Snips and Snaps

Boredom

This is the story of a girl. It is not a happy story and most definitely does not have a happy or even remotely good ending. Those still reading, you've been warned.

Her mother died in labor and her father was too busy drinking at a bar to even remember his wife had been pregnant to begin with. So her brother took her.

He kept her locked in a basement and chained to a wall. It was disgusting to say the least for even as an infant he gave her minimum care and maximum hell. She grew up sitting in pools of her own blood and urine. Maybe once a month she got toast if she was extremely lucky, though normally it was bread that was starting to go bad. Her water came from one of the many ways her brother tortured her.

Days that stood apart in her memory of those first six years were mostly rainy days. Her brother couldn't leave due to the rain and so he'd stay and torture her. Once he sliced over her eyes and nose, leaving scars that would never fail to distinguish her. Another time he choked her with a spiked chain and on another occasion he cut into her cheeks, giving her an unnatural smile that stretched all the way up her cheeks and that could never close properly.

But one horrid day her brother unchained her and dragged her upstairs rather than deeper down into the basement. He gave her clothes and a blade of her own.

"I've always loved you, that's why I have to be so cruel. The real world is worse, all of them. They'll kill you if you don't make them afraid," he told her.

She didn't know better and by the time she learned she was too afraid of him to change. Another four years passed and the girl was ten. She learned quickly, impressively intelligent for her situation, and her brother started actually help her. He talked to her and told her things, unaware he was setting up his own demise. She learned from him her mother had meant to name her Rose, Rose Saeden. Although he only called her shit or worthless.

Slowly she learned to make her kills her own, not just his orders and soon it became her game not his command. By the time he caught on to this, it was too late. He no longer owned the beast he had created. Not enough to save his own life at least.

He didn't last long against her. Rage didn't blind her and her size proved useful in evading his wide swings. Once he was dead the real struggled started. She was still haunted by him.

She tried all she could think of. Laughing, she still saw his sick smile. Painting the walls with his blood, he still threatened to raise his blade against her. Tearing him to shreds even, he was still laughing maniacally.

She was ten. Already she was known by the press and authorities as blood rose thanks to the signature roses she would leave. But this kill, her brother, had no rose left. It wasn't her kill, he still wasn't dead yet, not in her memory.

But this only inspired her to kill more, to forgot even if only for a little while. Her killings became more plotted, more calculated and planned.

She found a warehouse, old and abandoned out in the woods. In it was only a pack of eight or so stray dogs. Stupid beast was her first thought of them but as she worked on fixing her new base up she found they were like her, smarter than one would expect. Three to be exact were much smarter than they should've been.

Once they had caught her staring at her reflection. She chased them out but they brought back thread and a needle. At first she had no idea what to do with what they left but she figured something out fast. She sewed part of her mouth shut on both sides, now at least it closed all the way.

After she had finished fixing up the warehouse, making it near impregnable and completely inescapable, she began to play around. Thirteen and curious she began to mess with things most wouldn't even try. Besides dragging victims back to the warehouse to torture she started taking the stray dogs inside and experimenting with them.

The three who had brought her the thread and needle took to collecting scraps and stealing whatever to bring back to her. Somehow they continued to get their paws on hospital equipment.

Boredom of Blood, as she called herself, ran out of dogs soon and only had the three left. She had yet to successfully improve one with it surviving though. But that didn't stop her. She tried with the last three anyway.

She succeed surprisingly. All three of them made it through and besides being ugly and hairless they were near impossible to kill, if the one that had to have it's head sewn back on twice was anything to judge by at least.

She named them, the largest who had a scar on one eye she called fear. The smallest who had lost his head and two legs, all of which had to be sewn back on several times, she called Trouble. Finally the middle sized one she called Curiosity, after it's tendency to come looking for her if she stayed in another room for to long.

Despite the hell she put them through, all three were loyal and followed every command she gave. Not one had a problem with helping her torture victims either.

By fourteen she was set. Killing and caring, sorta, for her dogs Boredom was made. Although in that same year she found Mercy.

While hunting her dogs found the albino fawn being chased by the buck that had sired it. She had the buck killed and then fed it to the fawn. She continued to feed Mercy meat from deer and any other animal the dogs hunted until he became an Albino stag that hunted for himself. Mercy was like the dogs though, Boredom's word might as well have been gods will. He hunted in the forest and when Boredom gave her victims false hope of escaping he would catch and return them or eat them. Mercy became a tame or domestic wendigo and similar again to the dogs who just didn't die, he was never full and was incredibly aggressive to anyone other than Boredom.

Boredom was made, things were nearly nothing but her way.

Memories of her brother still plagued her though. No matter how many lives she claimed. It was especially bad when it rained, sometimes she could even hear him laughing as he came down the halls to find her. So she never stopped, she trained the dogs to keep guard with Mercy and she to torture and kill so he wouldn't kill her. She had to even if she didn't want to. She was going to live while the rest the world turned red and rotted around her, she would still be standing.