Bloody Blonde by Totally John Smith at Inkitt

Summary

Normally, when you hear the name Rapunzel, you'd think of some Disney princess. The princess with long, blonde hair, along with a handsome young prince to save her from her magical castle. In real life, that's exactly what it's like. Except for the princess. Actually, she doesn't exist at all. In the real world, you'd be surprised to know that Rapunzel is the name behind a killer. The deadliest member of underground society is known as the Princess. And, of course, she earned this nickname for obvious reasons: her long, blonde hair-the last thing you see before she puts a bullet through your head. Obviously, she's well-known cuz she kills people. Because she loves it. It's what she's good at. The rush and the thrill-the excitement-it causes blood to spill. So, she's practically insane, and she loves that too-almost as much as she loves killing. But what happens when she meets someone equally as insane? Someone that loves killing-just as much as she does-and is possibly better at it than she is? Of course. It pisses her off. And now, she has a new target. But will she succeed?

Genre: Thriller/Action

Author: Totally John Smith

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 3

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 16+

Prologue

Flashback

(Rapunzel, 5 years old)

"Stop calling me your mommy." The woman snaps coldly.

"Buy why not mommy? The girls at school call their mommies mommy." The girl inquires innocently, tugging on her mother's sleeve.

The woman pulls away in disgust.

"Don't touch me!" She stared down at her daughter to whom she refused to be responsible for.

Rapunzel wasn't worried. In her eyes, her mommy still loved her.

"But mommy, I would never hurt you. I love you." She tried to reassure her mother, who was a ticking time bomb. A mother terrified of her own child.

The woman slapped her daughter across the face, quickly snapping her face to the side. For sure, it would leave a mark.

The harsh sound echoed in the run-down apartment room.

"Bitch! If it weren't for you, I would still be working my job. You ruined my body. You ruined my body!

"No one will ever love you. I hate you. I hope you die."

"You don't mean that mommy. I know you don't." She smiled.

"I'M NOT YOUR MOMMY!"

"Why not mommy? Mommy I—"

"You're a psycho," her mother screeched.

She beat and slapped her daughter, the frail 5 year old.

She was left passed out on the floor when her mother was finished, left for anyone to find her.

After than night, the girl never saw her mother again.

"Don't worry mommy, I know you love me."