(This is part two of Malevolence, please sit back, and enjoy this work of literature)

     With the triggers pulled, chaos and harmony did not brew well together; mixed like oil and water. You couldn’t walk two steps without seeing rioters, propaganda, or worse; dead bodies. Everywhere you looked, you would see a blazing trail, and paths paved with gloom. The little girl stood on top of the clock tower and looked down at all the ruin that she and her family caused, their very own Gehenna, a place where the fallen can live; not in harmony, but in an abyss, burning with a bright blue. The average young one would be confuse, or be sad of what they did, but not her, she didn’t care, it was not her life she thought. With most people dead, it would be a bit lonely she thought to herself, with mother and father gone there would be nobody to take care of her. She wondered; why did the people not kill her? Were they stupid, or just forgiving? Her mind could not decrypt this puzzle, why was it that she wasn’t killed? She began to lose interest on these thoughts, dilemma like that wastes time.

    Years flew by, autumn, winter, spring, summer, the beauty of these seasons; failed to be seen by the remaining Leclair, in time, she, along with the rebellion grew and became older. Until she was at the age of thirteen, she didn’t understand the concepts of art, beauty, and morality. Intelligence was one thing she was, but considerate she wasn’t. Despite her obvious flaws, a few individuals grew found of her. A few bakers, a blacksmith, and oddly, a prison guard. They didn’t see her as a monster or a wretched Leclair, they saw her as a person, what others are oblivious to.

     The sounds of bells flooded the city, in the sky was a fiery ring of orange, and puffy clouds of pink. The girl stared at the sky, and for the first time, smiled. “Is this what beauty is?” she wondered. “Maybe I can finally understand.” She was so interested in the concept of beauty that she forgot what the bells meant; time for school.

     As she arrived onto the footsteps of the grand academy, also known simply as school for boys and girls of all ages, she heard an outbreak of whispers. “You… that… girl… Leclair… swine…” The usual she thought, it didn’t matter because it didn’t bother her, and it never did. The past is the past, what’s done cannot be undone, and that was her philosophy and way of understanding this perilous world that is her domain. Paying no attention to the constant ambient chatter, she made her way up the smooth rocky steps, and ahead of her was a cavernous hallway with arches every couple of meters. On each side of an arch are candles, they illuminated the halls with a bright yellowish light. Nothing special, it’s just a school.
She opened the door to a large room filled with children, boys and girls of various different ages. “Alouette Leclair, you are late, do you have anything to say for yourself, or are you just not ‘hardwired’ to understand the simplest concepts of human morality. Oh wait, you are, a Leclair, I see, so that is why, what a poor child you are.” The teacher said furiously. Alouette glared at the teacher with certain ferocity in her gaze, her eyes, while frightening, also had a tint of green in them. Her eyes were beautiful, but she did not know, the others around her were unsure whether she was beauty, or beast.

     The teacher backed away, his body pushed tightly against the wall. He made a sudden gulp, and began to sweat. Knowing he was stronger and older than her, he was still in terror. Even though the Leclair family was not physically strong, they had strong ties with the royal family, and their will was one that could not be denied. If you disrespected a Leclair, you were allowed to be murdered right on the spot, of course, Alouette did not kill, it was a waste of strength of time. She didn’t mind the disrespect from those younger than her, but she disliked it if it came from an adult. Her mind slipped, she wasn’t as cool and collected as before, now, she was irrational, murderous, and unruly. “I hate you with a passion teacher.” She said. The teacher then set his knees on the floor, and kneeled down. He began to beg for forgiveness, stating how sorry and idiotic he was for insulting the ever so great Leclair family. “You disgrace me!” Alouette roared. Hastily, Alouette walks forward and violently kicks the teacher in his mcnuggets groin. Wails of pain follow, and the blood seeps through his trousers, it now drips down onto the wood flooring where its crimson color glimmers like the sun in the sky.