Evil Mood Ring

A Story by Abishai100

A scarred American girl becomes a mind for stranger darkness and may offer us (all!) that view for what's evil's patients.

A tale about inventions in evil (or darkness).

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Jennifer was raped. She was young, bubbly, happy, and inquisitive, like any other darling-girl child of the American Homeland, living in the Orange-State with her uncle who left her with his 'buddy' (Olly) while he'd attend a baseball game, close to the batter-plate, worrying little Jenny would be in danger of getting hit by the ball. She didn't tell her uncle and let her angst develop in her heart, and she didn't tell her psychiatrist, and she didn't say anything on social media posting about her special fondness of little-girls with baby-dolls and medical/protective masks in her adult age (wow).

Jennifer was now (officially!) evil. She got herself a silencer-handgun and put on her harlequin mask and looked-up photos on social media traffic about femme-criminals faces and decided she'd become a 'deity' of such troublemakers, a female hell-doll, and that's what happened. She broke into homes, and she posted on social media about Frank Hohimer's The Home Invaders. Jennifer was as evil (at least certainly) as another American Homeland femme-badness face of darkness/leviathan (wow).

VICTIM: Why am I here, lady?
JENNY: Put on the mood-rings, b***h!
VICTIM: What's that mask...are you gonna take it off, lady?
JENNY: Look we met in a pub and you assumed I was gay and liked you.

VICTIM: It was a costume party, Happy Halloween, Jesus!

JENNY: Don't worry, I'm just burning your hands with acid; you'll endure, victim!

VICTIM: You're evil...flesh and bone (thanx).

JENNY: Facebook-like?

JOURNAL-NOTES: "I wear some mood-rings; some of my jewelry reminds me of those faceless victims; I got my upend of the triumph of the will, me thinks...sure I'm not IRA, but I know I'll inspire some weirdos to seek-out mentors (or become mentors!) of the accessibility of darkness (for evil's sake)...the science of Hell is the cinema-IQ for three fictional angels (for me, me thinks!)...no one will remember me (good)."