The appearance of one should not deem who one truly is. Sparkly eyes to a pretty smile, everything is false. A demon's true identity is always hidden behind a mask. But for the events that are about to unfold, identity is truly nowhere to be found. In this town, everything happens for a reason.

~ Behind A Mask ~

Season II, Karma

Prologue

Zelda slowly rose up from her bed and let out a gentle yawn. The windows were opened, the swift breeze gently blowing the curtains back and forth. As they swayed, the sun shined through. Birds chirped as the fresh scent of flowers and cat shit filled the air.

The young princess got out of bed and changed into her school outfit. She danced her way into the bathroom as a soft and harmonious song played from her iPod. Brushed her teeth, washed her face, she hopped down the hall and straight down the stairs. Her face lit up with a smile as she walked into the kitchen. She poured herself a fresh glass of milk and slapped a piece of bread down onto a plate. Took the butter from the fridge and a knife from the drawers. Sat down at the kitchen table. Everything was perfect. She loved herself so much. She loved her life so much. Being perfect was too amazing for her.

She picked up her knife, lifted it high into the air and ready to slice through the block of butter. But just then, a black-gloved hand gripped her wrist. She gasped as the hand snatched the knife straight from her and stabbed it straight through her scalp.

"You bitch!" she roared in agony, spinning around and staring at the person. She knew exactly who it was. Unfortunately, never found out why it was who it was. "I was going to take my breakfast selfie and post it to Insta-"

Before she could finish, the knife was yanked back out of her head. This time, it stabbed straight through her forehead. She collapsed off her chair and onto the ground. Blood covering the floor. Her pupils cross-eyed and staring directly at the blade through her head. The figure looming over her laughed immensely and then vanished through the backdoor.

If I walk into biology class twenty-four minutes late, I do not expect to be attacked by that gross, red plumber. So irritating. If I'm hanging out with my bitchin' crew, I don't need to give no explanations. That's why I was better off with a good old lie.

"Where have you been?!" the man growled at me, the tip of his nasty rat-stache pointing towards my face. His breath was like he ate a bowl of spicy, toxic mushroom soup just minutes ago. I plucked my cherry lip-balm from the pocket of my designer jeans and carefully applied a coat.

"Answer me!" he demanded.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air. "I was in hospital!"

"Don't act ridiculous! I saw you in the hallways just an hour ago!"

"Fine, I was in the toilet," I snapped. "I am a female. You can't be rude to a woman and question her about her toilet problems."

He clenched his fist, the veins in his neck bulging. After several seconds of build-up, his last words were pretty anti-climactic. "Please take your seat.."

In case you haven't understood the message yet- listen up! I, Rosalina Lunar, do not get told what to do. I treat everyone with respect, kindness and care. If you do not treat me with respect, kindness and care, you do not receive respect, kindness and care from me..

One person who never understood that message was that Sheik hoe. She was always running around, thinking she was higher on the tier-list than me, but I put her straight back to F tier. I beat the crap outta her with my ridiculously unfair up-tilt. It only took around a week before she ran away. Days later, every newspaper said that she was accidentally hit by a truck. Poor thing.

Same with Falcon. He was the top bae. He was always so lovely to me, then one day he started complaining. I remember him in my room, sat directly on the edge of the bed, tears rolling down his face. He explained that he had some sort of disease or something. I told him to quit whining and take some Calpol. I think he died- or something..

Moving onto my minions. We don't have a name yet. Star Squad? Aces? Nothing flows well yet. We consist of naked Samus, the weird spoon-hand, big-eyed, cartoon boy, and that Hyrule Princess. I forget her name. Only four of us.. But we all know that to make a perfect square, we need five corners. That's why it was my mission to get a fifth member of the crew.

I hung posters for try-outs all around the school. I got suspended for 'vandalism' somehow. I just don't get it. Besides, only one person showed up to try-outs Oral Alley at the back of the school when the lunch bell rang. Well.. that's a lie. There were lots of people there. Just not for try-outs. Her name was Bae-onetta. I knew I just had to accept her the moment I saw her. Silky smooth, tight, leather clothes. Shining black hair. Cute glasses. A bitchin' attitude. She was perfect. Plus, she had 'bae' in the name. Not like we were going to go all lesbo, or something...

