FINALLY! another chapter ^^ well since I haven't updated in forever I'll attempt to remind you about what happened last! Well after Johnny returned to the human world Violet got super sad and lonely even though she at first refused to admit that she missed him! With out Nny, she had no one to protect her from all the awful people in Hell and she kept getting violently killed again and again . . . Being hurt so often began to start driving Violet a little crazy and she became horrified of the world. she was able to hear about how Squee and Nny are doing in the realm of the living thanks to visits from pepito, but unfortunately litle Squee was still sad and with lousy parents, and Nny was getting almost crazier, if such a thing was possible. With word of advice from Nny to 'fight back' Vi is sill miserably stuck in Hell.

Chapter 21

It took a while but slowly things got semi normal. Day by day, activity by activity, I started to 'live' again. I would draw and I would paint. I designed outfits and started working on them again. Yet I was still afraid of just about everything and refused to leave my house. I was supposed to be given happiness since I was supposed to go to heaven, but the fear I got from all the terrible things that has happened completely over powered that. I was beginning to think I would never want to leave my house again and always live in fear, when one day, something different happened . . .

I heard an unusual sound in a far off room. I was in the kitchen so I grabbed a knife in each hand before going to investigate. It must have been a burglar I figured since not many people in Hell had large houses like I did. It would only be too bad when they discovered I had already been robbed. I crept through my home and as I expected, I found two robbers in masks, with large bags in their hands in a hallway in my house.

One man held out a gun aimed for my head and I instantly ran into the room I was next to and locked the door. I leaned against the wall and felt like a panic attack was settling in as I breathed in and out rapidly.

"Fuck, not again." I whimpered at the idea of being murdered and robbed for another time.

Then my brain started really panicking. 'I was going to die again', I thought. 'They were going to miss my heart and just leave me unable to walk and I'll bleed to death', I worried. I gripped the two knives in my hand tighter and knew I had to use them. I was sure that if those two didn't die, then they were going to kill me. And that wasn't going to happen again. I had to fight back.

Suddenly a bullet went through the locked door.

Another then went through.

So I unlocked the door.

And opened it up.

Time then seemed to move slowly. I was watching a scene before me, unaware of what was about to happen. My hand sailed forward, blade of the knife it held searching for flesh, searching for blood. It connected with the man's neck and it tore across. Blood spurted outwards, the warm vibrant liquid splattering a little on my face and clothes. The other killer shook off the initial shock of me fighting back, and raised an arm to shoot me. I quickly drove the other knife into anywhere, which ended up being his shoulder, and I took the knife I used to cut his friends throat, to stab his hand, that way he wouldn't shoot me.

"You little bitch!" he shouted, pained.

I yanked his gun from his hand and pressed the barrel to his chest, right where his heart was. My finger pulled the trigger.

Then both of them were dead.

And I was alive. Not a scratch on me. I laughed in disbelief. And I kept laughing. I slid down the wall as I laughed, not carrying that my foot was laying in the growing puddle of blood.

"I'm the one alive!" I exclaimed to myself.

Then I just had to put them somewhere. I found some trash bags that I folded the bodies into and tied the bags up tight.

As soon as the bags, or bodies, were in my trunk I sped far, far away. I went to the outskirts of a city and ripped open the bags and left the bodies in a dumpster. I also left a note saying "sorry it was just self-defense" signed with a doodle of a violet, as well as some cash in the jacket pocket of one of the men.

When I got back home I realized I still had a bunch of blood splattered all over my hallways. I went to the bathroom to get some towels and jumped back at something I saw in there. It was my reflection that startled me. It was partly the specks of blood splattered across my face, partly the fact that my dark make up was smeared in drooping messy patterns, but mostly my expression that made me think I saw someone else. I didn't look content or happy as I rarely looked when something good happen, but I didn't look miserable or sad. I just looked pissed. And not in the way that Nny did something stupid and I wanted to slap him, but in the way that I would literally murder anyone who got in my way just then.

And I think the reason why I looked that way . . . was because it was becoming true.

I quickly washed the blood specks off of my face and grabbed a towel to clean my hallway. After I was finally done I collapsed into a bed with a note book and doodled some cute chibis to get my mind off of everything. I ended up falling asleep with the note book on my face and went on as if the day before had never even happened. But in 4 days I reached a day I've been dreading for a while.

The day I ran out of food in my house and had to go out to buy some.

I had to go out eventually but it was still a little nerve wracking. The day when I threw the bodies out didn't feel as if it counted since I was a little crazy.

Maybe I still was a little crazy I realized as I grabbed a katana, a dagger, and 2 knives to bring with me. I slid one knife into a pocket I sewed into my boot, and another in a holster sewn into my coat. The katana was to be left in my car and dagger in my purse. I didn't really expect to use it, but they made me feel safe.

