The Urge to Kill
Disclaimer: An extremely dark fic. Very OOC. Don't sue, don't own, don't kill. Moment of inspiration, my muse just took over my body and this happened. I'll repeat again... DON'T KILL!
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THE URGE TO KILL
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The urge to kill can, at times, be powerful and alluring. A strangle-hold on both victim and purpotrator. It was how I sometimes felt, the immersurable power of the sight of blood intoxicating me and blinding me, hypnotizing me to shed more and more... Never to be able to quench my thirst until the last drop had been spilt.
The urge to kill was at it's most strongest a weed, growing and wrapping its poisonous roots against my heart. At times, especially when she was being annoying, I wanted to shut her up for good. Just wrap my hands around her neck and watch as the light flickered from her blue, blue eyes.
The urge to kill was always strongest when he wasn't around.
Everyone thought that I was the nice one, the innocent one. Oh, how wrong they were. I wasn't the innocent one. No siree. I had, after all, killed my family and the people that had once said they loved me.
They only said that because they were afraid of me, afraid of the power that I was both cursed and blessed with. They only said those things to get out of the punishments they knew would befall them if they stepped out of line...
Oh, how I loved to make them all look like fools. Running circles around both of them, the whole convent... It was as easy as taking that knife and plunging it into my mothers back... Mere childs play.
Yes.
The urge to kill was growing stronger once more, the refreshing energy of anger coursing its way through my veins underneath my skin. She was near once more, complaining that the head nun had taken away her driving priveledges once more. Her voice was so grating.
My hand twitched in response.
Not now. Not while he is around. I thought to myself, breathing deeply and calming myself down.
No.
No one could know that I was far from innocent.
No one could know that I was darker than any devil.
No one could know that this little apostle had fallen to the darkness of the kill.
No one could know that Azmaria Hendric wanted Rosette Christopher dead.
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FIN!