"So that's it?"

She looked at them as she clenched her mouth from the pain that echoed through her body, from that day.

"No, that was only the beginning of my torment. After all, I haven't even introduced the general yet." She said softly as she got up and walked out of the door.

"Where are you going?" Tsujido asked as he got up from his position.

"I need to walk. I will return and I will tell you the rest."

She hurried out, trying not to scream as her tears once again turned to smoke.

'Remembering that day brings me pain….what the hell did he do to me?'

She didn't notice her nose less shadow, shocked into only taking whiffs.

When she got back to the room she was confused to find the two talking to each other like she was not there.

'I'm still wondering if they are lovers or not.' She thought to herself as she walked back over to her chair and sat down ignoring their looks.

"Are you ready to hear more?" She asked politely. She really wanted to roll her eyes at the question but this is what her mother trained her to do, so she would do it to honor her dead mother.

The two took their seats just as they had before, Sujtengu was the only one that looked a little out of place with his now relaxed posture. "Please do, this is becoming my favriote tale yet."

"I don't know if you are just mocking me, or if you have a love for twisted sick little stories." She closed her eyes to thier shocked faces and smiled before plunging her memories back to where she left off...

"PLEASE!LET ME DIE!"

She slumped back down onto the table, her skin smoking from every pore and her eyes numb with pain. She couldn't even scream if she wanted to right that second. It was as if she was being disconnected from her own body.

'Is this death momma? I'm to finally die?'

Her eyes drifted closed as she waited for the grim reaper to come, wondering what he would apeear like in front of her.

'He would look like my momma's most favriote person in the world. That is who he would look like, or maybe the reaper would cross dress and look like my momma instead.'

The knife was a surprise to her when she saw it plunge into her skin. She didn't feel any pain at the moment, just the sensation of liquid bubbling in the back of her throat. She look to see the wild eyes of the crazy doctor she had been with for the past seven years. It was then that she had decied that she would forgive him if he would kill her now. He had dozen of others who would hold a grudes after death to follow after him, she didn't want to be part of it. Her eyes must have taken a softer hue or look because he began to laugh manically at her.

"Do...do...do you THINK I would let you...die?...Oh..oh..you still amuse me after all these years..."

He yanked the blade out of her and forced her to sit up, the sicking sound of burnt flesh seperating from flesh filled the room as he made her watch her own wound heal.

"Now you're mine forever. You are the next step in warfare and evoultion... The perfect being."

Those words struck a cord of horror in her. She tried to fight the madman for all these years, she had finally given up when she couldn't even go to the bathroom without assistance, and finally at the end of the most horrible experiance of her life, where she was to die. The man told her he had cursed her like Cain. To never die. To never be free. All of a sudden, a well of energy filled her as she saw red. "you...you..."

"I know, you must be confused. But don't worry, I'll always be here for you."

She lased out then, as she always hated his sickly sweet tone he used when trying to be "fatherly" to any of his poor experiments. Her small hands dug into one of his eyes, the force snapping back on of her fingers. But it was his scream and the eyeball in her hand that was her prize.

"You...bastard...YOU GODLESS WHORE OF TORTURE! May you rot with all the idiots who follow you!"

She ripped her hands out of his eye sockets, her young face twisted with her impolsive grim deed. Her hands were being covered in red liquid from the doctor...

"Stop her! Stop the experiment! She's killing the doctor!"

She was finally ripped off of the doctor, her cyincal side running faster than her sane mind could process.

"No! Don't! I like it...I like it when the red water comes out!"

She laughed as she was being kicked and beaten by the guards and the other doctors. None of them could seem to make her stop laughing, her laughter soon turned to tears as she realized the man was smiling at her.

She was still crying as another man came up to her. He was cold and heartless, she knew that by his expression. If it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't smiling he and the doctor could have been cousions.

"This little peice of shit is my new solider? I thought I told you that I need someone to fight, not to fuck."

The doctor, being treated by the others, smiled happily. "She can be either or both. She won't die by any means. She is the new eve, the future of our kind. She will do as she asks, but remember,"

He was in her face again, the blood and his smile was twisted in ways that would haunt her forever. "..she bites."

She screamed then. She screamed and screamed and screamed as she tried to get out of this nightmare that was her exsisteance. The man put a gun to her head, smack her around with it, and even stabbed her with it. It wasn't until he cocked the gun and shoved it in her mouth that she gave up her screaming and sighed a gental "Thank God." Her brains splattered the ground.

