Blood. Death. Pain. Depression. Short accomplishment. She stood over the body of her dad. She smiled. That's what it tasted like to them. All she tasted was confidence. She took the map out of his pocket. She laughed. Easy. Now she had to kill her stupid sister. She didn't know who would be in her way. _That_ was a mistake. A big one. Stars don't bend unless you force them.

HardCoreWriter- this was a POV of one of the villains to my newest idea. (I'm probably going to start a series on here) I won't say what her name is until I've decided I want to put the story on her. Have a wonderful day/night ♡✌︎☻