Drip, Drip, Drip...The drops of blood fell off the blade of her katana.She sheathed it slowly, never taking her eyes off the headless body. "Mission #129 accomplished," she whispered. She cringed slightly. "This is an ugly number." She took out the red rose from her hair, throwing it on the corpse. The black sea washed the shore. "Maybe it'll do you a favour...and swallow you whole."
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"The police has found yet another decapitated body. This time, on the seashore. The same red rose was found at the crime scene. We warn you, the following images are shocking," the news speaker announced. The girl's piano music stopped suddenly. She smiled evily, her eyes filled with a pleased, malicious sparkle.
"Kieteyuke moeteyuke minikui watashi yo*...," she sang softly. "That is my duty. They should feel grateful because I give them the opportunity...to be reborn, as beautiful charming roses." She grabbed a red rose from the slim vase on her piano, holding it in her hand like a glass of champagne. "Even though scums like them...belong to the deepest shitholes." She squashed the flower in her hands. Streaks of blood flowed down her wrist; the thorns had pierced her skin. "Kegare naki bara no you ni tada saiteitai**."
She let the rose fall on the floor, licking the scarlet liquid with her sharp tongue. "Tonight...I shall produce the 130th descendant."
She sat back at her piano, never taking her eyes off the crimson petals on the floor. "Bara o mitsumenagara nagareyuku shi no senritsu***...," she hummed along the tune. The passion she put in the melody changed the atmosphere in her small apartment completely. She stopped, out of the blue, and began a brand new phrase. It was during her piano playing when she planned her nocturnal activity.
Her fingers fell heavily on the claps, all at the same time, as a revelation hit her. A sly, sick smile spread across her face.
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"The police has found yet another decapitated body. This time, on the seashore. The same red rose was found at the crime scene. We warn you, the following images are shocking," the news speaker announced. The girl's piano music stopped suddenly. She smiled evily, her eyes filled with a pleased, malicious sparkle.
"Kieteyuke moeteyuke minikui watashi yo*...," she sang softly. "That is my duty. They should feel grateful because I give them the opportunity...to be reborn, as beautiful charming roses." She grabbed a red rose from the slim vase on her piano, holding it in her hand like a glass of champagne. "Even though scums like them...belong to the deepest shitholes." She squashed the flower in her hands. Streaks of blood flowed down her wrist; the thorns had pierced her skin. "Kegare naki bara no you ni tada saiteitai**."
She let the rose fall on the floor, licking the scarlet liquid with her sharp tongue. "Tonight...I shall produce the 130th descendant."
She sat back at her piano, never taking her eyes off the crimson petals on the floor. "Bara o mitsumenagara nagareyuku shi no senritsu***...," she hummed along the tune. The passion she put in the melody changed the atmosphere in her small apartment completely. She stopped, out of the blue, and began a brand new phrase. It was during her piano playing when she planned her nocturnal activity.
Her fingers fell heavily on the claps, all at the same time, as a revelation hit her. A sly, sick smile spread across her face.
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