Blood.

Blood, blood, blood.

... Enticing.

Oh, but don't they think you're sweet?

Oh, don't they think you're shy, that you could never hurt a fly?

How well you have them fooled!

Drip, drip, drip.

The red liquid pouring from the knife leaked through her fingers. She took a moment to simply stare at it, to appreciate the beauty of something those with lower IQs would find horrifying.

Intelligence comes with a price.

Wiping the blood against her poofing skirt, it was not often, she thought, that she dressed in the manner she did today. In the days when she researched anatomy and death, she tended to see things in a different perspective. Clad with black corsets and petticoats, she went for almost a gothic lolita look; one that quite suited her, it seemed.

Blank eyes drifted to the corpses, rotting and rotting in their all-too-pleasuring deaths. Flies swarmed about their bodies.

She approved.

It was all part of her study, you see; her far-too personal study. The study she kept under so many locks that not even the one recording this now knows exactly what she was studying.

And studying she was.

Police sirens cut through the eerily silent atmosphere, sounding closer and closer.

Someone had heard the screams coming from her home and called the police.

She disapproved.

And as the cops barged in, her neighbor by their side, she reacted impassively.

Cuffs bonded her fragile, bloody wrists. They began to read out her rights, but her mind, and her eyes, were still on the corpses.

Pretty, pretty corpses.

Her neighbor began to sob, crying out,

"WHY?"

She. only. laughed.

"Life is petty," the monotone words escaped her lips. "No one will remember my parents, decades from now. Barely anyone would miss them. It was their time. I merely did them a favor,"

"IT WASN'T THEIR TIME! YOU CAN'T DECIDE THEIR TIME!"

A small pause.

"It's Mo's turn to play God,"

A smirk.

"And play God I shall,"

A/N: Just a small note: I am considering turning this into a series of one-shots, though I'm not entirely sure yet. I'll be keeping it on 'In-Progress' until I decide.