The day was going great until I got in line at the check-out counter. The woman in front of me was nagging nonstop about the stupidest of things, including how weird I looked. The man behind me was muttering to himself loudly, and the woman behind him was getting into an argument with another lady about who got that spot in line first. The line was going extra slow and the clatter and sounds of the store began swirling together in my head. I began feeling a little dizzy and more so just mad that no one would shut up. The guy behind me suddenly poked me hard and I swiftly turned around just so he could say I looked like a freak. I tried to ignore him when the obnoxious woman in front of me who also happened to smell like too many cigarettes started agreeing with him and they discussed my peculiarity with me right between them.

"H- hey. Do you guys mind?" I questioned just loud enough for them to here.

"Mind what?" The woman asked me with a glare.

"Not talking about me like that?"

"Quit being sensitive I'm just making conversation. –Wow such a soft voice for someone who looks so scary. Why do kids dye their hair like that or dress themselves in such weird clothes?"

"Don't you think you could make conversation about something else Miss?" I tried to ask politely. But at that point she began ignoring me. So I took my cart out of the line and went to a different lane. In this lane I was behind an elderly man coughing. It wasn't a problem until he turned slightly and ended up coughing all over me.

"S-sir do you mind covering your mouth?"

"Where do you get off at telling your elders what to do young lady!" He said before continuing to drone on and on about respect.

"I cannot take this anymore." I groaned to myself and exited the lane to wheel my cart out of the store.

"Hey weird girl you need to pay for that!" A near-by employee said as he stood in front of me.

"What are you going to do about it?" I blurted out without giving any thought to it.

"Well I can't let you go."

I rolled the cart around him and headed to the door when he shouted, "Hey you creepy chick! Get back here."

He ran in front of me and I stopped for a moment as a little voice in my head began whispering something. If he won't move make him. Don't talk anymore, force him out of your way. It hissed at me. Without any thoughts or feeling I rammed the cart as hard as I could into the worker and shoved him into the automatic door that didn't open in time. The man was slammed against the door hard enough to make him cough up some blood.

"What the hell?" he muttered. I rolled away and he fell to the floor so I got up and tossed him aside. I walked past him and out the door but for some reason he felt the need to yank me back in by my hair and slap me.

"You psycho bitch! What do you think you're doing hitting me like that?" He exclaimed.

"I'm not thinking…" I muttered with a very faint realization of what was going on as I pulled a knife out from my jacket and stabbed it into his shoulder. "You just piss me off. If we ever meet again you better not call me creepy chick." I quietly told him before leaving the store quickly. I quickly brought all the groceries I stole, into my car and sat in the front seat without moving. The longer I sat there, the calmer I got, and more aware of the fact something was going wrong with me. I lifted the hand that I stabbed that stranger with and stared intently at my shaking palm.

I didn't hurt people. I didn't stab people. But for some reason I just did anyways. And after the drive home I was able to shake it off like nothing happened.

It was a week later when Pepito visited me again and I was actually in a good mood. I didn't die once and my life wasn't even put into danger. When Pepito came he stayed for a while to watch a movie with me, detailing me of how Johnny was doing. Apparently he was getting bored without me. Killing seemed so much easier when there was no one trying to stop him.

"He seems to be going even crazier without you around. But he's being nice to Squee. Squee makes him think of you, and he remembers how he promised to look out for him."

"Well that's good. Tell both of them that I say hi, and miss them deeply." I told Pepito on his way out. Before leaving he paused at the door and turned back to ask me one last thing.

"Hey Violet . . . how are you doing?"

"I already told you I was great." I answered with a smile.

"So there's nothing wrong? You aren't descending into a state of madness or anything?

I don't think I'm insane, but if I was I wouldn't be able to tell now would I? What do you say?"

"I'd say you're at a risk for getting there. Just stay positive and be happy. Ok?" the little boy asked of me.

I smiled and ruffled his hair before promising to try.

But promises aren't always kept. And mine unfortunately wasn't.

The next time I killed someone was only three days later. I was out in the city sitting on a bench drawing. In my peripheral vision I noticed a lot of commotion and looked in time to see a man grab a woman and pull her into a van. I immediately got up, pulled out a hammer from my purse and smashed through the window of the van. Once I could get my arm through I stabbed the man in the car in the forehead then freed the women from the trunk. I felt good about helping her. My hand wasn't even shaking from killing someone. At that point I started being a sort of dark knight style vigilante. Hell was just like earth except dozens of times more violent, and nearly no one was there to stop it. I couldn't leave my house without seeing a crime occurring.

So since I had enough weapons to do something about it, it was only reasonable that I did do something about it. I would walk around the streets every now and then with my sketch book in hand and weapons hidden in my jacket and purse. The number of people I killed began piling up as I witnessed more crimes and ended all of them. Every single time I felt less and less when I killed the criminals, and soon it was almost getting fun, and less like a chore.

One day as I came home from killing a foul criminal little Pepito was on my porch waiting for me. I walked up to say hi and was a little confused by his surprised staring. But then I glanced down at the sword still in my hand and blood splattered across my shirt.

"Um . . . I can explain this." I mumbled softly.

"Violet? . . . I don't think you are ok."

To be continued!

To everyone who reads this story thanks a ton for reading 3 I'll try to update soon!