~Noelle~
When I said I was going to kill my own mother, I expected some type of feeling to show up. To remind me that violence is never the answer, but as Dante wrapped a bandage over my cracked fist, I realized that the feeling never arrived. Instead, I had broken my mother's ribs. Smashed in the side of her jaw and I didn't get to ask her another question because Shepherd fell asleep.
So there was no one to stop me. By the time Dante came rushing out, my mother had bled to death and the fractures from her skull pierced my fist. I would apologize, if I gave a shit. Thankfully, I don't. She did scream, which allowed me to shove my fist into her mouth. She did cry and plead, but that only led me to yelling at her with strange words.
Like 'where's sulia now?' 'where's your lover boy you toe sucking bitch!'
