A white, red splotched skirt whipped in the cold, harshness of the wind with nothing but the light of the moon to show her fair face. Dark bangs covered her expression besides the large grin across her face. In her hand was the handle of a cold dirty metal knife and as she brought her head backwards to laugh you could clearly see blood scratched across the young one's face showing no trace of emotion other than the look of pure insanity crossing her eyes.
She giggled darkly as her knife created more meshing sounds, the sound that was so fulfilling and hilarious filled the night along with the sobbing and screaming of victims. This girl who was once so sweet was now more than just a child under the light of the thin moon. Each time she hacked restlessly at her target she would screech in a voice sounding so demonic, "YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME." Every time she finished however this phase of rage would only fade as she would inspect her work.
She kept on her slaughtering rampage until her dress was completely red along with the rest of her body and as the sun rose up, the madness left her eyes. She fell to her knees sobbing with deep remorse, calling for her parents that were now no more than flesh and bones. Her tears rushed down like the streams from a shower head and as she cried her heart out there was something blurry on her shoulder. A shadow in the shape of a cat, a shadow that no one but the girl would be able to see, or hear and it whispered into her ear, "That was fun, no?"
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