She remembered the flames that had burned her and scarred her. She remembered her arrival to Enthymema, she remembered all the sessions. She didn't want to remember any of it. Maisie stood over the dead nurse, dozens of other bodies around her, the walls stained with fresh blood. She wondered if she would ever feel bad about killing these people. She doubted it.
She picked up the tape recorder that the nurse had used, putting it in her pocket. She didn't feel scared, or shocked, or traumatised. The nurses and doctor's were all wrong, she wanted to start that fire, she didn't do it in just self defence, she wanted to see her parents dead, it thrilled her.
Maisie. Was that her name? It didn't feel like it anymore, Maisie didn't feel right. No, Maisie had been her name when she had been normal. But now...she was gifted, powerful, she used her power to kill these people who had claimed that they wanted to help her. They were liars. This power was something to be afraid of sure, but she didn't need to be afraid of it. She needed to enjoy it. They'd been trying to mend her with lies and deceit, trying to hide her away from the world, take away her identity. But no more. She was her own being. She could be whatever she set her mind to and no one would ever stop her, she could make the friends she chose, live in the world she wanted.
No. NO. Even that was wrong. She didn't need friends, or to LIVE in a world already made. She could make her own, create her own kind of people. But she needed more power...she needed to learn more. She would. She knew it. But first...a name to take, to create a new person.
She walked down the corridors, thinking to herself. Maisie had many nicknames, but none of them seemed fitting. Too sweet, too without meaning. It would need to be a name that would have a meaning, that would show the world that her anger will have no limit. Then she knew.
She stopped. A grin spreading across her scarred face. Yes. It was perfect. The nurses had once said, when they thought she was out of earshot; "It's a shame that such a beautiful little rose has been ruined...no one will want her, no matter what we do."
Oh how wrong and right they are. Not wanted? Yes. But ruined? No. Never. Not this version of her anyways. She began to skip down the hallway, her giggling turning into maniacal laughter as she sang a song from her head.
"Who is the girl that kills you in bed, who is the girl that takes your head, who is the girl who will go ahead? IT'S ME! LITTLE ROSE!"
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Skulduggery Pleasant - Night of the Dying Rose
FanfictionThe time of Darquesse has passed. And now arises a new Villain that will push Skulduggery and Valkyrie to their limit. Little Rose. She's on a quest for blood and chaos, and she will not stop until she finishes what an old foe started. With old frie...
