The room was dark and cold. A figure knelt in the center of the room tied to hooks in the ground. A man with a heavy Russian accent and a whip in his hand stood before the figure.

"You misreable varmin wrench!! We give you food. We give you chance. We give you family. Yet this how you thank us? eh!?" he spat and the figures head.

She lifted her head, blood was trickling down her mouth and nose, yet she smiled the most disturbing smile, showing her bloodied teeth. "Yes yes," she said hazedly, "I loved the family yoi gave me" she smirked and looked up at the man with a maddening crazed look before saying in a hushed tone, "You know what else I loved? the look on tgeir faces as I cut out their tongues, and their screams as i carved out their eyes... I decorated the place with them. watching.... always watching.HAAHAH"

she snipped like a dog chopping her jaw and sharp teeth down while jerking foward.The man jumped back and shouted in rage.

"You crazy bitch!!"

"Crazy? " she laughed, tilting her head to the side at a creepy angle." Who is crazy? The world is. As one does so does another. To teach a raven to fly, and a fish to swim, so is insanity to the world" she suddenly swipped her hair back as the roped she was tied with broke and she jumped up with a piece of glass she had somehow managed to procure.

She lunges at the man , thrusting the glass into his neck and grabbing his whip. Quickly wrapping the whip around his neck at lighting speed, she proceeded to strangle him.

"Thank you so much for this wonderful party sir! lets dine again soon!"

She tiptoed to the door befor casually walking through it and saying " Fine day isnt it?" to the guards who were standing outside. One proceeded to knock her out with a right , but she kicked him in the shins and uppercutted him. Turning to the one behind her who had pulled out his gun, she quickly grabbed his houlders and swung herself ontop , clinging tk his head briefly before slitting his throat with a knife she had snagged from the other guard.

She sprinted down the long halls, covered in blood, both her own and not.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳 " she laughed. "𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!?"

She encountered more guards, but doged them , throwing a knife in the face of the Sargeant and dashing up the stairs.When she reached the top after dodging and killing many gaurds in her crazy manner, she found herself on the roof of the ten story building.

"I always loved sky diving!" she said aloud before jumping off the edge as gaurds came bursting through the door.

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"What do you think of that? How the hell are you even alive?" a tall red haired girl said in shock.

"Hahahah I told you. I never die. Hell, even if I wanted to. I never stay in one place longer than I want!"

"But Serna, that was stupid. Why did you even go back? They wouldnt have caught you had you stayed away." a girl with blong ponytails said sternly.

"Nevermind it sourpuss! I did it for the thrill! For the blood. For the taste . So sweet....."

" It is impossible to reason with you. You are absolutely insane . Why do i even try." She sighed before walking out of the room.

" HAHAHAHAH whats her problem..."

"But really," the red haired girl continued, that was dangerous. Russia wants you dead and\-"

" Haha kid, the world wants me dead"

It’s unlikely anyone will read this anyway right? I mean, I barely update. A lot going on. If you see this and you read my other works, heck, if you even made it this far, I prob won’t be updating the other stories. Just this one. Let’s do this. From now on I’ll be taking the first person route. As if I’m Serna herself.

Serna

I don’t in particular think to much ahead except to dream. Looking for something in the distance that isn’t even there. I guess that’s understandable if you knew anything about me. I have this burning desire to watch the world burn and feel the enthralling spark of the horror it would bring. That’s probably a bit far, but what is far. I’m a killer after all. Somedays I genuinely enjoy doing what I do, other days it feels like a rabid cycle. It’s like listening to ‘I want to break free’ by Queen on repeat. The insanity, yet the truth. I tried writing, childishly. Then I quit and moved on the better, greater things. To blood apparently. I enjoyed it. I DO enjoy it. I mean, why wouldn’t I? Even the law fears me. It’s all I could have ever wanted. But I needed more. I was missing something, I just didn’t know what.

So I began searching. I searched for it in women, in money, even in booze. At the end of the day they were all endless and empty dreams. So I did something one day that I could never take back. I fulfilled a lifetime goal to achieve what I deemed as perfect in my twisted mind. By twisted I mean the same realization a mentally unstable person may have when even they realize themself that they are unstable. I came full circle so to speak. Someone decided to recount some of my exploits . I found them writing and for some reason it pissed me off. It was my story, my life. For the sake of love, insanity, and blood. So I wasn’t gonna let anyone else write it. I killed them with my own hands and burned the pages myself. So I’m starting my own story a fresh. I’ll start from the beginning of course. I’ll show you the hows and why’s that that unfortunate soul didn’t know or have access to.

I picked up a pen and sat by the fire fed by that unfortunate souls body and their sad works to try to paint a picture of me. Allow me to do this accurately. Allow me to show you through my eyes exactly how I have lived. My exploits , my loves, my hates, my everything. The faint of heart won’t finish this. But then again, a delicate heart is the most scrumptious. Keep beating ok? Wouldn’t want you to soil the pages that you lay your eyes upon now would we. How often I will write a unknown. I’m a busy killer after all.

