I lunged at my mother, brandishing the knife that had served me well the night before. My mother only gazed back at me in horror as she witnessed her daughter becoming a monster. " (y/n), baby, sweetheart, what on earth are you doing?! Put that knife down this instant!" Her words only fell on deaf ears. This was a long time coming, the years of my father's ignorance, her vulgar ways. Hell, I may not even be a legitimate child for all I know. All the suffering she has caused... I giggled at the fact that she thought I was a monster, rather she was. I watched her growing more frightened with each little action. She began to retreat into the living room, but I was hot on her heels, closing the gap between us. I twirled the knife between my hands, the tip on my index finger, and the handle nestled in my other palm. "Oh mommy dearest, don't you see? You did this all on your own. You hurt me for years and played with me for years but I begged for mercy, for you to stop all this. To stop the men you'd bring in from trying to touch me while you slept. But, no, instead you wait until I'm ripe for the picking and offer me to your sick "friend". You may lack mercy, but I don't. I will give you mercy Mother, I will give you the mercy you never gave me." I said so calm and composed she became unnerved. She tried to run but the attempt fell as she tripped and hit the ground. I sighed and leaned over to slice her acels tendon in both of her ankles making it impossible for her to do anything but crawl.  I straddled over, listening to her cries and pleas as grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Mom, in light of what you've done, I will not torture you. I will make this quick." I looked into her eyes, the ones much like my own, for the last time. I hesitated only for a moment then slit her throat. I sighed climbing off of my now deceased mother and fell back against the wall, letting the bloodied knife clink on the hard floor at my side. I sat there, thinking about how fucked up this entire year has been, raking my bloodied hands through my hair as Lui came into the murder scene. He just stood there, no comments or disgusted looks, just offered a hand by silently helping me clean the scene. I clicked on the television just to create background noise to break the deafening, dark, silence. I dropped the remote immediately, regretting turning on the device. Jane's home sat in full view, engulfed in a roaring flame. I didn't even bother turning the tv off as I bolted out the door and down the street.