Kiss of Death

Prologue

Humanity is not the ability to love. It is the ability to kill without regret. That's why Mercy loved humanity so much.

Mercy Hope Carnifex had short, curly, platinum hair. Her eyes held the stars in their icy, blue irises. Her skin was porcelain, but nothing about her was fragile. The clothes she wore were battered down, stolen from her mother. A beaten, brown leather jacket over grey jeans and the first semi-clean t-shirt she found. She smirked to herself as she entered her first period of the day at her new school.

Dalitso Eniola Sethunya was the opposite in everyway. Her head was covered in tiny, black braids. They spilled down her pitch black complexion to her waist. Milk chocolate eyes held worries and wishes at their centers, waiting for a better future and trying to forget about a worse past. She wore fragile glasses that day. A pair of overalls and worn down Converses covered a tye-dye shirt preaching of saving the bees.