Belladonna: The Angel Of Darkness
Chapter 1
You love a good horror story, I love to create horror and troublemaking. Now let me tell you a little story about me.
I was a bad girl once. But let's go back before that stuff ever began.
Friday, May 13, 1929.
San Francisco.
Lightning struck in the sky while thunder also struck.
The future house of David, Sasha and Charlie.
A brown whippet was in labor.
"Just hold on a little longer." said her friend, Lita.
"I don't know if I'm able."
"Don't say that." said Lita. "You are."
A trolley went down the road and another whippet, a boy whippet jumped off a ran inside.
A few moments after that.
The one whippet had her baby. It was a brown whippet baby girl.
"What do you wanna call her?" asked the dad.
"Isabelle." said the mother.
October 6th. Isabelle's eighth grade.
She had a black jacket and a spike collar on.
Isabelle wasn't paying attention to what her teacher was saying. She was sketching burning skulls, bones and pictures of the ones that bullied her, dead, on the ground and bleeding.
"Isabelle!" called her teacher.
"What?" asked Isabelle.
"Is that right?" asked her teacher.
"Whatever." said Isabelle.
"Excuse me?" asked the teacher.
"Is it not obvious that I'm doing what I want?" asked Isabelle.
"While you're in my classroom, you do what I say." said the teacher.
"No, they do." said Isabelle. "I do what I want."
The teacher came back to her desk and picked up one of the drawings.
"Put down my drawing or I'll cut you." said Isabelle.
"That's it!" said the teacher. "Go to the principle's office!"
"I can draw just as easy from there, bitch!" said Isabelle and obeyed, happily.
Girls' restroom.
Isabelle was in the restroom when she heard her peers, Janet and Makayla talking about her.
"Isabelle is such a snob." said Janet.
"I know!" said Makayla. "I wonder if she's here, listening."
"Who cares?" asked Janet.
Isabelle reached into her bra and pulled out a mask and got gloves out of her pocket.
"Yeah, and she wears that stupid Halloween costume to school every day." said Makayla.
Isabelle put on the mask, put on the gloves and attacked Janet and Makayla. She slammed Makayla's face into the mirror, busting it and killing her. Next, she slammed Janet's head in the sink probably twenty times before it fell. She took her mask and gloves off and threw them in the trash bin.
"Have a nice sleep, girls." said Isabelle.
She locked the door and jumped into the ceiling and crawled until she was over the kitchen.
She'd crawled in the ceiling for the two previous months, studying the actions of the cooks. They would normally stay there and reminisce about things in the past. But today, there were no sound. She moved a tile of the ceiling to the side. Next, she jumped down and looked around. No one was in sight. Then she spotted the chili and walked over to it. She pulled out another pair of gloves, put them on and pulled two little bottles of clear poison out of her bra. She took the lids off, put them in a zip-up pocket and dumped every drop of poison in the chili. She put the empty bottles in the same pocket, stirred the chili and climbed back into the ceiling and put the tile back.
After lunch, the entire school was dead.
Outside, in the bus.
The bus driver was listening to loud music and reading a comic book.
Isabelle sneeked in the back of the bus, then made her way up front, still wearing the gloves. She began choking the bus driver with the headphone cord. He took a few minutes before he finally passed away. She threw him on the floor and went back in the school office and dialed her house's number.
"Mommy, I feel kind of sick." Isabelle lied. "Can you pick me up? I'll be outside."
"I'll be down." said Mrs. Lewis, her mother.