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AN there is a freak sitting next to me so this chapter may be influenced by that fact. This is from when Elle was little, it isn't a relationship one really...unless cheese counts.
A/N1 i dont know what age she started killing but this is what i chose.
Elle contemplated the piece of cheese occupying the table in front of her.
Her dad had forbidden her from eating cheese, saying it would give her nightmares for months. She didn't believe him, she though that he was an idiot to say that something as plain as cheese, as innocent looking as the yellow blob could give her nightmares.
Sure she was only four but she wasn't an idiot. If cheese could give her nightmares, then she could shoot electricity out of her hands! Which she knew was impossible...
Elle picked the cheese up, holding it between her thumb and forefinger, carefully scrunching her brow, wondering what it would taste like.S he knew that her dad was never proud of her, or at least not to her face s why would it matter to just go agianst him, just one more time? He didn't show love like all the other people on T.V she saw. He didn't count as a dad in the place she needed him most.
In the end, she ate it, and experienced nightmares that night.
The next day she caused a light bulb to explode. And as we know, it all progressed from there. She caused black outs, she made light when none should have been available.
She was tormented to the point of torture as her father tried to push her harder, faster. Make her more then she could ever be, more then she would want to be. Her dad made her into a killer. A sociopath, crazy, psycho. He made her the monster everyone saw before they died.
She hated who she was becoming, she hated what her father was doing but the feel of power trilling through her veins, her heart, was too good. Too right. She started to like the killing, the electric that pulsed through her and into the body that offended her. Soon enough she wanted to kill people, dreaming for the day it would happen again. It became her drug.
And then she turned twelve and she fell into a child-like love. (A/N1)
She developed her first crush. A boy, a year older then herself was practising, four times a week, in the same room as her. Sometimes she was made to hurt him, other times he had to hurt her.
But she didn't mind.
She kind of liked it.
The boy, Carter was his name, liked her back. She confided in her 'dad' once, but it was the last time she ever did it. Because the next day, Carter turned up dead, lying at the bottom of Elle's bed. She screamed until her throat gave out, raw and pathetic, she lay, staring at the blood slowly soaking her bed.
Elle had looked up, wondering why her father wasn't running to help her, to help Carter.
Wondering where he was.
But then she saw. He was standing at her window, peering in and smiling sadly, he pressed a button on the door, one that allowed her to hear him.
"He isn't good enough for you Elle, no one is," and then he left, the body still laying there, smelling of rotten meat.
Elle never told him anything personal ever again.