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The Child's Cry

Idea from (B)rad Martin on TikTok

'Villains aren't born, they're made' - Wise person

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" I'll enter her mind and kill her in her sleep. It'll be easy," The hero said to her friend, ready to kill the villain.

The Villains lair always gave the hero the heebie-jeebies. There was a sense of longing, flashes of a happy life across the dead walls. The eery wails almost sounded like a child's cry, begging for mercy. 

The hero sneaked into the villains room. Their dainty footsteps were unheard by the guards. They put their hands in the villain's temples. The murder had begun.

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(Flashback)

A toddler ran around in the park. The green hills were perfect for rolling into a heap of grass. The kids loved doing it. The toddler got stuck in a large heap of grass. When she rolled out of it. The seen had changed. The colorful slides and swings were covered in crime scene tape. There were police cars and an officer was running up to them. 

"I'm sorry kid. Your mom got murdered," The toddler had no idea what it meant. Further elaboration wasn't needed. The body was wheeled in and the toddler saw the dead body of her mother. This moment was when she became a child. No longer an unaware toddler, but a knowing and broken child. The child's cry echoed through the park, making all the kids run away. 

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(Flashback 2)

The Villain was recognizable now. A young heartbreaker with beauty to behold. She walked back from her friends place. A face so different from her toddler self. The alley was a meeting place for all. 

"Mr. Smith? What are you doing here?" The teacher replied, physically. He pulled her on the wall and started to kiss her ferociously.

( not gonna do rape part cuz so skip to after)

The Villain ran and ran. He would catch up to her soon. He was right behind her now. Her heart was racing. Her father wouldn't believe her at all. She could still feel his hands on her chest, a burning feeling and adrenaline. Lots of adrenaline.

He got ahold of her. Dragging her back, her body jerked. She started to beat him. Kick him. Whatever she could do to get him off her. Suddenly he fell, dead. The Villain could not believe what she had done. Her first kill at 13. No one could know about this. She leaned against the wall  and began to cry for the first time since her mothers death. The child's cry. Still the same. No different from before. The child's cry rang through the walls of the alley.

( End of Flashbacks)

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The hero couldn't believe what they had saw. The child's cry made so much for sense. The hero couldn't do it. They couldn't shake those scenes from their head. That child's cry. They couldn't not think of it. They sighed and escaped through the windows. Escaped the Villain, their guards and the Child's cry. That Child's Cry. 

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Hey guys! I hope you liked this and make sure to check the account (B)rad Martin out on TikTok! He gave me this idea.