It wasn’t supposed to go this far. A shrill screech escaped the the young boy, as serrated teeth tear through his flesh like it was nothing. Ursula held her breath as her throat clenched in response to seeing a red rose blooming around the blade buried in his side. Watching as tears built in the boy’s eyes, Ursula felt her lips peel back into a feral snarl as she struck him repeatedly.

Screams tore through both of them: his were of fear while hers erupted from a place of terrible fury. Ursula didn’t even know if it was him that she was angry toward but she couldn’t even bring herself to think about it. Her young mind could not be bothered with such a level of introspection, he had the misfortune of being the one to push her too far and now he must pay the price of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

He started to become too heavy for her to hold up and as his body slumped against the ground she fell with him. His blood seeped into the fabric of her shirt when she fell on top of him and she could feel eyes burning into the back of her skull. Her head snapped to look at the doorway, her viper green eyes settling on a silhouette.

“I-…he-” the child stuttered as she gestured vaguely, the realization of what just occurred starting to sink in. Tears carved paths in the layer of dirt and grime that covered her face. The first kill was always the hardest, she was a cub that had just tasted blood for the first time and she could only sputter as furious tears continued streaming down her face, “I fucking hate you!”

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“Gross,” she said, she gave the body another sharp jab before she looked back at him, “you want it to explode?”

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Pushing out her bottom lip, she canted her head to the side before she spoke up, “out on the streets. Stealing some candy and stuff.”

Jiggling her leg, Ursula lifted and dropped her shoulders a small gesture to reveal how indifferent she was. It was weird to have someone take it upon themselves to care for her without her even so much asking for help. 

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The young girl’s form shook violently as she tried ( dear god, she tried ) to swallow her rage. It burned like caustic bile, threatened to make her rot from the inside out. It’s the byproduct of too much being piled atop her tiny shoulders too early, she felt so much older than she truly was. A childhood stolen away by trauma.

“When does it all burn away?”

“Their leg is twisted all around their body,” poking the fresh corpse with a stick, Ursula grimaced before she threw a glance up at the stranger. Or maybe he wasn’t some unknown, his face looked vaguely familiar but not enough to bring up clear memories. The girl had terrorized him in the past, but that wasn’t anything particularly noteworthy.

The body on the other hand...that was interesting in its own right. Ursula gave it another sharp jab, “it’s kinda gross.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” greasy hair, grubby fingers and chocolate caked on her face. Ursula had not bathed in ages and she so desperately needed it. Let a child her age take care of herself and things were bound to get messy. Looking at the woman, Ursula scowled a little as she hunched over. 

Better than outright hostility but only just so. Nevertheless it spoke volumes of their relationship, Ursula tolerated the woman and that was far more than most could say.

He was Australian, right? The accent reminded her of one of her father’s underlings. Namely the one whose brains decorated the wall. All gunky like. 

Small, annoying and potentially entertaining.  Ursula’s fingers curled tighter around the bloody knife she held onto as she stared the Australian down, her jaw fixed itself into a hard line before she opted to push his buttons, “oi cunt, you’re an ugly motherfucker. That what people look like down under?”

Fear was an emotion that Ursula was well acquainted with, it dominated her reality and was what pushed her to act with the ferocity she did. It was what made her tick and she would never dare let anyone to peel back her skin to see what laid beneath the surface. Anyone with half a mind would know better, but to most she was more annoying than anything else.

I swear I will be doing those starters for Ursula soon. I've been dying between my two jobs and college. Finals are almost done. Once I finish being in a coma I'll be energized enough to write as this hellion.