pk . Tempest Ryder . FINISHED

{ Skies are crying, I am watching }

"I didn't do it! I am innocent! I swear!"

The body was at her feet, her fingers dipped in his blood, scarlet liquid running down her pure white dress, soaking into the material. It would stain. Its all that she thinks as she steps closer to the girl, her shiny leather boots ever so careful avoiding the drops of life. "You didn't do it?" Her voice is laced with boredom, her hand finding a home on her hip as she raises an eye brow at the distraught girl. "Of course you didn't do it. What must us crazy people be thinking." Her eyes blink ever so slowly, forcefully stopping them from rolling into the back of her head. How dumb did this girl think we were? We had been following her for months now, always one step behind her. But not this time, this time we had her in our web, our fangs ready to strike.

"Yes! Yes I didn't do it," She chimes, her face flushing with relief as she reaches for the peacekeeper with bloodied fingers, "I am so-" her words are cut off into a scream as the peacekeeper grips the girls fingers tightly, forcing them in the wrong direction. There is a loud crack and the screaming intesifies, followed by the womans sobs. The peacekeeper shows no sign of remorse as she squats down beside the fallen woman who clutches her broken fingers- they had broken so easily, like china so easily broken. 

Her eyes flash with anger, her words laced with poison, "Dont ever try and touch me again, you son of a bitch." She grabs the woman's face with her hands, squeezing her pale cheeks so tightly that when she released they left marks burned into her skin. "And there is this thing called sarcasm. Yeah, thats something your gonna want to learn before you rot away in the detention center."  Her eyes burn into the woman for another few moments before she climbs to her feet once again, pulling her shoulders back she nods her head in the womans direction, sweeping her hands over her leather jacket, "Clean this mess up." She orders before swiftly turning to leave the room, the womans sobs following her every footstep. 

{ credit to: zoë }

{ As the smoke clears, I awaken }

At the age of twelve she left home, brainwashed by the cult known as the Tripple X. The cult focused its attention on young women, conning and brainwashing them into believing that men were disgusting. That men were creatures of the devil, demons in skin. We were told to stay away from all men, even the ones that we had grown to love and to care about, even family. They tol us that if we were to see them again that we would be banished and never allowed to return, and that frightened us because we had grown to depend on these people. They gave us a home, food and a thing to believe in. They gave us faith and hope and isolated us from the world. 

It wasn't until she reached the age of seventeen in which she escaped. She ran from them, wanting to face these demons in her families skin. She had planned to kill her brother not allowing him to live in the skin of a demon but when she was confronted with him she realized that these people were wrong, that all these lies she had been feed for her whole life was just a bunch of bullshit. 

You see when her brother first saw her he sobbed, tears of joy leaking from his clear blue eyes has he held her tightly, crying over and over again that he was so glad that she wasn't dead, so glad that she was alive, that she had come home and she told herself that there was no way he could be a demon- after all she was told that they were harsh, cruel and they had no evidence of emotion- but this boy had cried for her, tears of real emotion. 

And she realised that her whole life had been a lie.

So she left.


Thought that nothing would ever come of it if they never saw her again.

But she was wrong- but they let her be, well that was until she fell pregnant.

That when they reappeared, vowing that the infant would die as punishment for absence. 

And that they did. They took her life, killing her as Tee watched, screaming as four of them held her back.

{ credit to: zoë }

{ All my windows still are broken
But I'm standing on my feet }

Her life changed when they killed her daughter. She joined the peacekeeper, quickly rising through the ranks, her skill, her passion and her need o destroy the people that destroyed her making her a perfect peacekeeper. She lacked emotion, she lacked love, she lacked sympathy making her the perfect little soldier.  She was tasked with many solo missions, always returning with the approval of her superiors- she never failed, she never allowed herself to fail because she had one mission that out weighed them all.

She would become a detective, she would them seek out each and everyone of the people that had held her back from her daughter and she would not kill them, no, she would frame them, make them out to be vicious killers, leaving a trail of bodies and mutilations and she would then capture them. And then they would rot. They would rot in the detention center because death was to good for them and she anted them to hurt and they would hurt. They would cry and they would beg her for the suffering to end... 

She would not rest until all six of them were nothing but rotting carcasses in dungeons. She would not rest until they all paid for taking away what was most precious to her.

{ credit to: zoë }