Blasphemy

By Ms. Kinnikufan

Disclaimer: I own no one.

Blackfire sat in a goth club called "Blasphemy". Blackfire had always liked the word "blasphemy."

It had often been used to describe her: a girl with black hair and violet eyes among a sea of Tamaranians with red hair and green eyes. She liked being a blasphemy, it meant she was different, it meant that she was special. Blackfire simply couldn't stand the thought of blending in with the crowd-it would be such a waste of her!

However, Blasphemy the goth club did not impress Blackfire. It was like every other goth club: black walls, velvet curtains, spider webs that may or may not have been real. Blasphemy played the same music at every other goth and worst of all, their drinks were overpriced and bad.

Murmurs of "On my God, what the hell is she thinking?", "That is definitely not goth!" and "Totally wrong." interrupted Blackfire's revelries.

She looked up to see a goth girl with ash gray and skin who had pink hair and pink eyes. Not just any shade of pink either, but the pink that the most sugary cotton candy had.

A total blasphemy for the goth scene. Blackfire was in love.

"Hey barbie doll, you don't belong here!" a Blasphemy patron shouted at the mysterious pink haired girl.

The girl made a motion with a lovely hand, and a chandelier landed within inches of the mocking patron.

The mocking patron turned a shade of white that all the make-up in the world couldn't match and fled.

Blackfire applauded.

Jinx took notice of the applauding girl.

"Who are you?"

"A fellow blasphemy." She said with a wink.

"Want to dance?" She then offered.

The two blasphemies danced the night away, their fellow patron keeping their distance.