I wanna be a lot of things, so much pent up inside of me

I wanna be stronger, too long I've sat here undecidedly planning strategy,

Half of me knows it's all just a fallacy failing miserably, drastically,

And then I crash dramatically into a wall,

I've hit a hundred times before but I still ignore the dark red blood stains on the floor,

And I'm back in front of you lord, with blood on the floor,

Is the blood mine or yours?

Don't wanna do this anymore

Back and forth between being me and who you call me to be

You see a man free who thinks he has to buy a key to a door

But he can't 'cause he's poor and he can't fall down anymore

'Cause he's already on the floor

And his heart is broken and all this is his scar

But it's warm from crying

'Cause he will try nine times to realize nine crimes but he has more than nine lives

So he picks himself up and keeps climbing for the prize again

Here I come, come to you,

Just to show the bloods soaked through,

Through my bones, and all I own

Is there a way for me to grow?

I walk, to you, rain falls from you,

Can you wash me?

Can you drown me?

Drown - Tyler Joseph

They say the worst people can be turned good. That at some point, even the most violent and brutal people can realize their mistakes and ask for forgiveness, and then never do the crime again. I think that's a load of bull. How could someone ever possibly ask forgiveness? After a lie? A theft? A Murder? You chose to do the crime, and now your going to ask for forgiveness? "I forgive you". It's just words. Something people say to make you feel better for what you've done. They could never really forgive you. It's all lie. And in knowing that, how could someone already evil be turned good? They can't. Any attempt to change who we are is pointless.

Even now, standing in a pool of blood, surrounded by decapitated heads and slaughtered bodies, I won't ask for forgiveness for what I've done. They didn't deserve to die, and there families didn't deserve to be left alone, but all the same, I won't repent. Sure, a small part of me still screams that it isn't right, that I had no right to so brutally take their lives from them, but it becomes a lot easier when you learn to tune that voice out and don't let your emotions get involved.

I didn't want these people dead. I didn't actively go seek them out and decide that they where going to die. They were soldiers, earning an honest living for themselves and their families. I was only sixteen, I had no disagreements with them. But she did. One of them acted out of line. One of them said something he shouldn't have. He offended her, and as a punishment, she wanted every one in his group dead as an example for others who might be tempted to disobey her. I didn't bother counting how many people there was in his group, but there wasn't very many. I didn't care. She wanted the job done and I would get it done. I couldn't disappoint her. I had expectations to live up too.

"Look at you, your soaked. I thought you could do a cleaner job than that." Said a loud voice from behind me. I slowly turned to face the person who was standing in the doorway. In front of me stood a vile woman, known as the one and only, Queen of Hearts. She was a tall woman dressed in different shades of red from head to toe. She had somewhat of a full figure, pale skin, and fiery red hair that was wrapped elegantly on her head. She wore a old Victorian gown and a small crown.

"I must have gotten carried away." I reply lamely. She was right though, I was covered in blood. She scoffed at me.

"Are they all dead?" She asked. I nodded. The slightest grin appeared on her lips. "Good. Because I already have a new assignment for you. Grab your things and go wash up. Meet me in the hall when your done. I'll get some one else to clean this mess up." Grab my things. She meant my ax. I turned slightly to find my ax wedged into some poor guys decapitated head. Right where I had left it. I turn back to the Queen who was waiting for a response.

"Yes, mother." I replied.

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It didn't take me long to get cleaned up. I was in a rush anyway, afraid to keep my mother waiting. No one should be foolish enough to make that mistake. I quickly showered and threw on the first clothes I could find. I wore on a loose red half shirt over a black tank top, with a pair of tight torn black jeans with red hearts going down one leg. I threw on a pair of socks and my short black combat boots, before jumping in front of the mirror to get a good look at myself. I had already combed my pitch black hair, but hadn't bothered to properly dry it. Blood red eyeliner surrounded my light blue eyes. There where a few scrapes and bruises visible on my pale skin, which must have been from the soldiers I had killed earlier that day. They had put up quite the fight. In the end they where no match for me though. I was a trained killer, born and raised by the most violent and brutal villain known to man, the Queen of Hearts. It's true that she enjoyed chopping off people's heads, or watching them being chopped off more likely. She didn't like to get messy. I don't know what she got out of it, all I know is that she enjoyed watching them die. And when they were done, she would have the head sent to her collection room. Yes, she did have a collection room, specifically for all of the people she had ever had killed. I had never been in in there. I never wanted to be. I just did my job, and that was it. I couldn't dwell on what I had done. I had to keep moving forward, not feeling, not caring. Whatever job my mother had for me, I would do it.

