Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27693519-20160202163854

Backstory

Vanessa Olliston was a typical college student that had a wild heart. She blames it on her “zodiac personality,” being typically “Leo’s” can’t stop what they want or their impulsive desires. Love, or should I say lust, was her distraction from her anxiety and psychological disturbances. Her mind worked differently than others, she couldn’t explain it. Everyone claims they have a “sixth sense,” but she truly believed she did. Vanessa wasn’t psychic by all means, but she knew when something bad was about to happen. When she got these feelings, they followed through. The problem was, when she felt this gut wrenching sensation, she didn’t know exactly what it was going to be.

Now you think that the woman is supposedly the heartbreakers, well, not in this case. Due to her impulsive desires she would jump from crush to crush. Vanessa always gave it her all, no matter what. Her whole heart. But they never worked out. They would always get bored of her suddenly, and cut off all ties without notice. Or they would find someone “better.” She became sick of being used, and broken. She began to feel worthless. She started to believe that she was only good enough for a temporarily friend; never good enough to keep. She hated men. She lost all respect for them.

             One night, Vanessa took too much. She couldn’t take it anymore. She ran outside in the pouring rain; kept running until her legs became tired. The woods were a great place for silence and isolation. The same place to many escapes of Vanessa for solitude. As she sobbed, and punched the wet ground, hitting rocks, leaves, sticks, and all. She started clawing at the disturbed ground, clawing at falling bark; she moved to her chest. The deep weight she felt in her chest every fucking day. Vanessa had enough pain. She clawed, and dug until she reached her heart. Her beating, broken heart. She grabbed it out of anger, and tore it out of her own chest. Now sitting against a stump, letting the falling raindrops from the tree leaves above fall on her face, her focus on the still beating heart in her hand. A release of tension washed over her body. She no longer felt the pain, the millions of heartbreaks. She could finally be free.

             She reached for a slightly buried jar left in the woods by litters’. Vanessa allowed the pouring rain to fill the jar nearly full. She then placed her heart into that jar, and sat there for a moment before returning to her home.

             Little did she know, she had viewers. Every time she escaped to this place in the woods, every cry of pain against that stump, was watched. The tall, slim, well-dressed male hid in the horizon, in the shadows of the trees; observing her pain. His normal instinct would be to attack, to kill. Not her. She was now one of them. One with a dark past that turned each of them twisted. Wonderfully twisted.

             The “sixth sense” of hers moved from predicting bad occurrences from sensing who was a heartbreaker, who was a bad person. She sensed the ones that needed to be punished in her eyes. Her empty chest told her which ones to go after.

             From her spiteful ways towards men, and her strong desire of revenge; she has gained the name: The Vixen.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">I am Vanessa Olliston.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Serial Killings

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">             It wasn’t long before she felt vengeful. Vanessa wanted all those assholes to feel as bad as they made her. She stitched up her chest, and covered it momentarily so they won’t know what was coming to them. She searched for every heartbreaker that crumbled her past. She would seduce them as if nothing had happened in the past. She got good at it. She lured them back to her place, until she had them trapped. Vanessa felt the sadist in her grow. She slowly but happily tortured each man that broke her heart. She used any tool she had in her possession. Barbed wire was her favorite to bind the men. After having her fun, she finishes them off by ripping out their hearts. She saves the hearts as trophies in jars. Jars lined up on her shelves in a locked compartment. Her heart sitting in the center of them all, still beating.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">             After a while, Vanessa had successfully accomplished her revenge. She completed each and every man that had torn her dignity away. But she was still hungry for more. She enjoyed what she was doing. She now searches for any man or woman who dare breaks an innocent heart.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Appearance

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">             Vanessa blends in with the crowd to not be seen, but needs a little seductive measures. She wears the purple and gray raglan shirt she wore the night she ripped her own heart out; still blood stained. The shirt is paired together with black shorts and sheer tights. Finished with her daily converse. She doesn’t go anywhere without her converse.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">             Her chest, of course, shows the stitching and bruising from her handy work. Her hair has turned almost white, but still blond from being anxious all these years. A reddish purple tint runs through her hair, from all her trophies. Her pupils have turned into an “X” formation, believed to “X” out her next victim.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Weapons

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">             When she isn’t in her room with all her chains, barbed wire, anything really; Vanessa carries around her favorite use of getting information: a baseball bat. She also has a special set of rings, sort of like brass knuckles, except blades are at the end.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Other

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">             After all her doings, she couldn’t stay at her current place of residence. They would find her. They know what she has done, what she needs to own up to. Vanessa quickly packs up her few belongings, her “torture toys”, her hearts, and few clothing items into two small bags. She takes off to the woods where she plans to make her new home. Vanessa finds a small hole near that very same stump, and gets comfortable; using her bags as pillows. She kept her rings on in case of danger. It was the middle of the night when one of her bags started to stir. Just before attacking, a calming form was slowing picking up her bag. The view of a yellow hoodie stepped on her ring to keep her from attacking. It didn’t take her long to realize he was there to help. Him and three others.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">             A white masked figure picked up her other bag, and another with goggles and a mask over his mouth held out his hand to help Vanessa up. There was no feeling of dread from her. She felt safe. Vanessa cooperated with the trio and soon saw the tall, slim figure in the horizon watching the four. He gave a welcoming gesture to reassure she was going to be ok. She was brought back to a house, deep in the woods. A house, which was the home to many others just like her.

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