"They say the cruelest of demons were once the kindest of angels."
Beads of sweat ran down her face and neck, soaking the, red turned white, t-shirt. It clung tightly onto her body, as though it was begging her to stop, trying to calm her down. Only for its efforts to go in vain. The 'Killer of Thousands' had unleashed her rage once more. Her arms flexed gracefully, destroying the dummies and strewing them onto the floor while the next batch waited to join their comrades.
Anna could faintly hear the scream of the people, the intergalactic species, fight for their life. They were captured, and they would probably be killed with a wave of her hand. Why would they put up a fight where victory is far away from them? She could never understand the logic. Suddenly she stopped and examined her sword. Her most favorite toy. Made from the blood of, around 700, pathetic war prisoners. She slowly slipped her armor off and walked towards the grand entrance of the training arena. Before all of this started, the view of the entire ground from the arena would be enough to soothe her mind. As her eyes wandered, it caught hold of a small corner. It had been her favorite place long ago, in the dead past. But currently all it held were a lot of bittersweet memories.
She never really liked killing, ironically. She tried her best to avoid a war. But after that fateful day, war was the only thing which kept her sane. The strong metallic smell would always calm her down.
But, "what would she say?" was one question she never replied to. She knew her wife wouldn't want her to do this. Kill every single being to avenge her death. She would hate Anna. To hell with it, she herself hated her. How could she not? Anna was not there to save her wife. She was ridiculously pleading with those bloody morons for peace when she was slaughtered there. They had ambushed their place and had assassinated her wife and her brother. The survivors told that it wasn't a fair fight. They both had agreed to surrender to them, if they left their men free. They fought, and evil triumphed that night. She returned to back only to witness the sight of their bloodied bodies. What she saw left the warrior paralyzed. Her wife was strong. Probably, one of the strongest person she had ever seen in her entire life. She had held onto her life for Anna, till she arrived. She had taken a promise from her, to move on. To lead a life. Anna wasn't sure if she could keep it up. Then she saw her life-Elsa's life- leaving her eyes. She so badly wanted it to be a dream, a nightmare from where she could be wake up and lull back to sleep in her wife's safe arms. She had lost the two most important people in her life, her brother, Kristoffer Bjorgman and her wife, Elsa Arendel.
She remembered challenging a duel with them- the bastards who killed her wife. She had killed them all. While she was here fighting them, her men with same motto of revenge had battled against their men. "No one must be alive" was her only order and her men followed her orders. She destroyed their planet to shreads, and into the oblivion in space. But before their end, they told her that they just followed orders. A wrong move. From that day she searched all high and low for the brutes who ordered. She didn't know who or where they were? And Anna didn't like taking chances. So she started to kill every single person, from every planet. Be it women, men, infants, children. After all, why must everything beautiful exist when she was no more? Elsa, the most beautiful and amazing person she had ever laid her eyes on, was gone. Nothing beautiful must exists.
Taking a deep breath she shook away the thoughts of the past and signaled to one of the soldiers in her left corner and sent him a message. After a few minutes they were ready. Anna lifted her left hand up to the level of her shoulders and brought them down. And in one swift motion, hundreds of head rolled over. She turned over and saw a guard kneel before her with a scroll in her hand. A map. To select the next place. To continue her work. Her legacy.
