As the darkness sank into her veins she felt evil take her over. A crooked smile spread across her face as her hand reached over, grabbing something.

“No! Stop!” She thought. “Please!”

“Its fine,” replied another voice in her head, “On with it already, hurry up.” The knife cluched tightly in her hands was swung foreword, slice after slice of the person before her. They crumpled to the floor, she didn’t stop. The corpse was mauled, random pieces of their body were flung around the room. Blood splattered the walls, staining them a deep red. Joy flooded through her body, sinking in with the darkness that now engulfed her. This is what anyone who messes with her gets, anyone who kills her family.

“Wait isnt this wrong?” a small voice wispers in her mind

“Nah” comes a stronger, darker voice. “This is the definition of fun, of revenge, this is the most joyful thing ever!” Another slash, then another. A noise came from the door as people burst through. The police. They stood there watching her her mutilate the corpse infront of her. She turned slowely. A wicked smile was played across her face. A gun pointed up at her, that would not do. The darkness in her bones shot her foreword and in a split second the gun was flying accross the room. The man was hunched over curling around the hand that had gone with it. Wasn’t there something that told her something, something that must have been important. Her brain couldn’t quite place it.

“Oh well” she thought “Time for some more fun!”