Maybe we Want to be Violent...
Dorothy smiled. She had been waiting for this day since she had met the dishwater-blonde princess of the Sank Kingdom.
There was a mistake in the name, she thought to herself. There was supposed to be another "k."
She waited for Relena to arrive in her room. She had sent her an invitation under the false pretenses of explaining a pacifist theory to her.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
A face with blank, blue-green-grey eyes, and a large nose, framed by greasy, bread-colored hair with bowl-cut bangs that were much to short smiled. The word "Hello" was said through the large mouth, that twitched with every syllable spoken in that irritating voice. Dorothy ground her teeth.
Soon, it will be over, she thought.
She turned to face the ugly girl. She pulled a gun out from a desk drawer and pointed it at her.
"Dorothy!" Relena gasped. "Are... you going to... kill... me?"
"What did you think I was going to do, Miss Relena? I am not as kind as the boy called 'Heero Yuy'"
"But.. why?"
"Miss Relena, it is human nature to cause pain and misery, but not in such great numbers as you have. People enjoy bloodshed and tears. We all want to kill each other, even though we won't admit it.
You, Miss Relena, have caused more misery than anyone else. You fill peoples' minds with ludicrous notions of pacifism. You have made them drop their defenses and let themselves be slaughtered! To attain peace, we need more pain! For this, Miss Relena, you must pay!"
"HEEEERRRRROOOOOO!!!!!!" were Relena's last words as the bullet sped towards her.
Blood splattered on the clear glass windows, and spread out upon the floor.
"A pity," Dorothy said, brushing some hair out of her face. "It will be such a pain to clean up."