She woke later that week. It was her birthday, and she woke to her nightmare again. She was in a military uniform surrounded by boys around her age, gropping her and looking at her with a mixture of shock, lust, and horror. She couldn't even cry when she realized that she had become a cadavar knife holder. She couldn't even cry. Her tears became smoke when she tried.

The years blurred for her as she was forced to do things her mind would rather not remember. For her birthday, every year ever since the general found out, she was to be the first person to kill on a mission. And it seemed they were on a mission every day. They told the poor souls that was foolish enough to believe that every kill added up to their freedom.

The only freedom was through a body bag that was sent to any remaining family.

She had lost her name along the way. She remembered her name, but it was lost to the voices of others. Shigami, that is what they called her. That or Whore, Bitch, or any other unpleasant name they dubbed fit to call her. Shigami Hanna. The Flower of the Reapers. The Flower of Death. It was ironic to her that she was called that and she herself seemed deathless. It was her last mission, this was. She decieded that she would give herself over to the enemy. No one could figure out how the dear doctor made her this way, so she wasn't dooming anyone else to her fate. But this was it. She was either going to die by the hands of the enemy, or she was going to tie a chain of metal around her foot and dump herself into the sea like the fey queens and ladies of tattered legends that her mother once told her.

It was a normal helicopter ride, the ones where everyone was talking and she was silent counting how many time the third blade of the helicopter passed over her head.

"Hey, hey Shigami! Hanna Shigami!"

"Dude, its Shigami Hanna."

"Really?"

"Really."

She sighed and wondered if people were inbreeding now and days .

"I can hear you, and I don't care. What do you want?"

"Why are you so sad? I mean, you're our senior and you look like you're facing death. Why don't you smile for us newbies, at least give us that."

"Why should I?"

The General, the type of man he was, looked at her and smiled quietly. "Why don't you smile, its your last mission before you go. That vaction you waited for so long is just after this tiny mission."

She knew he was lying. The only type of vacation she wanted was the permante one with a gun, but she knew that the sadist got off on her suffering. He didn't think of her as human, he didn't even care about the boys he was leading to death, but the years had turned her body from that of the crying girl into some form of woman-child. And the self presavation of genes was the strongest instinct in the human race.

"Just what are we doing?"

The General frowned at her tone but decied he would keep up with the tone. "We have to kill some run away scientist of a facility. They have angered their bosses with their experiments and have tried to run away from punishment. We're here to remind them that you can't run away from such things."

"You can it you kill enough. If you are ready to do anything."

They left her statement alone, although she though they will be a few friendly fire accidents from the glares. She didn't care, she was going to end this all and she was going to succeed this time.

"All right! Its time to go!"

As usual, they dropped her off without warning, she was the first to drop and she was the closet to the red zone. Her insanity and her weariness mixed into a form of emotionless shell that shot down everything in her way. The bullets, they only made her yearn for death like it was a lover, as sick as it seemed at the time. She was killing them all off, bodygards, soilders, scientists, it didn't matter. Until she saw the child.

She looked to be six, or seven. She wasn't anywhere near ten, that was for sure. She looked at the sickly girl who held something in her hand with failing panting breath. A dead man's bomb.

"What are you doing?"

"GET AWAY!...stay away from my daddy...go...please?"

She put her gun down, her heart pained for the sick and frail girl that was probably left by her father as a distraction.

"Why are you saying please? Don't you know why I'm here?"

The girl nodded her head, but her eyes held the fact that she couldn't understand.

"Daddy said that you'd come to hurt him, but I said please. Saying please is a magic word, isn't it? Do I have to say pretty please to make you stop?"

The ragged cough, the girl was dying and in a way the girl knew it. Just like in a way she knew she was left to die, as she never threaten her as she came close. She took the trigger away from the child, petting her head as she tried to sooth the girl in her last moments. "You're right, the magic words were pretty please. So now that I can't go out there, how about I stay in here."

The girl looked confused, but she nodded her head in understanding as she sleeping into a fitful sleep. She looked at the girl in a mix of pity and envy as she realized it was her body's way of trying to fight off death. "Hush little baby, don't say a word. Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird..."

It was odd to hear herself whisper out more than a few words here and there, but she patted the girl's head as she was sure that her mother would have done something like this.

"If that mockingbird don't sing. Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring. If that diamond ring turns brass. Momma's gonna buy you a looking glass..."

The girl opened her mouth to yawn, a innocent gesture that made her forget that they were in a war zone. Her lashes held unshead tears as they heard footsteps coming up to where they were. She wondered for a second if she should let go of the trigger, but decied that the girl deserved to be buried in one peace, not in a ditch with the stray parts food for the wolves.

