My Curse? A Different Yandere in Every Reincarnation
Chapter 37: Flora’s Past

Chapter 37: Flora’s Past

"M-Master, that’s not what I meant...I w-wasn’t tryin’ to correct ya" I say to Shizune, my voice clearly nervous. She ain’t never questioned me much before, so why the change? And how’d she make me slip up like that? I seriously underestimated her.

"Flora, you...tell me the truth right now," Shizune orders, but I just stand there, tryin’ to figure a way outta this situation.

This makes me remember the past, 589 years ago I underestimated who I was up against, and paid the price for that.

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...

"Kyaaaa p-please don’t kill me!" A woman scrambles away, draggin’ herself on the floor ’cause she ain’t got no legs left to run. The place is covered in blood and brutally murdered bodies.

"W-Why are you doin’ this? Y-You’re a magical girl, p-please d-don’t kill me Miss F-Flora, I w-won’t tell nobody," the woman who can’t escape tries beggin’ for her life.

"Booooring," I say, rollin’ my eyes. It’s such a drag when they start beggin’ for their lives. It was fun at first, but it’s just gotten old.

"..." I use my magic to slash her throat with a dagger before she even knows what’s happenin’, killin’ her instantly.

"Why’s it all gettin’ so boring these days? I don’t get it..." No matter how many I kill, torture, or mutilate, it just ain’t as fun anymore.

I feel like somethin’s missin’, some emotion that got lost, makin’ it all so dull and monotonous.

"Guess I oughta stop for today, or it’ll start lookin’ suspicious..." Tons of murder cases are poppin’ up in the news, all violent deaths makin’ folks real scared, even got a curfew goin’ on.

Stickin’ around too long’ll get me found out, so I start flyin’ away, wonderin’ why it ain’t fun no more, what’s missin’ that made the thrill go away.

I’ve tried everythin’, but it’s still just plain boring.

"Did I...stop seein’ the fun in killin’? But...why? ’Cause I done it so many times? Killed so much it got old hat?" It’s basically the same ol’ thing torturin’ ’em, hearin’ their screams and cries, then killin’ ’em.

Don’t matter how I do it, it’s always the same.

"Tsk...the fun only lasted a few years..." I always got bored easy, with sports, friendships, activities anything I did, it’d be so perfect I’d get tired of it in a few months tops.

’Till I found the thrill of killin’..., but in the end, even that pleasure slowly faded, and in less than 3 years I caused over 50,000 deaths, then the boredom came back.

After repeatin’ it over 50,000 times, it just got tedious.

"Even bein’ a magical girl got boring what’s the point of havin’ so much power when the world’s like glass?" I hugged my mom and accidentally killed her, not knowin’ my own strength, but even that didn’t do nothin’ for me.

Just reinforced somethin’ real simple the world’s like glass, and I can smash anythin’ with ease.

"Well...there’s the other magical girls..." I mumble, thinkin’ ’bout my "allies" they’re like me, but totally different...

They got all this dumb morality about justice and blah blah blah. I even pretend to be like ’em, but I just don’t get it.

If they got the power, why waste it on regular folks? The gratitude of others never touched my heart that was just one of the boringest things ever.

"..." My phone rings, sayin’ my team called me.

’...Why so far away? Ugh, they can be so annoyin’.’ The area’s way outta town, prob’ly just some random crook. Still, gotta keep up appearances.

I fly there as fast as I can, checkin’ if any blood got on me from the killin’ earlier gotta be careful not to let the obvious show.

’I reek of blood...’ Though the smell don’t matter, me smellin’ like blood’s normal, with my family bein’ "butchers" gives me an excuse for the blood sometimes.

’Cause they can’t tell human blood from animal blood just by the smell, and what little they see.

Reachin’ the spot, I see the girls standin’ around.

"Girls, why y’all just standin’ here? Solved the problem already?"

’Tsk, made me waste my time I was plannin’ to kidnap at least two, three more people today.’

"Flora, we came here to talk about somethin’ serious," Iylierta says, lookin’ real stern.

"...And what would that be, Iylierta?" I hate how her name’s so weird to pronounce in my language makes me sound like a hick. Though I hate it when they call me snobbish for rubbin’ my wealth in folks’ faces.

Guess I got a lotta issues hate meaningless stuff, get bored easy with anythin’.

"Flora, we want you to please be honest with us."

