I can't write, I'm just gay and I have ideas
She's born tiny and pink with little grass green eyes. She's born with the stranger soul mark either of her parents have ever seen. A horizontal red line like an irritated scar with several silver marks on and around it.
Its only 13 years later, when she gets angry and lashes out at her teacher, her current sparring partner, cutting at the shirt around his neck, she sees a mark similar to hers, a red line, green and pink marks scattered on and around it.
His mothers been gone since he was 4, his fathers not coming back.
His arm is tinted purple. His stomach is in knots. He doesn't know who to turn to.
He just wants his parents, and maybe his fathers gone forever but, what about his mother?
Its then that he decides, however long it takes, however far he has to go, hell find her.
The cars follow.
One: A matte black paint job so ugly he cringes.
Two: a bright lime green that looks toxic or worse.
Three: a deep maroon, shining so bright the paint looks fresh enough to drop down.
Four: a car so glittering white, the sun glares off it like its own star.
They've followed him this far. He'll make sure they won't be following him home.