Today was the day....we killed mo- Creatrix...she may of made us all but she was no way our mother. Her corruption so clear yet we all were to blinded by devoted love that we didn't open our eyes wide enough...I didn't see it....Sin....was right...that makes me so angry to know she knew what was going to happen and yet I shunned her because for my love for mo- Creatrix was so strong. I hate Creatrix. I hate Sin. I hate myself....for what I did to her lifeless body....why am I so easily corrupted?
Packing her bag with great care and thought as to what to take, clothes, extra shoes, toiletries even her teddy bear called Doc, she would also talk to her teddy bear in her sadness if she didn't want to talk to the others...about Sin, she even made a doctor's coat as if he were a counselor and at times it helped her a lot though a part of her knew the others were wary of her presence, her fragile mentality besides her amazing knowledge of the world and its many discoveries and her gift she was still a child, but Sin...she was far from a child only the shell of Rayne's body portrayed her as one but she was older, meaner, harsher...greedy. Sin is all that Rayne is not but yet still has a presence even in her absence, it is almost unnerving.
As she finished, she was still silent, unusual for Rayne. She was not crying, not pouting. She was turned away from Solomon as she zipped up her bag then she'd pop it on the ground then just stand the gazing into her wardrobe, her face cold and distant. Then as Asur came running in now happy exclaiming they were not going to starve, he threw money to her and without looking she caught it, mute then as he hurried away she dropped it like some meaningless object and looked to the door with a wicked grin then she looked back at the money and bent to it and picked it up. ''This looks like a lot....best...keep it.'' She'd mumbled to herself in a mischievous voice. She'd then slip it into on of her bag's pockets then replaced the grin to a cold face once more.
She'd the walk into the room where Creatrix's limp carcass was, admiring the work Rayne had done, a wild power charged grin on her face appeared as she popped herself onto the bed and started to poke and prod the body as if a doctor would do in the morgue to find out what had happened to the unfortunate soul. She'd giggle as she watched her clean hands be caked in the slightly still warm blood. She'd then pop herself off the bed once more and groan. ''This damn body, so clumsy and unrefined. At least height is on my side.'' She'd grump under her breath before walking out the room into the hallway.
She'd then look at the plain hallway, the no pictures on the white wall and a frown appeared. ''So plain...so bland.'' She'd then started to make hand prints with her bloody hands, giggling like a child doing the worst thing they were ordered not to do for fun then she'd skip away her fingers gliding along the wall, the blood trailing behind then to a dried thinned halt as the blood ran out from the tips of her fingers. She'd then come across a mirror and grin as to her and mind readers and sort would see Rayne banging against the mirror from the inside in distress and tears. She'd simply bow to the mirror and run away until she came to room, walking in and grabbing her bag, running away, her hard soles form her shoes tapping against the wood loudly.....