The Babysitter

Chapter 4

Mallory thought about all the bloodlust that had happened the previous day. Why did that idiot have to ruin it? Mallory stormed around, she had a track record! How could she let this over--enthusiastic older sister survive? Oh thank god, their weak mother had died of a shock. It helped save my dignity; but that girl!

I must pledge my revenge until the day I die. Mallory didn't have an enjoyable childhood. In fact, she barely had a childhood at all. She hated the world and life, yet she decided to live a little more--just to mock life, by taking it away from others.

When she was younger, she became diagnosed with schizophrenia. The kids never liked her, because that she was a little different from others. And her heterochromic eyes didn't help. Kids called her a freak, adults avoided her--her own parents barely knew she existed.

The most embarrassing thing in my life. Her mother once declared.

A sickly pest. Her father had often remarked.

Her bratty sister Diana detested Mallory, unlike anything she hated before. Diana would torture Mallory, taunt her, blame "accidents" on her.

Her only friend died of a early death due to try cause of a car crash. No one had ever stayed with her that long. Mallory grew with pure anger, hatred, and loneliness after that.

One afternoon, years ago, their parents were off on a business trip so, they hired a babysitter. Babysitters were often called in, because the amount of work the both parents had to do. Babysitters would fuss over adorable Diana, and ditch Mallory.

Unfortunately, this babysitter was extremely brash and rude, hating on the disabled and the different. Mallory was completely ignored while Diana had a fun time. Feeling bored, Mallory went to ask the babysitter for the box of toys on the top shelf in the basement.

As you guessed, the babysitter didn't listen and gave Mallory some harsh discipline on bothering Diana's game. Feeling beaten, Mallory decided to get the toys herself. While she was attempting to get the toys, the heavy boxes came tumbling down, crushing Mallory to death.

Fortunately for her, a lone angel--pitied her, and gave her a second chance. What the Angel didn't realize was Mallory was one of the notorious Raven people. An ancient and dangerous cult of people with unspeakable and deadly powers, and tampering with them with other kinds of magic, would prove disaster in unseen forces. Mallory gained more powerful, fatal abilities that caused the host to grow with insanity and hysteria.

And when she awoke, she developed an insatiable thirst for revenge. Everyone had discriminated her, hurt her, ignored her. Grabbing a kitchen knife, she crept to Diana's room. She must die first, she's the one who hurt me the most.

Raising her knife, Mallory was hit with the sense of wrong in her. Do I really want to do this? Do I really want to kill my only sister? In that moment, all the awful things that Diana had down came racing back. Raising her knife, she tore at her sister's face. Animosity and infuriation bubbled within Mallory as she ripped and stabbed her sister into a bloody pulp.

Her disgusted and horrified father found her, and chased her with a pistol. You are not my daughter, you nobody's daughter, you wretched monster! You deserve to die!

That moment struck Mallory, and she froze, while her father raised the gun, ready to shoot. She began to transform, fluttering feathers as she shrunk smaller and smaller. I'm free.

Now, as she flew off, she began her new life. Her new life of revenge and murder, of innocent people. Posing as a babysitter, something that represented power to her, she goes around creating havoc and the death of families.

My anger will show the world what I'm capable of. They'll wish they were never born.

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Dedication Challenge

How many minutes are in 2 days, 3 hours, and 120 seconds?

Who else thinks math doesn't make sense. :p