Rosary.Sword.Marianne

The rosary sword1

The sword didn't look like a sword, just like a rosary. The sword, which its creator had named Advocate Rose, just sat and waited for a chance to strike and kill. Silently waited, until the time was right...2

It was either kill or be killed. Not for the sword, for its prey.
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Marianne4

Marianne was a beautiful girl, with curly red hair. The only thing was, her eyes, too, were red. Everywhere she went people called her demon, or "Satan". Her eyes were SUPPOSED to be brown, but however genetic problems had turned her eyes to a bright, reflective red. As soon as people got to know her, what they said was always "you sure your a Christian?" and Marianne always nodded sweetly.5

Marianne was pure, that was for certain, but people were scared of her, thought she was a demon. And so when her dead Aunt River willed her a rosary before she, assumed by the police, committed suicide, Marianne felt elated. She thought the rosary was something to purify, something that would work as a blessing, not knowing the truth. She was just glad someone actually thought of her as a Christian. 6

And besides, the rosary was 20 carat gold plus all the beads were made of gold too, it had to be worth something. Not that she would sell it anytime soon. Not that she would EVER sell it, or give it to anybody, or... Wait, since when had she been so possessive?7

"Marianne!" her sister screamed. Ever since she had opened her eyes, Marianne had been practically a slave. Everyone had been happy, saying that Marianne was a demon who had been punished by God so she had to do chores, work, jobs, everything until she was forgiven. Until she died, anyway. And all that junk came just from the fact that her eyes were red.8

"Coming!" replied Marianne enthusiastically, and then sighed. She dashed down the stairs to Criaten's room, wondering what in the world she wanted her to do next. Lets just get it over with, she thought.9

"Marianne, please, please please... Go to hell, where you belong. Don't you realize that you are merely a burden to us? Marianne?" Criaten was saying. Marianne couldn't fulfill the request. She didn't want to. And besides... She couldn't. The rest of her body felt cold, felt numb. The rest of her body as in, every part except her hands. Being a Christian as she was, she rubbed the crucifix on her rosary. And for just a second, her crucifix glowed. And that was bad, because Criaten had noticed it.10

"What- THAT's what Auntie River willed YOU? Why, she gave me merely a notebook!"Criaten exclaimed as she examined her notebook. Something fell. It was a note, with a drawing of a sword in Marianne's hand. It was more like a picture, except there was no way Marianne was wearing that beautiful yet dangerous armor. Holding a 300 carat gold SWORD. You just had to face reality.11

Criaten frowned as she said, "Gimme the darn rosary." and snatched away the neck decoration from Marianne's neck. It started bleeding, although it was just a little. Something seemed strange to Marianne, the way the crucifix was now a bit tan instead of golden. How had it dulled already? Gold wasn't something that easily dulled. And then a flash, and the crucifix was no more. It was still a crucifix, but the bottom. It was shaved. Creased. Sharp. It was a mini knife. In the shape of a sword, but it was still colored in gold and gold only. Like a sword without a protection hat, a sword without a handle...12

"OWW!" Criaten yelped in pain. The knife had grown, cut one of her legs off.13

"What.. Are... You... DOING, DAMN IT!" Criaten gasped. "Call a hospital or something! You... be... glad my... parents... are... no... here... You... are...dead..."14

But by then the sword had returned to a rosary again.15

"What are we going to say, that a rosary has changed into a sword by magic and back? I DON'T THINK SO. Just die off, Criaten." whispered Marianne.16

Criaten flinched as she whispered, "This... It... Isn't like... You... You...Supposed...To...Be angel..."17

What was she talking about, Marianne thought. You are the one who calls me Devil, the most. Why am I now the angel? Or maybe Criaten was just hallucinating. Criaten Kinei just fainted, and Marianne got a sword, forced it into Criaten's palm. She then called the police. 18

When they came, she lied. She told the police that Criaten was trying to blackmail her, failed, and had, in stress, cut her leg off. And by the time the parents came, the doctors were there telling everybody that the knife somehow received poisonous contact in the air, a new kind of poison that know one knew about apparently, and the poison had killed. Killed Criaten. 19

Marianne cried sorrowfully, although she didn't feel anything. It was what had to be done, after all, Criaten dying. She was annoying, she was a brat, and she thought that she could order Marianne around like crap. And then she felt furious at her parents that had not done anything about that. And she was scheming to kill both of them.20

"No," a voice deep inside her ordered, and she could do nothing but listen. "You will not kill both of them. You will kill one of them TOMORROW, and of the pain of losing two people, the other one will naturally commit suicide."21

Where was that voice coming from, Marianne wondered. Well, it was worth a try. She murdered her father the same way she had killed Criaten, except this time it was on purpose. This time it was her that had given, yes given, him the rosary. And yet her mother did not commit suicide. She just decided to go on, find another man, adopt another daughter.22

