the birth of a killer

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BEFORE YOU READ )

this chapter does have

some triggering topics

such as a car crashes,

drinking and driving,

blood, death, murder,

insanity & anxiety attacks

it's not that bad but

thought i should warn

you before reading!

okay thanks xx

"I'M SO PROUD OF YOU" , Emilia squealed, biting her lip. She quickly glanced at her little girl then back at the road.

Rue felt herself smiling, "Thanks, mama," she beamed, holding onto the baseball trophy in her hands. Ruth didn't have the tired bags under her eyes, or her cheeks didn't hurt from holding onto the fake smiles.

"Where do you want to celebrate?" Her mother asked, "The diner?" she wiggled her eyebrows. The diner was where the mother and daughter duo spent most of their time. Emilia owned it. She worked there most of the time. And after school Rue would show up, either helping her behind the counter or sitting at one of the booths, doing her homework.

"We can invite Ava, if you want," Emilia added, grinning as she watched the blush growing on her daughter's face.

Rue groaned, sinking in her seat, "No, I wanna spend time with you."

"Oh, alright," Her mom bashed, a smile still plastered on her face. "I really like Ava, she's nice."

"Yeah, she is," Rue sighed with a simper, looking out the window. Her fingers brushed over the glass before speaking again, "She's the only one who likes me."

Emilia gasped, "What do you mean, baby?" she poked at Rue's sides, knowing very well 5that she's ticklish. "I like you! No — I love you!"

Rue laughed, turning to her mom. "You know what I mean," she giggled, waving her hands away.

"Mama, everyone on the team hates me," she frowned. "Ava's the only one who even tries with me. And I really like her! I feel like it's out of pity."

"Oh, trust me, it's not,"

"How do you know?"

"Because of the look in her eye,"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"But what about everyone else?"

"Who cares about everyone else," Emilia scoffed, "it's about the people you care about," she poked Rue's chest. "Here's my word of advice," she started, and Rue looked at her.

"Don't be someone you're not, and if they don't like you for you, that's on them," she told her, "Ava's smart enough not to miss out on how cool you are."

Rue let out a breathy laugh, "okay,"

"I mean it!"

"I know you do!"

"Emilia huffed, "Besides, why would you want to be friends with them?" she asked, watching from the corner of her eye as Rue leaned forward to find a cassette. "They're so rude — if there's one thing to choose in this world, it should be kindness."

"Yeah, but we don't live in a fairytale," Rue leaned back, taking off her baseball cap and throwing it to the back seat as she glanced at the name of the song in her hands.

"We don't live in a world where everybody gets a Happy Ever After." she finished, moving forward and pushing the cassette on the radio.

Under Pressure by Queen began to play, both hers and her mother's favourite song.

Rue smiled as her mom began to sing along. Her eyes drifted down to her mother's left wrist, a 002 tattoo. Rue always wondered what it meant. Whenever she asked her mom about it, she told her, "I got it in my crazy teenage years," but never explained the meaning of it. Rue knew better not to keep asking her because whenever she does, she could see the pain in her mom's eyes.

Shaking the thought out of her head, she joined in. "It's the terror of knowing what this world is about!"

Emilia bopped her head along to the song, and Rue used the dashboard as a drum set. The two girls were having too much fun singing along, having a concert of their own for them to notice the car ahead of them coming way too fast. Rue heard it before she saw it. When she heard it, the whisper, the whisper in the back of her head, it was distant and sounded like a drunk.

"This is our last dance . . ."

Her eyes widened as she gasped, "Mom!" she screamed, her hand quickly moved to grip her mother's as the car hit them.

It was terrifying how fast things can go from fun to deadly. It was as if everything happened in slow motion. The car flew forward in the air, flipping around. Rue shut her eyes, ready to be launched off her seat, glass to hit her in the face, she was ready for the pain. She was ready for any broken leg or arm.

However, she opened them again when she felt nothing but air. Rue sucked in a breath. She watched as all the glass shards flew around her. Flying objects, rocks, anything that could hurt her, went around her. It was as if Rue was in a protective bubble.

Her hair flew around her head like a halo as she watched her bat fly out of the car's window, smashing it to pieces. Her trophy flew next to her head, past her and towards the back of the car.

"Mom," she whimpered, interlocking her hand with hers. Rue looked to her left to see if her mom also had a bubble but choked a sob as her mother had glass hitting throughout her beautiful face. Emilia smiled sadly at Rue, looking tired by the seconds. "It's gonna be okay, Rue," she heard the Whisper say, her mother's calm voice running through her head.

"this is our last dance. . ." the song repeated, mockingly.

Her eyes widened as blood started to trickle down her mother's nose. Rue looked down at their hands. She bit her lip as she watched as her mom's veins blacken, soon her own were darkening too, and a wave of strength grew in the pit of her stomach.

Emilia was looking weaker the longer they held hands, and soon enough, Rue saw their hands glowing, like a superhero in the comic books. It was like a solar flare, a Nebula, glowing between their interlocked hands.

Rue felt her body stiffen as she stared at her hand, but before she could comprehend what was happening, everything went back to its usual speed, and the car hit the ground, skidding on the pavement.

Metal being scratched burned in her ears until the car stopped. Rue felt the blood slowly start to rush to her face as she sat stuck to the seat upside down due to her wearing her seatbelt.

"This is ourselves . . . " the song continued to sing, distorted by the impact.

Her eyes fluttered as if she was checking to see if that had just happened. But once she saw a pool of blood rolling towards her, she knew it was real.

With shaky hands, she clicked off her seatbelt, crashing onto the roof of the car. She cried, and the sun proceeded to shine as if it were the best day ever.

