Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-25119920-20150508200044

"I see your point," Iris agreed to his statement, "Heh. You know what's kinda funny? Our scars. You seem to have some physical scars, while most of mine are mental. Pain's such an interesting thing, isn't it?"

Iris decided to show him another of her scars. Pulling back her long hair to the left side of her head, an irregular scar on the right side of her neck showed. It was healed for the most part, but you could still see the impact.

"This is what happens when a kid throws a rock at you, behind your back. He apparently thought I bite his grandmother, because of a "snake bite" on her back. Cyrus completely lost it when I came home. Tracked down the kid's address, and permantely shut down every electrical thing in the house. Nothing was turning back on anytime soon. He even managed to block the electrical flow into the house. I was eight when it happened."

Iris laughed when she finished the story. She might be a little out of it, but she had a reason. People caused her pain, and she had her overprotective cousin to help her, whenever she fell. Cyrus was her rock. If anyone ever did anything bad to him, Iris would make that little bastard pay ten-fold.