The Bladed Rose

Chapter two: Blood Shall Spill

   So where to start, where to start? Hm... how about close to a year or so ago? I would be about 17 at that point and that's the earliest I can recall all of this coming into any sort of motion, so yeah, I'm starting then.

   So we start in October, about the 11th I think. It is a cold night, so I wore my usual clothing which consists almost entirely of a three piece suit with a thick, warm, large trench suit jacket. It's all black, of course. Anyway, back on topic, I was walking down an alley (as you do) and was cornered by a deplorable wretch of a man... Tsk tsk the poor poor fool, how he expected me to just be a fragile rich white girl that he can rob and toy with. He was wrong, oh so very wrong. I grin widely, there was a dangerous gleam in my eyes, something manic and deadly. Tsk tsk, he shoulda known.

   He held me at knife point, blade to my throat, he wanted me to show fear, probably to inflate his bastard ego or something. I wouldn't know, didn't bother to ask y'know? Instead, yet again in an effort to elicit fear out of me, he cut up my suit! That shit's expensive and he just cut it up?!?! HOW DARE HE! So in response to this... 'threat' I pulled out my twin blades. These things are absolutely beautiful. Made up of a black wood handle with gold pins to keep it together, a stainless steel blade, and finally a very nice black steel rose patterning on the flat of the blades. Made em myself I did, very proud of them. I wound up stabbing him in the liver, enjoying his pained screams, I then stabbed him multiple times in the gut before slitting his throat. I took a deep breath and absorbed his Soul, removing and devouring the delicious Sin that lied within before setting whatever was left free to be judged. His Sin tasted like, hm, sweetbread I suppose? All I know is I liked the flavor.

   After that little incursion I simply went on my way, as you do. Of course, on the news later on there was the story of the "Poor man who was brutally murdered in an alley by some deplorable human monster". Well I'm no monster and I'm not human so their words are oh so invalid and false. Ah well, today was enjoyable anyways, heh, IT EVEN MADE THE NEWS HAHAHAHAHA!! I almost never get on the news, surprising I suppose. Even more so given the fact that I am a very prolific killer. Well, I guess I do have a habit of constantly moving. Though would that really prevent my kills from ending up on the news?? I don't know, and I don't think I actually care. I do what I do when I want to do it, of course it's due to what I am and the innate need and desire to.. uh.. feed I suppose. I ramble a lot don't I? I should probably move on. 

   Right, well, after all of that I moved on my way. Nothing keeping me there and the heat was to big, heat being the cops. Cops are in fact not my friends. So I made sure my knives were clean and went out the door, then the damnedest thing happened. I was in a different location entirely! (this is what I meant by "About when all the random temporal stuff started.") I don't even know what this place would be called, it was big, empty, and really fucking sandy. Like everywhere, just sand and only sand. That would usually be called a desert, the only issue being that this place is like a sandbox in a kids playground, empty and flat. It looks like someone got a flat mallet before hammering it down on this desert and leaving it there haphazardly. This place...it's impossible, impossible geometry, impossible placement, impossible everything! I blinked and shook my head and I was staring at the busy street outside the motel I stayed in, but I was in the impossible desert! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!?! I must've stood there for about ten minutes before heading on my way.