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Blackwell Painters

Meredith Grace and Kylee Morgan Blackwell are twins that have lost everything, besides each other. With a new maddening disease breaking lose will they be able to service? That and having to go to school. Will they rise above it? Or die trying?

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Chapter One- Unknown Disease

"The disease is currently unknown. The only known information is the results, the victim's eyes will slowly go red and their personality will change to bent and twisted. Sadistic and bloodthirsty to the point of attacking close family and friends -"

The small pale girl sighed as she turned off the old box of a TV. The women annoyed her, driving her insane very time she heard the women's voice. While she didn't know of her personally, everyone knew about her family. The unnatural pink hair gave it away, Hong-Yen.

The Hong-Yen were a strange family. The females having unnatural pink hair with either blue or green eyes, while the males were lucky enough not to have this trait instead usually having brown or blonde hair. Sadly for them, Bi-polar ran in their very blood. Which left her wondering why she wasn't panicking about this 'unknown disease', since she made such a fuss about the recent outbreaks of the flu, not only two days ago.

Sighing she stood, her thick black hair going to her ankles. The dark blue of her shirt was hugging her skin too tightly, making her sigh. She wouldn't be able to give this to her twin sister, both having the same built. They would need to find a way to get more clothes. However, with the breakout of this serial killing invoked disease, she doubted anyone would help her.

She never found anything wrong with her dark ruby eyes. She thought it was fascinating that a lowly orphan would be born with such a beautiful thing. Even her twin was born with them being one of the few things that they had in common. However barely anyone saw the colour as a blessing, instead calling them demons or flesh eaters.

Carefully she blow out the candle on her sister's side of the bed. Her sister always liked to read by candle light, since it hurt her eyes trying to read in a stronger light. Meredith thought it was a strange, but cute habit that wasn't going to stop. Her sister would fit in tomorrow with hip length white hair. Her fingers curled into fists, but she sighed and stopped when the skin on her knuckles went white.

Broken fingers or any broken bones, couldn't be afforded. Not since she had to work to bring in money. She hated to think like that, however, it was true. She was glad Kylee was able to get a job at the local bookstore.

Unlike me, she thought while going into her 'study'. She and her sister were able to find an abandoned factor, while they weren't able to touch the outside, the inside was theirs to do what they wish. So they each had their own 'studies'. Hers had sleeves of spray paint and books filled with different sketches of graffiti.

Sighing she closed the door, before going to a basket that was filled with clothes. Disease or not, hunters or not. Meredith Blackwell wasn't going to be caught off guard. Pulling up her shirt with a winch, she looked at the giant bruise on her side. A nice shade of violet and blue, while going yellow to green around edges.

She had to be able to paint quickly, but not only that, she had to get away quickly. If she wasn't able to escape, she was usually given a sound beating. So far, no one had pulled a gun on her. It was like an unsaid rule. Don't shot the painter, don't r**e the painter; you might use him or her later.

It was the only reason she could come up with. After all gangs needed painters, so they didn't have to risk their own necks or even their lives when defacing other territories. Luckily, she was able to gain the muscle needed to survive, doing this since she found she was good at painting at seven.

Meredith slid into her nightgown, a soft blue in colour with black outlining. It was old and worn, but it was warm. Lying next to her sister, she looked at the old roof, while she and Kylee were able to fix the inside of their 'house' there wasn't much they could do about the roof. She didn't know how tired she was until her eyes closed as she soon as her head hit the pillow, darkness filling her vision as she went to sleep.

Darkness was the only thing Meredith knew.