The second soul

Lillain was hiding. Her heart was beating harder than it had ever been in her life. Her green eyes, much like emeralds, were hidden by a wild tangle of dark hair. Her eyes brimming with painful tears as she was hiding in her cupboard. Her whole body was shivering; her legs were stinging from the blood that was pouring out. 

She was coming to get her. Lillian knew that. The past 600+ years, she was always looking, even as a baby, always looking, always loved causing pain, especially to her own mother. Lillian just hoped that Renee would not find her- at all costs.

Then Lillian spotted her, a young girl, looking no older than five years of age. A little chubby with long blonde hair and doe eyes. Those damn doe eyes. She just hoped that she would not find her, but all her hopes dashed away when the girl discovered her hiding place.

The girl then flashed her perfect, pearly, white baby teeth like a baby shark as she saw her mother cowering away.

“You have always been bad at playing my favorite game but now I have won- as usual.”

She then clapped her chubby little hands as her mother then begged,

“Renee, please don’t. Please don’t hurt me.”

The little girl then laughed but it was not a playful laugh, this laugh was filled with menace. She then tossed her blonde hair was she then went over to her mother as she flashed her doe eyes. Doe eyes that seemed to know more than her 600+ years of living. She then pinned her mother to the ground as she then grinned,

“Having fun yet?”

“Please- Renee, please don’t do this,” Lillian begged, “why not we do some drawing or try and talk this over. You don’t really want to hurt me- do you Renee sweetheart.”

Renee then cackled as she then whispered into her mother’s ear, “But Momma, why would I? I am just getting started.”

Lillian then shivered as she wished that she would be strong enough to stop her daughter, but she had powers, powers that Lillain didn’t know how to control. Renee then created something out of her hand- an electric ball. She then grinned at her mother like her mother was a pig in a slaughterhouse.

Lillian just hoped that she wouldn’t aim it for her- she saw her daughter do it to countless of other people and she was tired of burying the bodies. Renee then smiled as she then said,

“It’s not personal, just a little bit of fun- you are no fun anymore.”

Lillian tried to reason with Renee but those eyes, those damn doe eyes, they reminded her of someone much more deadly, much more nasty.

“Please Renee, you would not kill you own mother now, would you?”

Renee then giggled, taking pleasure in all of this as she then aimed the ball at her mother as she then screamed as electricity sparkled out of her, her whole-body twitching while her daughter watched with a nasty smile upon her face. She then clapped her hands when her mother was finally dead.

“Yay!”

She then ran off out of the house where she found a ship. It was black and grey, and her mother used to fly years ago but she always thought flying to help people was boring, causing chaos was much more funner. She then went inside as she then typed down a location, a location that had been on her mind since birth- maybe even before that.

This was going to be fun for her- bad for everyone else.