You don't have the slightest clue, do you?

Chapter 2

Lydia's POV:
I sit in my car slowly transforming. My insanity has taken over along with the curse my father had given me when I was first born. He wasn't always like he was. He originally was a scientist at WIS Incorporated. And he used me as his test subject, injecting me with Bald eagle blood, and metal shavings. And he created the monster I am now. All my life I was bullied because I had ...well....wings. Angel wings, dark , black angel wings. They randomly came out unexpectedly .Every time they came out they were stomped on and broken. I didn't get the feeling that I wanted to kill till I was 13. The thought of being a test subject and being beaten on a regular bases not only my the three little sluts but also by my own father. So every person in my way when I transformed...died. I am the mysterious "angel killer" that has been all over the news for the past 5 years now. (PLOT TWIST!!!! XDXDXD) Never would have thought, huh? Now the Larry's BBQ lady dead and in my stomach .
"God she was so good. I need more!!!!"
I ran off to the bank and tried to show off my breast and flat bare stomach , to distract the males and make the females jelly. Before their heart could skip a beat I sliced their head off with the metal tip of my black wings. I ripped their stomach open with my claws , sucking out their intestines, eating all their organs like I hadn't eaten all day , to think about, I haven't eaten all day , so this is a big breakfast. After staring at the emptied out bodys , my sanity came back to me and my wings disappeared . I sat there staring , crying at myself wondering why. I left a note saying "I apologize for the mess. Please forgive me. I stole nothing , Sincerely, Angel killer". I ran back to my car as fast as I could trying not to be seen because I just murdered 10 people in cold blood. I sat in my car and speed back to my apartment . Yes, I live alone my mother started doing drugs once my father had died. She died when I was 15 . She was hospitalized , dying of cancer , I randomly transformed and ruined Any chance of her living. I use my savings and bought an apartment, also buying and car use the money I earned by working at The Super 8 Hotel.
Anyway, I got to my apartment and cleaned up, put clean clothes on and made coffee. "Why? What did I do to have this horrifying curse? Please daddy , tell me? What. Did. I. Do.?" Tears streamed down my face ,falling in my freshly made coffee. I ran to my room And got out my razor blade . I proceeded to carve the word "help" on my wrist . I already had the words "why?" ,"killer" and " angel"on the top of my arm. I saw the blood run down my arm and I licked it off. "Hmmm " I bite my lip savoring the flavor of my own blood. "Oops. I cut deeper than last time. Oh well." I cover up my cut with bandages and went on with my day.
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Thanks for reading . I apologize for any mistakes. Ideas are appreciated .