This takes place before the first season and contains major spoilers for those of you unfinished with the Jack the Ripper arc. Those of you who haven't, please stop reading here.
This is written from Madame Red's point of view. I stepped into her shoes and tried to guess how she must have felt to become the awful thing she did.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. How unfortunate.
Angelina walked into the hospital bathroom trembling. Her fingers dripped with blood. She moved toward the sink slowly, as if she were in a trance, a kind of blank horror shown on her face. At first, she couldn't bear to look at them, but she had to coordinate to find the sink. So she looked down at her hideous, red-stained hands and gasped. Her child's life blood was spilling off of her hands! She could hear the tiny creature wailing in anguish for her, wondering why the person he had always loved fiercely by default had abandoned him and let him die. Angelina sank to the ground and wept.
Angelina wondered through her hysteria how she ever could have thought she could be a fit mother after she had ended the lives of so many unborn children. Just like her own! And now, she stared retribution in the face. What she had done came back to haunt her. She paid with her own child and any hope she ever had of bearing one.
Red. The colour of fire, destruction, heat, and blood. Angelina knew she had been marked at birth. Her red hair cursed her to carve a path of red wherever she went! No more... She couldn't go on like this. With so many lives on her consciousness. She began to seriously consider the scalpel in her pocket as a way out. But then- something stopped her. Dying wouldn't make up for what she had done, it would only make her a coward. She widened her eyes as she realised what she must do.
She was born into her fate, her red hair marking her fate. Angelina was gone now, everything that drove her was dead. Her red path was one she regretted and one she couldn't take back. Madame Red was left behind, determined to make her destined red path the way she wanted it. This woman was nothing like Angelina. Madame Red knew what she was doing and was in control, Angelina had blundered down her path carelessly and regretted it.
I hope you enjoyed Chapter One! Writing from Red's point of view is certainly a challenge, so please tell me if there is anything you think I may be able to improve on. Please do tell me what you think of my sort of "Split personality" twist at the end there. I liked the idea of her basically forgiving her old self and allowing herself to be 'reborn' as a new person with her desired motif.
Thank you very much,
Sebassy-chan