Now Marianne was stressed out, but she fixed her composure without blinking. What would it do if she merely panicked pathetically?23

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The rosary sword25

It was time. Marianne had less willpower than most, making it easier for Advocate Rose to manipulate her, enter her mind. It was time to tell her, tell her all sorts of... Stuff... And she would win yet again. She always did.26

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The rosary sword28


"Marianne," spoke the sword. Marianne wasn't shocked. 29

"Oh, so you can talk." she whispered. "I knew you were special."30

That wasn't the reaction Advocate Rose was craving. Another weirdo, she thought. Another weird, genetically altered human being. She should have known, after seeing the eyes. The eyes of Redde. Her creator. But then again, Redde's enemy and Advocate Rose's childhood friend, Kindi, used to have red eyes too. She did too. Once. Before she became the Devil's toy, a thing to stay of boredom. And now, the Devil was becoming bored of her too. He would kill her. 31

"I'm Advocate Rose. Pleased to talk to you at last. And... Hold me..." sighed Advocate Rose. And Marianne did, curious to see what would come next. And then in a flick of the wind, her leg was cut off.32

"Poison?" grinned Marianne. Advocate Rose was shocked. It was just the way that Kindi had acted... Before she had accidentally killed her.33

"It's fine. I deserved it. In fact... I... Hope... I...Go...To...Hell....." smiled Marianne gently.34

Kindi...? You're back...?35

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Flashback37


"Kindi, seriously, your face looks really, really pale these days! What's wrong with you?" asked Ilana repetitively. It was the sixteenth time now, just counting today. And the today had only just begun... It was, indeed, morning. Redde, Ilana, and Kindi were three very good friends. But as Kindi had become paler by the day, the friendship changed too. It faded, and soon it would become nothingness.38

"Ilana wouldn't understand, neither would Redde. Especially not Redde, when she finds out I figured out what, or who, she really is. Satan's little sister, I mean, older sister. Hmmph, and I'm lucky she doesn't know I'm God. Who knew God would be female." Kindi muttered to herself, knowing no one could hear her.39

She just said, "nothing" audibly enough. Everyone knew she looked feeble, so why even bother?40

And then a day passed by, pretending not to know that something horrible was going to happen the next day. Pretending, pretending that nothing was going to happen and that nothing could change that...41

Noon. Exactly noon.42

"How could you!" screamed Redde. "You USED me! Satan does NOT get used. Neither does the puppeteer!" 43

"I knew it, you WERE the one manipulating Satan!" Kindi replied tensely.44

"What, dude, you think you can just walk away? I'm going to KILL you. Or better yet, you will become another one of my slaves. Imagine God becoming a slave to Satan!" Redde screamed. And Kindi looked at Ilana with a sorrowed glance and whispered,45

"like we practiced an hour ago, Ilana. Like we promised."46

Ilana didn't want to, but she had to. She really didn't want to, but otherwise Ilana would suffer so much. And there was a God-in-Waiting, so heaven's laws wouldn't matter... Too much.47

She couldn't, but her body moved on its own. The next thing she knew, Kindi was dead. Strangled by Ilana's hands.48

"It's fine. I deserved it. In fact... I... Hope... I...Go...To...Hell....." were Kindi's last words.49

Redde's face looked furious. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU." muttered Redde. "No, because you killed Kindi when I could easily have manipulated her, I'm going to make you kill others as well."50

And with a simple spell, Ilana was turned into a rosary, a rosary that was also a violent sword.51

"Now, ADVOCATE ROSE. Advocate, a sword of a devil. Devil's advocate. How charming is that? And I can't say Advocate Ilina, that is giving up too much. Now, after you kill 100 people, you will be human again. And the 100th person to die- will go to nothingness instead of heaven or hell." Redde grinned. She loved threatening people.52

And laughing, Redde had left her on the ground. 53

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"Marianne... You're the reincarnation of Kindi. And I killed you." moaned Ilina. "You are. aren't you..."55

And then poof, she was human again. Ilana felt pleasure, the kind where the wind caresses you and the oceans embrace you and the fire heals you, which she had not felt for a long time. But then she remembered Marianne.56

"Oh my god..." paused Ilana. "Oh my god. She can't even go to heaven! She... Has to go to nothingness..."57

Trying to see what she could do, she got out a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote down Kindi's name furiously, alternating it with Marianne, about a thousand times. And ten seconds later, she looked back at the writing.58

"Kindi? That's a great name. I should name my daughter that." she said. And then she looked at Marianne. "I used to have a friend called Marianne. She was... Um... Redde's friend? God? Oh god, I'm hallucinating."59

The end