The Life of Loralie

“Fear is the absence of knowledge. Of inferiority and the unknown. Everything we do here will be unknown to you until it happens. Fear will become your only friend” That’s what they said years ago. That fear would become my only friend. Well they weren’t wrong about the ‘only friend’ part but they were wrong of it being fear. “W-w-what?!?! W-who are you??” “I am.... what was the story again.... Aha! I am what you would consider to be Dr Jekyll. But always with a twist.” “And I am what you’d consider Hyde. You said fear would be my friend. Oh how truly wrong you are” The brunette teen was smirking with glee. Poised above the woman whose kept her locked away for years, the blade of the knife she held gleamed in the light. With one eye onyx and the other emerald, the teen grinned excitedly before slamming the blade into the woman’s body. She pierced the diaphragm first then the stomach, pelvis, kidneys, lungs but for her heart. The young teen cut a long deep incision above her heart, stuck her hand in then ripped it out.