Rue didn't even care if she was hurt because the first thing she looked for was her mother. "Mama — " she turned her head towards the driver's seat to find her mother lying on the car roof. Her mother's beautiful green eyes were dazed and staring off at nothing.

"Mom — " Rue choked out, crawling towards her. Her hands shook as she cupped her mother's face. Emilia looked dead before she died. She was pale, and blood rolled from her ears, nose and eyes. There was no longer the smile Rue has seen every day of her life.

Emilia had cuts and scrapes, and her shoulder was misplaced. But what frightened Rue the most was how her silver baseball trophy had impaled the woman's side.

"Under pressure . . . " The song slowly started to come to an end.

Rue's vision went blurry as she took in the sight before her. No, it couldn't be true. Sobbing, she leaned down to rest her ear on Emilia's chest, wanting hope. She wanted to hear at least a heartbeat that would give her hope. Maybe a breath.

"Mama, come on, talk to me," she wiped off as much blood as she could. Her fingers brushed softly over her mother's cheek, clearing off a tear of red. She was still warm but felt so cold.

"under pressure . . . "

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, tears continuously ruching down her cheeks when her mother didn't move. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't — I'm sorry I couldn't save you, mommy. I'm sorry I couldn't — "

"Mommy, please don't go," Rue cried when the woman laid limp in her arms. "Please, I'm sorry."

Rue's eyes drifted away to her hands, where she saw glowing rays around her fingers then fading away. She felt her heart pound, then realizing she didn't have a single scratch on her. Her eyes filled with confusion while tears still spilled. She looked at her hand again, finding it was back to normal. No, she must've hit her head, she's seeing things.

"Oh — oh, oh, fuck!" a voice yelled, followed by footsteps on the concrete running her way.

Rue sniffled as the man looked into the car through the shattered window, his eyes glanced from the woman's body to the girl next to it. He hiccupped and burped before rushing to help her out of the wrecked car. The sound of glass shifting around and her heavy breaths filled the air.

"Shit, kid," he laughed, "Man, I'm so fucking sorry. I already called for help, though,"

Rue stared at the car, where she could still see her mother's body. How could this happen? How could Rue let this happen?

It took every bit in her not to scream in agony. It took every bit in her not to fall on her knees like a stupid drama scene. But she could help it, oh how she wanted to kick and cry like a child. Because that's what she was, a child.

"You," Rue stammered, slowly turning towards the drunk. "You — you,"

"Me?" he pointed at himself.

"You hit us!" she cried, tears spilling again. She squinted at the sun, wiping the tears off her face. Rue looked up at the man, and her lips quivered as she thought of every way to hurt him, hurt him the way he hurt her, the way he hurt Emilia, her mom, the only person who loved her.

"You killed her!" she cried, pointing a bloody finger at him. She looked crazy. She knew she did. She was covered in dirt and blood, crying and screaming at a man. "You murderer!"

"No way," he slurred, swaying in his spot. "T'was an accident, sweetie."

Rue shook in anger, gasping as he tapped her nose.

"Hey, do me a favour," he grinned, leaning closer to Rue, and he eventually used her as an armrest. "Don't tell the cops I'm drunk, yeah?"

Rue felt her blood rush and angry tears filled her sight. All the anger she held in from kids mocking her in practice, her not being good enough for a friend, her now-dead mother, bursting up into flames as she screamed in pain, the pain from losing a loved one. A scream ripped from the back of her throat.

Her mother was gone, and the fucking man who killed her was asking not to tell? She screamed, pushing the man off her, Rue kicked around in the air, throwing a tantrum like a child.

"Hey — calm down — "

"DON'T — !" Rue wailed, stepping closer to the drunk as he stumbled back. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE. I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU."

Rue couldn't help but realize that she no longer had a mother as she saw the destroyed car from the corner of her green eyes. No more mom kisses goodnight, no more mother hugs when she feels down, no more mom. No more love. Because no love is the same as the love you get from your mother.

The man gasped, glancing from Rue to behind her, "You're fucking crazy!"

"SON OF A BITCH, I'LL FUCKING GUT YOU IF I HAVE TO. I'LL RIP YOU APART."

Large parts of metal tore off from the wrecked car, floating in the air behind Rue as she yelled, her face turning red in anger. "YOU HEAR ME?" The pieces of metal bent and twisted until they froze in mid-air as giant sharp knives. Unbeknownst to Rue, her fiss began to glow a yellow blue hue, her hair rising behind her like she was in zero gravity. "DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?"

The man didn't have the chance to answer as the knife-like metal had attacked him. They flew past Rue impaling his neck, stomach, and chest.

Rue gasped, and stepped away as he fell back. She had stopped glowing and her mouth went dry. She cried again, slowly dropping to her knees as she watched the man choke over his own blood, taking his last breaths.

Her shaky hand moved up to cover her mouth. That was when she felt the blood rolling down her nose. She wiped it away, not being able to think much about it as she stared at the man who was dying before her.

Pulling at her hair, she wondered what just happened. What happened? What the fuck happened?

Rue choked on her sobs and cried on the road. She felt it become harder for her to breathe as if she was being closed into a small space. Rue tucked her knees to her chest, hyperventilating. She felt her whole body shake as sirens started to ring in her ears.

That was the day Rue Newby lost her innocence. That was the day she stopped being a child. That was the first day Rue Newby had killed.

Now that she thought about it, maybe she did deserve the pain. She was a monster after all.

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me writing rue

going crazy like:

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mike better not piss

her off or he won't live

to see el.