KEPT INSIDE A CAGE BECAUSE THE POWER TOO REAL . . .Death. Destruction. Over 100 case files from different police stations littered her bedroom floor, spread out with their gruesomeness on display for her to see. Hope remembered almost NONE of them until the files were in her hand. It was like some fucked up recap. Images & sounds of the dead come flooding back to her with each file that she opens. The sounds of her victims begging for their lives were cut short by the sound of their heads being removed from their bodies or stakes through the heart & blood being used to write HK with a playing card next to their body.
Golden eyes flash between each file of a human, who had a smiling image of each victim, likely taken by friends or family. Under each happy photo peeked out the destruction that Hope had left behind in the wake of her stint without humanity. A knock on her bedroom door had Hope croaking out the words COME IN. The person she saw was a relief; it was just Torunn ( @torxnn ).
There was no time to clean up the mess that had been made to hide what Hope had been looking at & Hope was too tired to even hide the tears that rolled down her cheeks. (When did that start? She doesn't even remember.) A shaky breath comes before the words, ❝I'm a monster.❞ Hope tells the blonde standing in a pile of her own destruction.
The tribrid looked like she hadn't showered in days, her hair was greasy & knotted, but thrown into a messy bun. Her clothes were wrinkled with a single stain of blood on the front of an old SALVATORE SCHOOL sweat set that she rarely ever wore, given that she had mixed feelings on the place. There was a can of soda sitting on the bedside table without a coaster, which was a huge no on old antique furniture. The only thing that was ok was that there was fresh water & food in Valkyrie's food dishes in Hope's room.
