her small room. She woke up with a start when a hand covered her mouth. She looked up to see Helen, her index finger on her lips signalling to be quiet. Sketch nodded, and allowed her to be carried out. Sketch starred wide eyed at the full moon, not seeing it for at least five years. She reached a hand up, mesmerized by its beauty. Helen smiled. Seeing The 14 year old girl act like a small child was adorable.

  Sketch was seated in the passenger seat of the red car, Helen quickly drove off. After an hour, Sketch had dozed off, her cat ears leaning back as her head rested against the window. Hours passed as Helen drove. She wanted to get as far away from the lab as possible. She stopped in front of of a large town house. She purchased a room and rushed Sketch inside. They fell asleep on the soft bed, no nightmares at all.

  Weekes passed. Sketch would stay indoors, knowing that of she were found, she would be sent to a laboratory for research. When Helen went out to bye food, Sketch would find out new abilities, like her favorite one. Being able to walk on ceilings and walls. She used that ability to surprise Helen when she got home.

  One day, Helen came home with two small boxes with holes in the sides. Inside of them were a puppy demon hyena husky mix and a small ender kitten,both taken from the lab. Sketch named the demon soul Eater (Soul for short) and the kitten Ender, who could teleport every so often.

  Helen walked up to Sketch one day, she confest her motherly love for her. Sketch sat there, suddenly bursting into tears of joy, happy about the thought of having a mother again as she smuggled into her chest.

  Sketch watched the news as Helen was out shopping for more food. The murder reports came up about a hiker, found dead with a hatchet in her skull. Sketch smiled at this, laughing at the image of the body and  sobbing family. She didn't know why, she just did.

  As time passed, Ender and Soul had grown up. Ender had complete control over his teleportation power and figured out how to morf into a human or neko. He found his true form in the process, nice and tall with a skinny body. Soul had learned how to morf into a few different forms as well. They would be in human form so that they could convert with Shetch and Helen. They would also play video games when Sketch wasn't drawing or watching (and laughing at) the murder reports.

  One day the four were eatig dinner, when a knock sounded from the front door. Helen stood up, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that Ender and Soul turned into animals and Sketch hide on the hallway ceiling. Soul walked off to his room, Ender following.

  Helen walked up to the front door, taking a second glance around. She creeked the door open, she peeked out from behind the door, but was shoved back by three men, all wearing black, leather jackets and sunglasses. The shortest of the three held up a gun. Helen shuddered "Y-you.."

  "Traitor! Where's our test subjects?!" He growled. Helen looked him in the eye "And why would I tell you anything? I know you'll shoot me otherwise."

  Sketch then recognized the man's scent 'JOHN!!'

  John smiled, clearly angered "Fine. Your funeral." He began to pull the trigger, but Sketch jumped ontop of his arm, snapping it in half and causing him to scream in pain. She turned to Helen, who had a bullet hole in her side. John laughed, holding his broken arm.

   Rage caused her to jump onto of him, screeching. The sounds had sent Ender ad Soul running out. They saw the two men try to pry Sketch off of John. The tackled them to the ground, tearing at their throats and killing them. John screamed in pain as sketch pulled a pencil from her pockets band stabbed it into his chest, over and over.

   "Oh please help me g-g-g-o-go------" unable to say god, Sketch shoved the pencil in his eye, killing him. When she pulled her pencil out, it was glowing an ice blue. Her mad eyes had gone undescribably insane as she pulled the eyes from the sockets of the men, using her strange pencil to pull them out. She held one of them to her face, holding it by the muscle strands. She opened her mouth and swallowed it whole. She let out a groan as the flavor of the eye slid down her throat. She tossed four more to her cat and dog, who swallowed them up as well. Sketch ate the last one and turned to Helen.

  "Helen?" Sketch kneeled beside her and listened for any breathing. She let out a with of relief when she heard her heart beat. The hospital was only half a mile away, but they had to get there fast. Soul ran outside and began to grow into a larger size. When he was as big as a horse, Shetch crawled onto his back, Ender helping keep Helen from falling off.

   When they came to the hospital, Sketck had drawn stitches on the wound. She carried Helen on her back and sat her next to the hospital door. She turned away with tears rolling down her face. She climbed back on Soul's back and ran off to the woods, Soul, smelling a group of boy scouts camping.




   BREAKING NEWS! A group of boy scouts out on a camping trip have been found dead! Some of them had the bite marks of an unusually large dog and cat. Others were torn open, their faces showed that they had been tortured and all of their eyes where missing. A few of them were found half eaten. Killers are still at large though 14 year old Karen Chell is a suspect of the murdered. She is also accused of killing her parents with a gun and severely injuring Helen Dane.