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Originally Posted by ChronoGrl
She manages to grow up without a lot of psychiatric attention because her parents think that her acts are an expression of intellectual pursuit to understand the difference between life and death (remember when you were young and learned about mortality?). She cuts herself every now and again just to taste her own blood, but doesn't feel pain or horror. She is curious about suffering and cannot inflict it on herself (maybe she's masochistic).
Not much of a motive yet... Most "children's" motives are childish greed (in the Bad Seed it's the prestige of winning her class's medal)... Though I want to develop on that. I think that children as absolutely horrifying Big Bads as their sense of right and wrong our skewed and their reasoning is less emotionally developed than an adult.
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Sounds kinda like my favorite little girl
Penny Dreadful
(c) 2007
Penny was a little girl, no more than nine years old
But she had the devil in her; least that’s what I’m told.
The other girls all hated Penny, they teased her every day
Because dark clouds blacked out the sun when Penny came to play.
While the other girls drew ponies and rainbows on their books
Penny dreamt of guillotines and piercing flesh with hooks.
After school when all the kids would run to play outside
Penny slipped into her crypt to sharpen up her knives.
Her shelves were lined with remnants of experiments gone awry
Dogs and bats and toads and cats rearranged and left to die.
She flipped the switch, electrodes cracked and in walked Penny’s Mother
She shrieked “You cut that out right now! Untie your baby brother!”
In her cauldron Penny brewed a potion vile and green
And slipped it in the thermos of “Miss Perfect” Lizzy Dean.
Lizzy gagged and coughed and wheezed and then came something worse
Her hair turned white and all fell out as she ran crying to the nurse.
Penny was expelled from school and sent to see a shrink
They locked her in a rubber room and left her there to think.
And in that room her madness grew, she dreamt of blood and gore
Her nights were filled with witches, monsters, demons and much more.
She played it sweet and dressed in pink, the doctors all believed her
Penny returned the following day and hacked them with a cleaver.
Then to the school her fury turned and the classrooms all ran red
It took two dozen dentists to identify the dead.
Baby brother danced and spun as Penny dropped the blade
She couldn’t help but giggle at the mess his blood had made.
Father slipped into her grip and Penny’s cleaver dropped
And turning to her mother, whispered “Just one more, then I’ll stop.”
