Iris. Named after the flower, Iris seemed anything but a flower. She matched the eye muscle better, watching everything and acting on her insight. You could call her a vigilante.
When Iris was a child, everyone knew she was different. Special. Iris knew everyone's dirty secretes, and always seemed to know when anybody was lying. That made a very difficult childhood.
She would bump into a murderer and shiver, telling her parents about her insight. Despite knowing Iris was special, her parents never believed her, shaking off her weird claims as a wild imagination.
Thus, Iris grew up believing she was insane. And in some ways, she really was.
In one instance, Iris befriended a shy girl named Ciara. One fateful morning, Ciara's family friend killed her. The police suspected the grief stricken father, who was the only person not there when they found Ciara's body. Iris began to torture Ciara's family friend.
It started innocent enough. After all, Iris was only twelve. Iris would visit him and not disappear until nightfall, returning the next day in the summertime. He would threaten to kill her as well, but Iris always found some dirty secret of his that would immediately render him speechless.
It continued like that for years. Iris would visit the man and verbally attack him, and as she got older and her powers grew stronger, the attacks grew worse. Finally, the man confessed, releasing Ciara's father from prison, and the family friend committed suicide.
All of Iris's smaller targets got smart and turned themselves in as well to escape the little girl's wrath.
And Iris was little. Standing at barely five feet when she was fifteen, she looked much like a flower. The look faded as soon as she gave anyone her infamous death stare. Nobody saw that if he or she didn't have to.
Some said Iris could look into one's soul. She claimed she could read minds.
Iris and her friends were out at the mall doing what girls did. One of her friends, however, disappeared into a department store without telling the others.
"Where did Felicity go?" Iris's friend Stacey asked.
"I'll check it out," Iris responded. She ducked into the store and ran right into Felicity. The new necklace around Felicity's neck beckoned. It felt stolen.
"Hey Iris, I was just about to–" Iris snatched her arm hard and pushed Felicity into the wall.
"Give it back," Iris hissed.
"What?" Felicity sputtered. "What are you talking about? Where are Emma and Stacey?"
"You little fashion doll. Give the necklace back," Iris hissed. She couldn't stand thieves. Thieves, murderers, and conmen were the worst. She never imagined Felicity would be one of them.
"It's okay, they make enough money–" Felicity coughed before Iris pushed her into a wall.
"I'll tell your father about this," Iris hissed. "I'll let him know what you did to his car that night. I'll tell him everything."
Felicity squirmed. "But no one knows about that. I was alone!" But staring into Iris's eyes told Felicity that Iris did know. The things people said about Iris were true.
"I'll give them all back!" Felicity screamed. She flung open her purse and grabbed golden bracelets and diamond earrings, all stolen. "Go away, you monster! I don't ever want to see you again!"
Iris let go and joined Emma and Stacey. She told them Felicity had gone to the bathroom. The store, however, was less than cooperative, and they called the cops.
One week later, Felicity committed suicide. She left a note, saying that Iris was an insane monster. Iris didn't realize how true that statement was until that moment. 558Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHwZcPe6dRs
