Warning Mature Content!
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any lyrics in this story.
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~Prologue~
"Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star,
How I Wonder What You Are,
Up Above The World So High,
Like A Diamond In The Sky,
When The Blazing Sun Is Gone,
When The Nothing Shines Upon,
Then You Show Your Little Light,
Twinkle, Twinkle All The Night,
Then The Traveler In The Dark,
Thanks You For Your Little Spark,
He Could Not See Which Way To Go,
If You Did Not Twinkle So.
"When The Blazing Sun Is Gone,
When The Nothing Shine's Upon,
Though I Know Now What You Are
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star….."
My parents sang to me at my bedside. Tears rolled down my soft rosy cheeks, but I didn't dare wipe them away, in fear that the blood on my hands would stain my face.
"I'm so proud of you, my little Star" My father said kissing my tear stained cheek, while his hand traveled down my hips to my thigh. I winced as he moved his hand closer to my inner thigh. My mother sat behind me on my bed, combining through my ink black hair with her fingers, while she hummed the lullaby she sang to me before.
"He was getting in the way." My father began. "And you know Daddy doesn't like it when his little Star tells lies." My father spoke again, tightening his grip on my thigh. I gasped in pain, practically shaking in fear as more tears fell down my cheeks, faster.
Sudden crying of a baby erupted down the halls and echoed off the walls of my room. My father growled in annoyance, and got off of me as my mother stood. "I told you we should have killed that damn baby while we had the chance to." My father said narrowing his eyes to my mother. "Why?" My mother asked. "When she can become like our little Star, over here" My father smirked and rubbed my cheek with the back of his hand. I just sat there staring at my blood stained finger tips, and attempting to stop the tears from falling. "I'll be back to give you, your reward." My father pointed at me, before turning down the hall towards my baby sister's room. My mother followed after him smiling happily. "My little Star's first kill! Oh, I'm so proud!" she bellowed, her voice fading as she neared my sister's room.
As soon as I heard the door close behind them I scrambled off my bed and towards the body that laid on the floor. I kneeled besides the boy before me, my only friend, Michael Wing. I picked him up with trembling hands and cradled him in my arms. "I'm sorry." I sobbed pushing him closer to my chest. "I'm sorry." I repeated. "I'm so sorry." I wiped the blood off of his face and kissed his cold lips
"What are you doing!"
"Star!"
Star.
My parents called me that so much it practically became my name. They completely forgot what the originally called me, Lily.
Michael Wing, was the first friend I ever had and the first person I ever killed. I was only 12 at the time. Once I wiped him out my parents had me kill more, more, and more, until it was their lives I took. I remember that night as if it where yesterday.
I sat in my room griping my head in anger. My younger sister, Christine, was screaming loud from her room. My parents where doing what they usually do to me, beat and rape. She was only 7, and although I was 19 my parents forced me to stay living with them.
"Stop! Please, Stop!" Christine yelled, from down the hall. I stood up from my bed when another scream erupted from her lips. After slipping on my costume my mother told me to always wear when killing someone, which consisted of a tight black jumpsuit and a plain white mask, I walked down the hall, my hands curling into fists. I kicked the door to my sister's room down, preparing for the worst. What I saw only fueled my anger.
My sister laid on her bed completely naked, bleeding and with my father over her, inside of her. Tears streamed down her face, as her head laid in my mother's lap, who was petting her like some dog.
I growled as they did not stopped when I walked in. My sister looked at me pleading for help, gasping at every thrust my father made in her.
I stomped over to my father, pulled him off of Christine by his hair, and threw him to the floor. "What the fuck!" He screamed, from the floor. My mother stood up alert, and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Now, now little Star, let your daddy have his fun, with your sister over here. There is always time for you later." she said kissing my cheek.
Shaking with anger, I pulled a knife from it's holder around my waist, and stabbed it into my mother's heart. I glared at her face as she began to cry. "Your tears mean nothing to me." I spat, pulling the knife from her chest. I watched the shining fear in her eyes disappear into lifelessness, and she fell to the floor with a thud, blood gushing from the wound on her chest.
I burst out laughing as I stared at what I just done. Tears streamed down my face as a laughed insanely. "What have you done!" I heard my father shout behind me. My eyes narrowed towards him as I tried to maintain my giggles. "Enjoying the show?" I asked happily, before bursting out laughing again as I watched my father dash out of the room. "You're going to miss the finale." I yelled after him and started walking in the direction he left.
I knew he was running to the front door, but he had to go through the kitchen first. So I took a little shortcut to the kitchen.
I sat in front of the front door, waiting for my dad, and suppressed a laugh when I saw him backing towards the door completely naked, thinking I took the same route as him. I stood up as he got closer and giggled when his back bumped into me. He turned around slowly, fear present on his face.
"Hello, Daddy."