The bluedressed man in front of them backed off, horrified of what he saw. His pistol was aimed straight on the creatures head. But it was shaking so hard he couldn't shoot.
"If you just poke him", she countinued, while a tear slid down her cheek, "you'll never see the sunrise."
Her hair growed, raised, like the gravity just vanished around her. Silent, not a sound.
The man dropped his gun and held his shaking hands above his head. His lips tried to form words, but nothing came out. He turned around and ran out from the dark room...

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Many has asked for a little background to this, and I'm sorry, I shouldn't have confused you like that! A-haha...!

In some way, Fright was nearby a little town, hidden somewere she saw bluedressed militaries pointing their weapons at innocent people and kill them. In the end she couldn't stand it, she thought that she might could hide better in one of the houses around.
When she went in, she heard a child cry. In the middle of the room a little blackhaired boy sat, bloody, with his parents on each side on him. They didn't move.
As scared as Fright can be, she was on her way to run out again. But she stopped when another bluedressed man with weapon came in, and she quickly hid in the shadows.
The man pointed his weapon against the crying boy, shouted and kicked his parents bodys.
Something happened deep inside Fright. Suddenly, she wasn't afraid of that man. She hated him. She hated him more than she hated that blonde shorty once. Before she knew it, she stepped out from the shadows, ran trough the room and lay her arms around the little boy, while feeling her poisonous hair raising...
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There you got some background! ^^
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Fright, boy, art © Hubedihubbe