But anyway. We rocked the halls. Skipped classes. All the toads and other fools had to bow for us when we walked by. We were perfect. We had everything. Told anyone off who ever child-abused us. Used naked Samus to persuade Mr. Weegee to give us all A's on our tests by inviting him to Oral Alley. Life was amazing... But not for much longer.

In this tale, you'll hear of the horrid child-abuse that I had to face. The disgusting betrayal of my very own minions! This is not no Sleeping Beauty - well, I'm basically her, but anyway -, this is not no Rapunzel. This is the story of BITCHES! It all started at lunch time.

I came in late to school by about fives hours or so. I sorted through my locker, readying my books for the next period. That's when naked Samus walked in. Her hair was wrapped back in that blonde pony-tail, her whole body wrapped up in a tight blue suit. She was panting, her face filled with horror, her cheeks rosy-red. "Rosalina.."

"You forgot to knock!" I yelled. "And you know what that means."

"B-but.. Rosalina!" she exclaimed.

I shook my head. I wasn't going to take any crap from her that day. I already almost tore myself a second vagina from doing dangerous splits in P.E. "We already went through the rules. No knocking means...?"

"But this isn't your house. This is the school! It's for everybody!" she cried. "You don't own the school!"

I almost gagged. "Are you kidding me? There's no one else in here." I waved my hand around through the air, scanning the entire locker room. Not a single other soul stood about. Just me and her. "No one else here. That means I can claim this land. Now obey my rules!"

"Fine!" she squealed. On the count of three, she slapped herself fully across the face. Her lipstick smeared and she looked like a complete clown. I couldn't help myself from laughing.

"At long last, you listened to me," I said. "Now what is the big deal?"

Finally, she spat the words out. "Zelda is dead."

That was the part where I should have gasped. Should have been shocked. But instead...

"Who is Zelda?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?" naked Samus asked. "It's Zelda!"

I looked at her puzzled. After a full minute of confusion, I finally understood what she was saying. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "You mean Hyrule Princess?"

"Yes! She's dead!"

I shrugged. "Okay."

I gently shut my locker and clipped back on the lock. I spun around on my heels and brushed past her out the door. "Wait! Wait, wait! She's our friend and she's dead! The cops are outside her house. She apparently committed suicide!"

Stunned by her ignorance, I turned back around. "Naked Samus, you, out of all people, should be the one not worrying. Maybe you can get more attention from me now. You know, now that she's gone."

"What?!" naked Samus roared. "Rosalina! You can't be serious!" Tears flowed down her red cheeks. How obnoxious. The girl was in complete hysterics. I know that I probably would have got ebola or something, but I went against my conscience and placed my hand on her shoulder.

"Listen, darling.." I gently whispered. "Let's go get coffee at Starbucks. Okay?"

She shook her head. "No."

My eyebrows arched and I squeezed her suit as hard as possible. "Well I'm thirsty so we're going!" Then I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out the door.

Author's Note:

Hello everyone! Welcome to Season II of Behind A Mask: Karma!

Okay, so you're probably wondering what the hell is wrong with me after reading this prologue.. Why go from the dark, intense 'Salem' to this... comedic, cat-fight nonsense?! That's the point with this story: every season will be completely different. I don't see myself going back into comedic stuff after this season, definitely back to the darkness, but I just wanted to do this as a breath of fresh air! It's nice for change every once in a while!

Obviously the setting is different. We're in current times with a whole load of... um.. bitches. And we're in high school. And clearly there's a murderer. :ooo

I think it's too early for predictions on who the murderer is.

I just want to say this: don't take this one seriously. Our main character, Rosalina, is going to be very offensive. I'm not humanizing her. I want you to have the love/hate relationship with her. Maybe even just hate. xD

Everything she says is terrible, I want you to understand that I think that.

I'm taking the mystery a lot less seriously. Season III will be darker and more serious, this one is a bit more of a joke. I had a different Season II in mind but decided to write this one first. This one will be a lot more easier to write. xD

If you have some time, leave a review if you'd like!

Thank you all so much for reading, byeeeee! :D