So I always had a fascination with things I couldn’t see. It was just so alluring to me. I heard of power and I wanted this power. All of it. For myself. I wanted to raise above what I had known as a child and demolish anything and anyone who stood in my way. For awhile those feelings remained dormant, til one day.

I was born to a poor woman. Father basically didn’t exist, good for him right? I went to school I lived that typical hard life so what big deal. But then I met this girl. Ohhh this girl was perfect. Everything I had ever wanted. Long dark hair and sweet lips. Tender and gentle. The ice to my fire. I had to have her, and I got her. I loved her so much. To feel her body in my hands was like a dream every time. I was so in love with her… likewise was she with me. We were happy. One day as she lay in my arms she told me a terrible secret. She trusted me with it and for that I am grateful. She was sick. Terminally ill, and she was getting worse. My love still looked like the rose she had always been. We brushed it off quickly until it came to the surface again when she collapsed. She was dying and on such limited time. I didn’t use the time as well as I should have. I should have spent every second with her. But the end happened so fast. After a month of strenuous treatment that did her no good at all. I knew it was only a matter of time. She did too. She died right there in my arms. I watched as there was absolutely nothing I could do. I felt so hopeless. So worthless. The one I loved was now gone. I hate to dwell on this because it still brings me such pain. So I will move on quickly to the next part of my story.

I left school after that. Torn apart by grief and so much other stuff I had dealt with from my childhood that will go unmentioned.

I met another girl some time later. She helped me up. Helped me out of the pit of despair. I fell for her. I promised myself I wouldn’t fall for anyone again, but I did. She became mine one night and in the early morning hours when I awoke I knew I had found hope. Such things were so sacred to me. She wasn’t as perfect as my first, but she was all I needed. She was all I wanted. We planned to make a life together long into the future and for the first time in a long time I felt alive. Even then I knew all good things had an end though. I just didn’t expect shit to go down as it did. I didn’t expect to have to do what I had to do. I caught someone taking advantage of her one evening. A close friend that I had trusted. Taking advantage of my love in my own home. In my own bed. Forcing himself upon her like that as she cried out for me. In that moment I was filled with such uncontrollable rage. A rage that made me feel ten times more alive then I had ever felt before. I rage I fed with all my being in that moment. I was small and relatively average strength at the time. Rather short for my age. But in that moment I gained the strength of 30 men. I pulled the bastard off of my love and proceeded to tare him apart limb from limb with my bare hands nothing was too difficult in this moment when I had my first taste of blood. It was intoxicating. Suddenly in an eclipse all the pain of my life flashed before my eyes, giving me newfound strength as I tore deeper and deeper, as if digging up some hidden treasure I had buried long ago. I devoured it. I let it consume me. I was wasted and heavily intoxicated in it. I killed that man that day. His blood sprayed the room and myself like an unholy baptism of almighty wrath. I accepted it . When I finally calmed down enough to look around, I saw my love passed out in the corner, her hands over her head. She was cowering in fear. I went and picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom to clean her and myself up. I felt nothing. Such a weird sensation. I had a newfound pyshical strength and a newfound passion. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I tenderly washed her. She was still unconscious but looked every bit of the angel she did as if it was a normal sleep. I washed myself clean as well. I lifted her out of the tub, dressed her in clean clothes and set her in the living room. Then I set about to clean up.

I left the apartment, heading down to the hardware store where I bought heavy amounts of hydrochloric acid and such. Soon after I returned home. My love, Rose was her name, was still sleeping. She stirred some when I entered to place, but remained unconscious. I prepared the acid and got to work. I was absolutely fascinated. I soaked every bone, every part . By the end of the evening I had the place spotless and back exactly as it had been. Clean and fresh, and homely. Except for the bags of things that the acid had not fully disintegrated. I took those out and but them in my trunk, intending to take them out to the woods later. When I got back inside, Rose was beginning to wake up. She saw me and immediately embraced me in tears. She told me how this friend of mine had come over to to help fix the dish washer. This friend actually was good at fixing things and I myself had asked him to come over and fix the washer, fully trusting him. Rose told me that he had never done something like that before. She told me she smelled the alcohol on his breath when she let him in but didn’t think that much of it. Until he suddenly got up from fixing and began forcing himself onto her. I felt terrible. This was my fault. This would not have happened if I had been here. She looked at me and insisted it want my fault. We held each other for a long time before I spoke again.

“Do you want to leave this place?” I asked her gently.

She looked at me and nodded. I understood completely and immediately began packing. My lease wasn’t up and I had a job , as did she. But none of that mattered. I packed up our stuff and we left. Pulled all my money out of the bank and everything. The landlord insisted I was not allowed to leave till the lease was up. But I knew that already. However, that didn’t matter right now. I left the landlord a gift in his water bottle when he wasn’t looking and promptly left. He would be dead in a few hours from ingesting large amounts of acid. Authorities suspected foul play, but didn’t have evidence as to who did it. I was long out of state by the time the landlord was found anyway. Rose and I headed north to Massachusetts, where I booked us a flight out of country. Before leaving. I stopped to bury the bones in the woods. They are there to this day.