Dance of the Psychopath (open~)

Mum! Mum, I'm home!

...

Mum..?

W-wh...What are you doing on the floor? Mum.

Mum wake up.

Come on..

....

This isn't funny anymore.

Mummy, please.

...

Why are...you bleeding..?

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Blood curdling screams jolted her into reality. Frantic pale grey irises flickered in horror, searching the room for some sign of life. Finding none, the girl fell back into the sea of sheets and pillows. The heavy panting slowed as seconds ticked by. Another nightmare. Number 4,001. Not that she was counting.

Buzz! Buzz!

She curled one of her trembling hands into a tight fist and brought it down with force onto the oak-wood alarm clock. It went silent in defeat, stopping its constant rattling. Celtic tossed off the covers. She was somewhat aware of the time- 6:32 PM. Couldn't be late for this job. The teen shuffled into her wood-floored bathroom. Did the usual; teeth, face, hair. Mirrors had such a way of presenting bitter truths. Deft fingers traced along the spider webs that was a result of her last nightmare. Sighing, she shuffled back into her room.

Celtic chose to wear form fitting clothes under her armor tonight instead of a loose tank and shorts. Easier to maneuver this way. With a tight black shorts and scandalous white tank, she began to put on her armor. With each piece set in place, she latched on her short swords, tied on her mask, and left the apartment. Vincent wouldn't be back for a few weeks; something about shaman studies.

Nonetheless, she made her way out into the city and checked for the quickest routes to the docs. A close contact of hers wanted her to meet with some detective posing as a human trafficker. She never got involved with the law, but this was her one exception.

Besides. Any excuse for killing was a good one.

Helia lazily looked around the small dank town. Her dad was here on a business trip and dragged her with him in order to watch her. Last time she was home alone when he got back the house was gone and construction had just started. Now she goes with him to every business trip no matter how much it costs him. She was swaying calmly to the beat of "Rise and Fall" by Krewella while looking around the town. Unlike most places this town was DEAD. Nobody was out and about and it was like ten at night. Helia couldn't comprehend the purpose of staying in....at least she didn't entirley understand. The buildings around her were very old and she thought they could break and collapse at any moment.

"This place is sooo not normal" she said as she looked around again this time with disgust.

Homeless people were packed in various alleys sleeping while rats and roaches crawled on and next to them. Every other block held a street corner that held various prostetutes in various costumes smokin thick cigars as they waited on their next victim. She was about to go home when she noticed a shadow moving behind her. When she stopped to see if it stopped she played it off as if she was looking at her phone. When she saw the shadow stop she smirked and pulled her hair into a ponytail as she began to walk again. This time she walked a little faster then cut into an empty alley when she was a good ways away. A man in a purple suit walked around the corner with a pimp strutt while sporting a cane topped with a gold rose for the handle.

10:17 PM

Her eyes studied the position of the moon once again. Maybe 10:15. Eh. The detective made his appearance earlier in the night. Went just as she suspected it to go, too; he tried to arrest her, she gave valid reasons to justify her actions. All of the people she killed were evil. Some of them meta's, some not. Others attempted to kill her or steal her powers. What was wrong with self-defense and the protection of others?

Course, the detective didn't take too kindly to such words... It ruins a man's moral. But trying to a bullet in the Kaia-Mai's head was not going to suddenly give him the golden crotch. Nope. Not at all. In fact, said detective should be floating in the ocean around this time. She wondered-

A flux of brittle energy sizzled through the chilly air. No one dared to peak out at ten at night, everyone slithered from the shadows around midnight. Better lighting, she supposed. However, this flux of energy, she could detect with her paranormal senses. It aided the teen in tracking down meta-humans. As she stood on the ledge of the building, her mask tilted to a young looking girl whose lips curled into a smirk. Some slug in a purple suit trailed not far behind, then they both moved into the shadows of an alleyway.

Celtic folded her arms over her armored chest. Out of all of her time here, never had the teen witness a smiling girl strut down an alleyway with a pimp in tow. Never. So she waited, oh-so-thankful for the enhanced hearing. If anything went awry, she'd be ready- her short swords previously tasted the blood of a prideful Creon, but this grinning Barney seemed to catch the preferred tastes of thw blades.

So Cell waited. Quiet, above the scene and out of sight, but she waited.

"Hey baby lemme get a piece of that." The pimp said as he walked with a strut towards her.

Helia backed away slowly so not to cause suspision. The man held out his hand and smiled his teeth shining a bright gold. " I'd rather not." She said with a straight face as she dissapeared in the dark. She backed up against a wall sure the man would take the bait. And he did stepping into the darkness and pressing against the wall right in front of her. He made an attempt to brush her hair out of her face like he really cared to see it and she bit his neck causing blood to spurt out.

"wait i won't cath anything from your blood will I?" She said in a fearful tone as the pimp staggered backwards both in shock and in pain, then in almost an instant the back of his hand swung across Helia's face causing her head to twist and part of her hair to fly in front of her face.

"You gonna learn how to respect a man you bitch!!!!" He yelled in rage as he walked into her face again this time he forced her to look his way so he could see her eyes.

She looked at him with a blank face as she replayed what just happened in her head then she smiled softly.

"If i sing for you will that make it all better, My dad says i have a beautiful voice." She said softly trying to act like she was about to cry and that she was scared. The pimp fell for it and smiled nodding approvingly backing up to give her distance.

When he let her go her face turned again and she began to sing. The song she didn't even know, the song she never knew, all she did know is that if she sung the song right her blanket to shield her from the nightmares would appear so she sang. The harmony in her voice was like an operah singer and for a second the pimp was in awe until she stopped abruptly on the last chord. Her smile twisted into one of pure evil and anger mixed together. A in human low boom sound slowly whent off as a fog rolled in from thin air and covered her. The pimp began to run but the fog passed his feet and grabbed him. When the girl came out of the fog she was in a her costume.

"I think," she was now creeping up on the man as she pulled out a kitchen knife," That it's time," she was inches from his face stradiling his body as the fog forced him to lie still on the ground against his will," You learned some manners."

Helia raised her hand which had the knife in it began to graze his skin. At first the cuts were small barely even visible against his dark skin but as she remembered the slap they got deeper, as the pain in her cheek made itself noticeable they got deeper, And as he screamed with all his heart, They got deeper. She was smiling as she heard his screams but then she got this weird feeling like she was being watched. She looked around but just shrugged it off then she jumped from wall to wall until she got onto the roof, the moonlight bathed her as the fog began to follow her glistening like a silk robe as they jumped from roof to roof searching for something else to do.