Prologue

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by shotango

by shotango

She had been called crazy since she was young. It had started when she killed her school's pet rabbit when she was five. It was a quick death, she had twisted the black rabbit's neck with a crack in front of her peers. It traumatized half of the small children causing them to avoid her, the other half replaced their fear for anger, beating her, calling her a freak. Of course, if anyone had bothered to actually ask why she killed the rabbit, she would say that she pitied the rabbit.

It's poor, caged life consisted of being poked and forgotten about after being the center of entertainment for hours, causing the rabbit to be underweight and miserable. She knew how the bunny felt, after all that was also what her miserable life consisted of. The bunny was slowly dying while small children threw it back and forth, feeding it crayons and playdough.

It was the bullying that made her insane really, she was just helping the Rabbit, she didn't realize she had done anything wrong. The bullying. It carried on for years, from harsh words to beating her up, spitting on her and hiding her in trash bins. Being all alone changes a person and after 10 years of torture Luca Johnson, at the age of 15, massacred half of her high school with an automatic rifle. How she had gotten hold of the rifle, nobody knew. How she escaped from the police, nobody knows.

Of course, the police also found her parents dead on their stained bloody red, silk couch resting on each other. The police had said, while she didn't attack them brutally, it was one of the most graphic murders they had ever seen. Luca Johnson had cut out a big hole on each of her parents and had taken their hearts. After examining the couple, they found trauma to the head, meaning they were still alive and awake when she carved open their bodies. But the worst bit of it all, was a big smile, carved into their bloody faces.

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