Blood.. there was so much blood. A young woman who seemed to be 18 laid on the floor of her burning house, her cheeks cut into a Glasgow smile. She has short brown hair, fair skin that was covered in cuts that were bleeding and fresh along with burns forming, her eyes were closed. Her soft lilac dress was torn and was slowly burning at the ends. The sound of high heels wafted through the air as they went towards the girl who was lying unconscious. A woman stood before the girl as her deep night black dress was slowly reflecting the flames that threatened to burn her and the girl. Immediately picking her up, the fast and rapid sound of heels clicked in the air as she carried her out of the burning house.

Once they were outside, the woman gently placed her down onto the ground. "Oh, Primrose.. how could he do this to you?" She whispered, wincing at the sight of her body looking like she just came out the nightmare on elm street. She didn't want this for Primrose, she really didn't. She then watched as the ambulance got her on the gurney and the firemen extinguish the fire. 'there's one thing I can do for you, rose. The only thing I know how.' she thought before leaving the scene.

Primrose then came face to face with a white ceiling, her delicate light sapphire-gem orbs wincing at the light. She took note that her body was covered in bandages, her head pounding. Just then, a nurse walked in. "Miss Richardson?" She nodded her head, showing her that she had the right patient. "I regret to inform you that your house burned down, and your sister was the one who saved you." She informed the surprised girl. Sister? Who could she be talking about? Then, she passed out once more.

When she woke up again, she noticed she didn't have the bandages anymore and sat up. "Give me a mirror." Primrose demanded. She then was handed a silver mirror and screamed in horror, her face was completely burnt and there were the same cuts she saw on the intruder's face. She threw the mirror to the wall, smashing it upon contact. She was discharged that day with a full clean bill of health as she went to a friend's house that day. A package arrived for her as she took it upstairs and waited patiently.

Once night fell, she took the package and went to an abandoned house that looked and was safe. She went inside and dug through her pocket, feeling around for the box-cutter. She located it and grabbed the handle, slitting the box's flaps and opened it. Inside there was a mask that was the color of bones with painted ruby lips and golden dots under the corner of the eyes with black wings around the hollow of the eyes. There also was a syringe, a bouquet of white roses, a sharp santoku knife and a note. Primrose picked it up and started reading it.

'dear, Primrose, I'm so sorry I let Jeff get to you and he did the exact same thing to me. You were only 15 at the time and was at your friend's place, having a sleepover which saved your life from that deranged killer! Everyone agrees that it's time for me to have extra help in eradicating this world of criminals and such. I noticed your face is extremely burnt bad, but.. the good thing is that I can help. The syringe your seeing has liquid hate inside it, a special chemical that saved my life. Apply the liquid to the underside of your right elbow if you desire revenge.

Your big sister, Jane Richardson.'
Primrose was in shock and disbelief before her expression hardened. She then picked up the syringe, looking at the deep violet-red liquid. Carefully, she placed the contents and needle into a glass candy dish she had found in the hall she was in making sure it wouldn't roll before taking out her tape recorder and a cassette tape. Placing the tape inside, she pressed record and spoke her message which was more like a letter. She then pressed the stop button and took out the tape, writing the date of when she recorded it.

Then, she threw the tape recorder out the window and proceeded to place the cassette on the clay pot outside. "Here goes nothing.." she whispered, picking up the syringe and looking at the contents. She slowly opened her right arm to expose her elbow. "I'm sorry, everyone.. forgive me for what I'm about to do." She murmured as she carefully forced the needle into her soft snowy skin and pushed the plunger down before she could think about what was going on.

It felt like knives penetrating her heart and then it stopped. Her vision was changing, starting at her pupil then making its way to her irises. She dropped the needle, the glass shattering on contact to the ground. She felt pain on the crown of her head as hair started to grow like vines. It felt like she was gaining a fever as she got more and more hotter, the heat getting almost unbearable. then.. she started hitting the walls for a minute and thirty seconds, destroying them with ease. once she calmed down, she decided to see what the liquid did to her. Going to a nearby lake, she knelt down and gasped upon seeing her reflection.

Her once fair skin turned a beautiful shade of porcelain white. Her hair that was burned off was long and looked healthy and was a shade of black-blue. Her eyes that were the color of sapphire were now the color of deep yet rich emeralds with a few flecks of warm yet radiant gold close to her pupil, her sclera now a off-white color. She stood up slowly, looking at her mask. She smirked, before leaving. Primrose knew her sister had seen her due to the liquid hate she had just injected into her body a few minutes prior. She caught up to Jane as she was leaning into a nearby street pole.

"Hi, Primrose."

"Jane."

"I see the liquid hate did absolute wonders for you."

"Indeed."

"You coming, little sister?" A bloodthirsty grin settled on her restored face.

"I would not miss this for the world, big sister~"

That was the night that Primrose died and in her place was the new government assassin, La femme blanche, also known as the white widow and La helada Blanca. She was not going to let Jeff the killer get away for what he has done to her, Jane, and the poor victims he viciously slaughtered many times.. and she would personally make sure of that.