TAINTED ROSE

Prologue

She peeked out from the shadowy branches. Today was different. The sliver car had just gone over the cliff. Someone had unscrewed the bolts from the railings. “Weird.” She murmured to herself, and giving a cold, cruel laugh. Whoever that had been driving it would be dead by now. Angel’s Peak was a deadly drop of 255m into the sea.

The little girl…yes that was it. A small, petite girl came by yesterday. She remembered a little girl kneeling beside the railings. “Pity that wasn’t me.” She bit her lip. She would have loved to engineer the perfect murder.

A soft groan. Another little girl? She looked cautiously across the road. She didn’t want anyone to catch her, now. This one had been thrown out of the car. She looked at the face. Not the same one.

This one had short hair, rather tanned skin. More like a wolf than a princess. She remembered the other one, the one that came yesterday. All dressed up in pink and frills. Urgh. Frills were so itchy, unfit for jungle life.

Should she save this one? Maybe. She was definitely alive, but judging by her current condition, if no one were to help her… well, it would be an unfortunate death.

An idea occurred to her. Save this one. This girl could be put to better use later. Later. Too young now. She was about…her age? Gently swabbing away the blood away from the girl’s face, she saw beautiful, prominent features. A perfect, aquiline nose. Chocolate brown eyes.

She would keep the girl in perfect condition, until later.

Later, the perfect murder would happen…

She was more aware, more aware now of the desire to kill…to hunt down every single living thing…

Just like she killed her parents 5 years ago.

She was hungry now, hungry to see someone die--in her hands. To crush that reed like white throat…

“Pretty, don’t’cha think?” she remarked as she turned to caress a red flower.

The unconscious girl at her feet didn’t answer her.

She crushed the flower in her hands.