Finally, before I left my room, I grabbed my weapons belt and attached my ax to it. I had taken long enough that my hair was at least halfway dry, and I looked halfway decent. I quickly walked down some of the many halls to reach the main hall where my mother waited. We lived in a large and rundown castle in waistlands of wonderland. The waistlands where were all outcasts and the exiled of wonderland lived. The place was barely livable, as it was constantly dark and hardly anything could grow out of the dry land. We managed though, sometimes by steeling food from travelers of wonderland who came to close to the waistlands border. It wasn't ideal, but it worked. But in the center of the dark and rundown land, stood my mothers castle. They say after Alice and the White Queen banished my mother, she came here completely enraged. She had been violent, and killed any one who crossed her path. So, out of complete fear, the people of waistland joined her, as well as people from her old army. Soon she had complete control, and had the people build her a castle. Just by looking at it anyone could tell that it hadn't been professionally done, and would eventually fall apart, but it was a castle none the less. The whole building had been painted different shades of red, inside and out. The Queen absolutely loved it.

I finally made it to the entrance of the main hall and opened the door to find my mother sitting in her large throne with her head held high. Two guards where stationed on either side of her. The room had large blood red painted walls with filthy and torn golden draperies surrounding large windows and hanging over the stage that held my mothers golden throne. I walked forward onto the red carpet that led down the center of the room, and stopped once I reached the stairs directly below the queen. I got on my knees and put my fist over my heart. A formal salute to the Queen, required by anyone who dared talk to her, including her daughter. I looked up to see the queen smiling.

"Crimson, my darling. Stand." I rose to my two feet and looked up at her. She waved at her guards. "Leave us." She waited until they where gone before she spoke again. "I have a task for you. You've heard of Auradon, haven't you?"

"You mean that place where all the Heroes live? I mean, beside the people of wonderland?" Of course I knew the place, villains talked about it like it was the worst place on the planet. Which of course, it was probably the exact opposite. About twenty or so years before, someone by the name of Belle married a beast, who just so happened to be a prince. They married, and then the former beast and now king decided to join all of the kingdoms together, so they could all live in peace. But of course for this to work he would also have to deal with the villains. So, his great solution was to throw them on an island know as the "isle of the lost" where they could never escape, had no magic, and no freedom. By this time of course the Queen of Hearts had already been defeated, and was just getting started in her rule over Wasteland. The White Queen refused to move her to the isle though, in fear that my mother might somehow escape during transportation. So king beast agreed to leave her and everyone that was already in Wasteland here. Unknowingly, he had left my mother an army to train. So while we lived in waste, and the other villains lived on some skimpy island, they got to live in paradise.

"Yes that one. Well recently they got a new king, who had the brilliant idea of allowing villain children from the isle of the lost to start attending some of there schools." She answered.

"Ok, what does that have to do with us?" I asked. A wicked smile appeared on her face before she stood up and began to walk towards me.

"Well you see darling they had started out with only four kids, kind of a... Test run, so to say." She slowly began to walk around me, observing, as if waiting for me to do something stupid. "He picked the children of some pretty dangerous villains, but that didn't seem to matter. They all chose to be good in the end."

I looked at her, confused. "How did they just decide to become good?"

She snorted. "Beats me. Even the daughter of the most powerful villain on the isle is dating the king now. I heard she even took down her mother to be with him."

Took down her own mother? Is that even possible? "I still don't understand what that has to do with us." I stated.

She circled around until she stood directly in front of me. I held my breath. "It has to do with us, because after those four became good, he decided to let more villains come to his schools. And that my dear is exactly what your going to do. But not just any school. The Kings school. Auradon Prep."

I looked at her with my eyes wide. School? When was the last time I had even been to school? I mean sure we had one, but no really cared for it. Why did it matter now? "Why? I'm not even from the isle I doubt they'll let me go."

"Oh that's already taken care of. I sent a letter to him myself. He was more than willing to give you a uh... Second chance. The White Queen was a little reluctant on the idea though."

"But why?" I asked again. She frowned. She was getting impatient with me.

She took a step forward so she was standing directly in front of me. I had to tilt my head back to look up at her, since she was considerably taller than me. "Because, this is our chance to take back my power. My control. All you have to do, is bring me back the Kings head. Imagine the chaos. The people without a king, without order, they won't know what to do with themselves. That's when I'll strike, and take Auradon, and with that, take back Wonderland."

"Why can't you just send someone up there to just kill him now?" I asked. As soon as I spoke I immediately regretted it, as she brought back her hand and slapped me hard across the face.

"So many idiotic questions!" She exclaimed, before whipping around and walking back up the stairs to her thrown. She sat down and glared down at me. I kept my head down and slowly brought my hand up to my cheek where she had hit me. It hurt. It was ok though, it's not like it was the first time. The queen let out a sigh. "These things have to be thought through carefully. A murder like this isn't completed in just one day. We're talking about killing a king here, not some peasant who's managed to piss me off. He's going to have guards. People will constantly be around him. You have to get close to him, find out his schedule, when he's alone, and then you strike. And besides, all of the exits the lead out of wonderland are heavily guarded, so I wouldn't be able to send just anyone. It has to be you."

I nodded my head. "Yes mother."

"Go pack your things. You leave in the morning."

I quickly turned and walked out of the hall. I'm leaving this place? To go live with heroes? I mean come on, there the reason that us villains are stuck in dark places like this. And what's this about a second chance? I'm disgusted. I don't want to go to that awful place. But still a small part of me feels... Relieved. I finally get to go see more than a barren wasteland.