𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐜, 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 Discontinued!

One

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Brandy Bennett was merely relaxing in her neat living room, the TV screen blazing at her eyes and the voices of the characters in her favorite drama roaring at her ears. Mariposa was at school, and she could finally unwind.

Brandy took her phone from the charger, which rang, When she looked at the caller ID, she saw that it was her daughter, Mariposa, who was attempting to contact her.

"Mom I didn't mean to do it!" Came the quick and abrupt reply from her daughter. Mariposa's breathing was harsh and little snarls were ripping through her throat. "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! It wasn't my fault though! They were... they were following me, mom! I didn't know-! "

"It's all right, Mariposa," Brandy said quietly, completely comprehending her daughter's situation. Mariposa's breathing had become more ragged and wobbly, and her voice had risen several octaves as she talked. She was in a panic. "Sweetheart, I need you to take a few deep breaths."

"Alright, not tell me, how many have you killed?"

The stifled sobbing was heard by Brandy. "I don't know, Mom... I'm afraid I can't... I'm not sure. I need to get out of here because there's a lot of blood."

Despite the fact that no one could see it, Brandy nodded in agreement. "Okay. You go ahead and do it, but not before cleaning yourself off, since you cannot have even a speck of blood on you."

Mariposa gulped, "Okay, fine... fine. I'm really sorry, Mom."

They said their goodbyes quickly and hung up. Brandy set the phone on its charger. She sighed deeply and rested her hand on her brow.

Mariposa inhaled deeply and ran her shaky hands over her blood-streaked cheeks. Her defiant brown eyes fought back against the hellish hues of red.

She snarled at herself and shook her head frantically, the blood streaks on her head splattering all over her. When she looked down, she noticed that her clothes and some of her skin were stained with crimson.

She wiped her brow and neck with her handkerchief. Her gaze scanned the surroundings for her bag, which held her jacket. She soon discovered the ragged school bag strewn haphazardly on the wall.

It had a few flecks of blood on it, but all she had to do was flip it over to the clean side. She opened it and grabbed the jacket inside after scrambling her way to obtain it. She hurriedly slipped it on.

She was discoloring up the ground with her bloody shoes. She stomped her feet on the prints, cursing under her breath. She then took her shoes from her feet and shoved them into her bag. She finally fled out of the alleyway at breakneck speed. Hopefully hidden from human eyes.

When she approached the dark side of her apartment building, she came to a halt. She levitated, going closer to her apartment, after making sure no one was observing. She gladly jumped inside because the window was wide open for her.

She gasped out, "Mom." Her mother stood calmly against the wall, worriedly looking at her.

"Are you okay, Mariposa ?"

"I'm all right." Mariposa muttered, her gaze falling to the ground, "Are we going to move again?"

"Yes."

"Alright... I'll be in my room."

Mariposa remarked, "Nice house." Their house was in between modern and suburban styled, a big difference from the previous apartments they lived in.

When Mariposa lifted her box, Brandy's hand to stop her, she was about to get up and take her boxes as well, "Wait! I have a gift for you. It's in the back, follow me."

Mariposa was shocked that Brandy was giving her a gift. After killing five men, she thought she'll be grounded or her technology revoked.

She followed closely behind her mother. Watching as Brandy tried to hide her excitement.
Brandy turned to Mariposa, "Cover your eyes."

As she was asked Mariposa closed her eyes. Using Brandy's shoulder for support, "Okay you can open them."

An SUV parked in the back of the house, parked in front of them. She gasped audibly as she laid her eyes on it. It was a faded red color.

Mariposa placed her hand on the hood, grinning widely as she turned to look at Brandy. "I love it! Thank you so much, Ma!"

A blush finds its way to her cheeks with vengeance and she cleared her throat, embarrassed. "I'm glad you like it," Brandy said softly, glad she made Mariposa happy.

"Now for the house, I believe the movers came earlier and just placed the furniture down. So you can rearrange it how you want."

It only took one trip to get all of Mariposa's things to the west bedroom, the one that faced the yard. Mariposa stood in the middle of the room and took everything in.

It smelled light of fresh paint, the walls a light purple shade, and her bed was surprisingly large. The peaked ceiling was still the same, along with white lace curtains hanging from the window, and the chair and a desk pushed against the wall.

Now there was a little white box sitting on the said desk, Wi-Fi from the looks of it, and a white chair in another corner.

She hummed to herself and put away her clothes. She took out her camera with great care and set it on her desk, then proceeded to hang some of her photos around the room.

They were fairly simple; some were of animals — mostly birds — while others were just sceneries, but they were pictures taken at the right moment.

Mariposa had always enjoyed immortalizing moments and people like that, ever since she was handed her first camera.

She finished up unpacking and took a small bag filled with her toiletries to the bathroom, along with a towel and a change of clothes.

"Mariposa!"

"Yes?"

"Although your cousin Bonnie will be attending school with you, do you intend to make friends? Please? I understand your wariness about getting too close to people, but... at the very least, make a friend. It doesn't matter who your friend is. It doesn't matter to me which one you have as long as you have at least one. Your father, I'm sure, does not want you to be so lonely at school."

As she recalled her early experiences with him, her adored father's name made her wince. She had lost control in front of a large crowd of people when she was only six years old on a terrible day.

As a result, incantus was on the hunt for her and her family. While leaving, her father stayed and sacrificed himself for the benefit of the family.

It's all because of her. As a result of her, her father had died. Her father died as a result of her awful mistake. If you ask her, she believes it is an unequal exchange.

Darcene took a quick shower to clean herself up from the long day of traveling. She looked at herself in the mirror as she brushed out the small tangles in her wet hair. She'd fallen asleep after catching up with Bonnie over the phone.