3 Maniac

A nightmare had occurred and yet the sun still rose as if nothing had happened. It was as if the world hadn't seen what had happened to her and how she was raped and tossed around like a doll. It was as if it had never happened or it didn't matter. It didn't matter that she wasn't even seen as a human and instead violated and stepped on like a toy. The world didn't care.

She lifted her sore body up as she remembered last night's ordeal. She gritted her teeth and cried in shame and anger.

[I will remember this! I hate you!]

She picked up some clothes in a maids room and escaped. When she returned to the abandoned alley in which she lived, she lost her composure. She let all her feelings out and sobbed.

She had nothing left to live for anymore. Before this, she had already wondered why she kept on living but know she really had absolutely nothing other than her hate towards the perpetrator. After crying her grievances out, she regained a new will to live.

[I will destroy you]

Her eyes flashed with a crazed light. The young and foolish girl in her had disappeared and had been replaced with a demoness filled with thirst for vengeance and blood.

It was foolish to have provoked such a devil. She was strong and quick. After living in the streets for so long and fighting with the three young men, her body had long become full of endurance and energy. Now with her new resolve and crazed mind she was more powerful than ever. Her strength had gone beyond her limits but she payed no attention to her own changes. All she thought of was death.

Like a ghost, she disappeared into the valley and the light in her eyes disappeared along with her. It was time to start her massacre.

She didn't know their names but she didn't need to. If she could live all these years without remembering her own name, then she could also kill without needing their names. All she needed was to quench her suffering and pain. She needed to feel liberated.

[If god couldn't help me before, he probably won't help me now. Even if I'm banished into hell, even if I'm destined to suffering, and even if all the odds are against me I will fight and I will succeed.

Death will be their only outcome.]

The images of the r a p e constantly threw her deeper into insanity. Her whole being was filled with hatred. She sat on a dusty empty corner and awaited the men who had tortured her so much. The valley was old, quiet, and dusty. There were spider webs everywhere and rats running around. Such a place was inhabitable but this was were she lived, this was where she cried, this was where she fought to survive, but this was also where her nightmare began. She loved it and hated it so much. She thought back on all the memories she had and couldn't help crying again. Her stone heart was dipped in anger, sadness, and loathing.

[Why did it have to be like this? Why am I always abandoned and tortured? Why is everything against me? Why? Why! Why is it always why?

I cant even remember who I am. The only thing I remember since being abandoned are the bad memories, the suffering, the betrayals, and the despair. Is everything always going to be like this? Am I fated to despair?

NO! I wont give in! I CAN'T give in.

I Hate! I hate so much. I hate everything. I hate this greedy world, I hate the people who made me this way, and I hate myself. God has abandoned me, Buddha has abandoned me, and the angels have abandoned me.

I am alone.

But now, all I need is myself. If the world hates me, I will hate it back. If fate is against me, I will destroy it. If the gods want to punish me, I will make them bow down to me!]

She continued to cry in grief and resentment until she heard the familiar heavy footsteps nearing closer. She dried her tears as her eyes flashed with a terrifying glow. She appeared before the familiar loathsome faces.

"I see you're energized. How about coming over to our house too", they laughed.

She smiled, "sure if you can still see the light of day after this."

Before they could wonder about her response, blood spilled from their necks. In a flash she had already cut their necks. The last thing visible on their eyes was terror. The terror of seeing the devil himself.

Her eyes lifted and her cruel smile emerged on her face. It was terrifying. She laughed in satisfaction. She was a complete psychopath. She swiftly turned away and left the bodies to rot.