All Lacie could see was the red. Her thoughts screamed 'kill'. Her switch blade was a blur and scarlet red stained the ground she was on. It was her anger and proctetiveness towards what was hers that fueled her actions. Lacie had never liked the screams and shriekes of those in pain, but right now it was absolutley thrilling. It made her grin from ear to ear, her eyes shining brightly as if she was having the time of her life, which she was. She was in bliss as she could finally lose control in the insanity that plagued her. She didn't have to keep herself in check. Lacie's laughter made those who surrounded her shake in absolute horror. "What was she," the thought, met by her blade before they could do anything else and collapsing to the ground.

Soon there was silence, Lacie stood alone, surrounded by lifeless bodies and puddles of dark red blood. Her smile showed bright sharp teeth. Her eyes gleamed with madness. And her blade dripped the life of those it had slain.

"She's mine," She said through clenched teeth. "And I don't like people touching what's mine."