"If that looking glass gets broke, momma's gonna get you a billy goat. If that billy goat won't pull, momma's gonna buy you a cart and pull..."

"Why?"

She was shocked to see that the girl could say anything.

"Why what?"

"Why stay?"

She thought about it for a second, the red line itching her as she came up with an answer.

"I want to see the angels take you."

The girl smiled and closed her eyes again. The tiredness of the events the little girl had went to slowly going away into oblivion. "If that cart and pull falls down, you'll still be the sweetest baby in the town.."

She closed her eyes as she felt the girl's last breath leaving her, feeling envy for the freed soul.

"You'll still be the sweetest baby in the town..."

The splatter was not what she was expecting at that second, but she heard a whistle and she opened her eyes to see the girl's peaceful face ruined by a bullet hole through the head.

"She was already dead you nimrods."

"She was? Damn, I was hoping for a few more dollars from that kid's death..."

"Why would you do it?" She asked, feeling more weary than she had in ages.

"I mean you're going on vacation and I said to myself 'A few more bodies and you can join her! After all you only need seventy-five bodies to apply for a vacation.' I have one-hundred bodies on my record and I was hoping that she would be my one-hundred and seventy-fifth..."

The explination made her look at them. To them the little girl was just a body that could translate to money. In this world that was all it added up to, the destroy the weak to get something you wanted. She was sure that even without money, they would find another excuse to path their roads with blood. She looked at the pillows behind the girl and frowned when they were not their pure light-pink color. The blood splatters on them made her want to kill the idiots but she knew there was no way to get them to understand.

"You'll still be the sweetest baby in the town."

She sounded like a broken record, but she was serious that she was going to get out of this. All the military could make her feel is disgust at this point, disgust and bone weariness. She pointed the gun to her two "juniors" that were there and shot them down without even a pausing blink. In her mind they were too far gone, not caring that they killed a child, no guilt that they killed an unarmed body bag. The gun-shots brought the others, looking shocked as she was just sitting there looking out the window with her gun on the window seal.

"What happened? Did the enemy attack?"

"Where is General?"

"He's outside. Are you hurt?"

She smiled bitterly as she realized that he probably knew her next move. Her tiredness was making her pradictable. "I think I'll take that break now." She let go of the dead man's bomb, blowing them all up in a fury of fire and stone. The image of the sleeping trusting child in a warzone painted her dreams as she "slept".

She woke up then in a simular box as she had started her fate in, the litter box was missing and she was sure that the sheets were covered in past piss and sweat, but she couldn't even begin to care. He had made sure that she couldn't end it, and she hated them. Hated them totally.

The men that were to gaurd her were not trained well, she could tell by how they looked at her. She smiled as she suddenly thought of bringing them all down with her. The note in her hands only made her even more giddy with glee. 'Powers dimmed. You don't want to die before the doctor, do you?'

She would make this floating shit hole her grave.

Suijtengu just looked at her as she finshed her tale, his shock evident only by the lights in his eyes.

"So how are you here?"

"I don't really remember how. I remember ramming the damn boat into another of thier human trafficing ring boats and walking down to where the hole was and the next thing I know I am with the dentist from hell."

"You sound diffrent, behavior speaking wise, from how you were before."

"I was tired. Being forced to kill or being a walking meat sheild takes alot out of your personality. I was the unfortante one to have such a thing."

Tsujido smells her and smells no sorrow, only tiredness. "Why didn't they just use you like a reusable suicide bomber?"

She smiled then, her smile part bitter and part graceful as she looked at him. "I have an odd ability, I can give my curse temporarly to others."

Suijtengu looked at her now, an idea forming in his mind. "You can give it to others? How?"

"Don't really know. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. So I have no idea. I didn't want to give them a reason to send me back to the good doctor."

Her words were dripping with venom when she reminded herself of the ones who made her life hell and made her fear waking up, but her mother's teachings made her where she would not be rude to these two.

"What if I told you there could be a way to kill the man that did this to you."

She looked over to the man she still dubbed 'Pale-hair man' in her mind. "How, I don't really think he's interested in money."

Suijtengu smiled. "Help me, and we will destroy him with his darkest desires."

She looked out at the sky, wondering if her mother would not like her with such people. "Okay, as long as I don't have to go back with him."

Suijtengu smiled and rolled up another 100,000 yen. "We have a deal, Red Goddess."