Chapter two: Can you forgive me?

~Aya's p.o.v ~

I just finished doing the dishes. As I put the last plate in the cabinet, I heard a knock on the door.

I smirked. "Another patient already?" I asked myself.

I quickly ran to the door and dusted myself off and took a deep breath in and then out. I took hold of the door knob and turned it, and pulled the door open.

I put on a coy smile. "Hello!" I cheered.

But then, I realized something. He looked oh so familiar….

"So, you weren't smiled upon like your mother and I wished…" he said.

"It's you…" I said barely above a whisper.

My smile switched from coy to genuine. His eyes narrowed as he stared at me. Is it because I cut my hair? I gulped, I knew I was in some sort of trouble…

"You know… I never caught your name…" I sighed.

"WHY? THOSE INNOCENT PEOPLE! YOU KILLED THEM AYA! WHY? WHY DID YOU BECOME LIKE YOUR FATHER?" he yelled in my face.

I was in shock. He knew! He knew what I did! I collapsed as my body started to shake.

"A book. I found one of father's books! It made me want to kill. It made me become crazy. I'm addicted now. I couldn't help it! I needed to kill." I muttered letting silent tears flow out of my eyes.

He kneeled down to my height and patted my head, then pulled me to his warm bare chest.

"Aya… I'm here to help you stop okay? Accept my help…" he coaxed.

I looked up at his eye and placed my forehead on his. He then stood up, pulling me up with him. He stared at me for a reply. I sighed.

"Thanks… But no thanks." I said with a smile.

He was taken aback by that, but I continued.

"Hey don't you see? I can make anyone perfect forever! Beautiful, old, ugly, it doesn't matter! I can make anyone in this whole world perfect! Even you…" I said in a serious voice.

~ Dio's p.o.v ~

Monika was right… She is crazier than her father! I backed away. He only turned handsome or beautiful people into dolls. Aya makes people of any kind into dolls. I stomached the courage to walk over to her and slap her so hard that she fell to the ground.

"AYA STOP! DO YOU NOT REALIZE HOW CRAZY YOU'RE BEING!"

She held her cheek. There was a red mark under her hand appearing right where I'd slapped her. I felt bad for hitting her but…. She shakily struggled to get up. Now I felt really bad, she couldn't even stand up right.

"Ay-"

She put a hand up, cutting me off. She sighed.

"I know. I know that I'm crazy. I know that what I'm doing is wrong." She sighed.

"Then why are you doing it?" I asked caressing the cheek that I hit.

She flinched when I touched her.

"It's all that I had left of father except for his book… I loved father and a book that he use wasn't enough. When I lost my mother again and father was gone, it felt like salt in a wound located in my heart… I was alone. I had no one… Someone had broken in here about two years ago and killed Maria. After that I really was alone… I didn't know what to do. Killing those people and making them perfect made me realize…. Father was right behind me, smiling, being proud…"

I frowned. "And how do you think your mother saw that? Do you think she was proud of your doing? Aya, your mother is the reason I'm alive right now. She sent me here to heal, save, and protect you…your father, and Maria, tortured and killed us humans… We were people too, Aya. This cloth covering my eye, it was part of her dress. Aya," I unwrapped the bloody stained cloth from my head and held it in front of her. "Look. Proof. She sent me here to help you" I said. "Please let me help you." I said in a voice filled with worry.

She huffed. She turned her back to me and crossed her arms. "I'm going to the basement. Just go to sleep in Maria's old room. Go to the next room on your right and then the only room up ahead. Sleep there." She went into the room up ahead and-

SLAM!

"On her period much?" I said rubbing the back of my neck with my hand.

Click!

I chuckled. "Yep…"

I looked under the shoe mat at the front door and found a key.

"Works every time…" I muttered. I walked over to the door she disappeared in and pressed my ear against it.

CREEEEEAK! WHAM!

That kinda sounds like a trap door. "Oh. That must be her basement…" I murmured sarcastically.

I knew dang well that's where her lair, science lab, or whatever she calls it, is where she kills…