Lisa Huo.
The Chinese Blight,
The year 2167.
"Li-Lisa... Don't you under-understa- stand, honey? This is me loving you... loving..."
Crackling, crawling flames rose from her body as she writhed in agony. Lisa's white button-up was soaked in red, reflecting the bright orange flames spreading from her legs, dancing across the floorboards and up the walls. Smoke clouded the room. Smoke filled Lisa's lungs, but not her mother's. Lisa's mother cried out in an ear-piercing, blood-curdling scream as she burned alive.
"I hate you," Lisa said aloud, picking her mother's glass bottle off of the ground. Her bare feet stepped through the blaze that engulfed the room, and kneeling over her flailing body, pinning it down. She raised the bottle over her head in both hands-
-Crack!
"I hate you."
Crack!
"I hate you."
CRACK!
Her mother stopped screaming as Lisa threw the bottle away into the sea of fire. Where the bridge of her nose should've been, there was a chasm of charred bones and burnt, melting flesh. Gaping, wide bloodshot eyes gleaming with tears staining Lisa's face. Soot covered her arms, her face, everything. Rupturing wooden supports cracked, sending tremors through the house. Dust fell, coating her face as it stuck to the wet blood covering her hands.
The crackling flames were all she could hear. It followed her as she stood up, and walked out of her room.
Today was her birthday, February 14th. Loveday.
Walking gracefully past her father's burning body, melding into his chair as the ceiling collapsed behind her.
"What the fuck?! Lisa! What the hell is this?"
The group of children watched her as Lisa stepped out of her home, drenched in red.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Lisa's eye twitched at the question. What they should've asked is, why did she do it, but even then it was so stupid, so ignorant. How ignorant do you have to be to look upon the carnage that you caused, and ask why? To throw glassware on the hard ground, and ask why it broke? To hit, beat, cut, and thrash a girl to the ground, and ask why she killed you? Why did the girl break, you ask?
The group that outcasted her, whispering, mocking.
Whispering, mocking.
Relentless ridicule.
Relentless ridicule.
Anything she did, whatever she was, they mocked it; made it their plaything.
Anything she did.
Mumbling their words after they spoke, just like her. Tearing her down limb after limb, nothing better to do than to knock her down. Her bloodshot eyes stared them down with a vengeance, a childish yearning to get back at them. Their hands were all over her, not a single part of her was hers. Each word cutting like a thousand razors, each bruise forever embedded into her flesh. Her blood boiled with her parents. Orange glow reflecting off of her teeth, wet lips, and greasy, frazzled hair, she didn't blink. She didn't look away.
"I hate you all."
Lisa's body exploded in hellfire-
-FWOOSH!
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