Sweet Violence

"Do you honestly think all people of this world are evil? Harming them doesn't make you any better, if that's what you think. Cleansing them from the world only makes the world worse, not better."

He moved his right hand to her shoulder which she immediately pushed away then bit. "No one can touch me, it doesn't matter if they saved my life. No one touches me!" She said with anger and pain in her eyes as she winced. She had a abusive past, lined with lies, greed, and hurt. She didn't want anyone to touch her again.

"I know that you believe your actions are good, but they really aren't. Do you think you're avenging your parents doing this?"

"No, I'm emptying the world of trash. It's the only way anyone will ever be happy." She partly referred to herself within that comment. By ridding the world of people she'd be happy for once.

"And you harm the family of the people you kill. And as time goes on, more people are born. More evil and good people are born. You kill the evil people and the good people are hurt. Some good people became evil because the evil people were harmed. And the cycle continues. You alone cannot get rid of them all. And even if you could, the darkness of the world would only get worse. Your pain would only get worse. Your mind cannot comprehend this, but it is true."

"You act like I am some kind of hurting sissy who takes her anger out on the world trying to make it a better place. I want revenge! I want to hear people die, I want to be happy!" She said angrily, her leg in raging pain only putting her in a worse mood. If she could've cried she would've. Though it was physically impossible for her, she shook in pain. Her eyes wanting to cry but nothing would come.

She put her face on Berserker's chest, she didn't want to talk. She wanted to cry and crying was impossible for the girl. She looked miserable, she wasn't evil she was broken. She was a person who had nothing but bad in her life. There was nothing that could cure her, nothing that would make her happy other than killing.

Maura held onto Berserker, she shook as if crying. She wanted so much to feel better, she wanted to no longer deal with what she had to. She had no place to stay. Nobody cared for her, no body loved her, no body hugged her or dried her tears. She cried alone, all she had in life was her killing and Berserker. She held onto Berserker who looked at the boy angrily, he had made his owner cry. Berserker didn't attack seeing if he moved his owner the pain would surge more.

He only stood there staring at the boy with eyes fierce, if the boy so much as moved the gaze of the monster followed ever so fiercely.

"Maura. That is your name, right? My name is... Corona. Call me Corona."

She looked at him oddly, "Obiviously I'm Maura." She said annoyed, she winced again. Berserker eyed the man, he personally didn't trust him. He wanted Maura to stay away from him. But it seemed she didn't object yet, though how could she mutter a objection with the pain she was in. The girl whimpered as more pain shot up her leg, the wound leaked a little blood.

"Why do you want to talk to me? To make sure your stupid world is safe? Well it'll be safe for a month or two seeing how I broke a bone."

"You are my friend. Am I not allowed to talk to friends?"

"Oh yeah, you try to kill me and then we're friends? Don't tell me your like my dead nanny and plan on abusing me. Hmm? If I hadn't found Berserker I'd have been dead. But no you don't care about me you only care about your stupid world. Just like everyone else does." She looked at Berserker, she was ready to leave. She had enough of this, her leg was in more pain than ever and she had nothing to dull it. And no place to lay down.