"..."

’I see...guess it’s about time.’

"You know, Iylierta, telekinesis is really somethin’ incredible," I compliment her ability, which is active right now.

"Yes? Well, it is quite...!!! LUCIA, NOW!" Iylierta realizes I’ve noticed what they’re doin’, but before she can finish, I stop time.

"Haha, Iylierta, you fool did you really think you could beat my amazing magic with yours?" I look behind, where the matter’s reorganizin’ she was plannin’ to immobilize me, and the ground under my feet’s even got a light crystalizin’ goin’ on.

Not carin’ much, I walk up to Iylierta and start movin’ her jaw, makin’ it look like she’s talkin’.

"Lucia, Yulian, attack now!! Oh no, she’s too strong for me!"

"Pfff haha," they totally fell for my act.

"Too bad for you, Iylierta my magic ain’t just invisibility, I can also stop time," I tell ’em, sayin’ my magic was just invisibility and even showin’ how I used it.

But for some reason, I was blessed with talent, and thanks to that, I got two magics somethin’ never seen before.

Still, I never revealed the time manipulation, ’cause I didn’t want ’em gettin’ too suspicious.

"Iylierta, I wonder how you figured out I’m a killer thought I was actin’ real good, y’know? Won first place in an actin’ contest. ’Course, you ain’t stupid, so I shoulda known you’d be the first to figure it out."

I grab the materials I stashed in my dress from killin’ earlier.

"You know, I always wanted to torture you magical girls got incredible resistance and regeneration, so you’d make good toys."

"I was bored anyway, so let’s see how this turns out." I raise my favorite knife and strike Iylierta’s arm.

"...YOU BITCH, THAT WAS MY FAVORITE KNIFE!" I punch her in the face, breakin’ her nose my knife broke when I struck.

"...Looks like the resistance is a problem." I leave ’em there and fly back home quick to get my special tools for the situation. After an hour, I return the frozen world’s just as dull and lifeless as my life.

"Iylierta, you broke my favorite knife, so you’ll have the honor of bein’ the first to test my dear [Shark Teeth]." A serrated knife with such an edge it can even cut me.

Made special, the separated teeth are like ready to tear flesh.

I start makin’ deep cuts all over Iylierta’s arms the blood doesn’t flow ’cause of the frozen time, just leavin’ red gashes.

I grab the poisons I brought and force Lucia to drink different kinds, and with Yulia, I start stabbin’ her instead of sawin’, though not in vital spots.

"Oh yeah, I remember!!! There was a drug in our base, made by some nutcase that could actually kill us in a few days lucky I made y’all keep that!" I go get that drug and come back with three vials.

They were made in exactly four doses I break one and leave just three. I force them to drink ’em while I enjoy the frozen world, waitin’ a bit.

Far as I know, I ain’t got no limit on how long I can keep everything stopped, so I can take my time. Though I’d prefer hearin’ their screams, can’t risk it yet gotta weaken ’em first.

"Yulia, Yulia, Yulia, I always wanted to disfigure you for what you did in the past." It was so humiliatin’ though I admit I was a little arrogant, it still pisses me off. Some boy came to confess, and I thought it was to me, but it was to Yulia.

I felt so humiliated that day, and since then, I’ve wanted to disfigure that bitch.

"Reckon fire’ll work well." I grab the flamethrower I brought it was modified to make flames close to the sun’s surface, oughta be enough to burn Yulia’s face real good.

I soon attach the fuel tank, hummin’ cheerfully.

"Wonder how good their agonized screams’ll sound," I murmur excitedly. When time resumes, the pain they’ll feel’ll be unbearable. I start burnin’ Yulia ’til she’s good and toasted, but still alive.

"Guess that’s enough." I let time resume, but the unexpected happens I get slammed to the ground, while they start crystalizin’ me, and I hear a loud noise, like a structure risin’.

"!!!"

’I-Impossible!!’ They kept attackin’, ignorin’ the damage, just to trap me I never imagined they’d be willin’ to kill me.

I underestimated them way too much, their tenacity and willpower.

’C-Can’t die, I won’t accept this.’ I can’t stop time, the pain of bein’ crushed and crystalized prevents me from gettin’ the focus I need.

’G-Gotta survive...’ In desperation, I decide to abandon any hope of savin’ my body I stop the general functioning of my brain, as well as the ambient time around me.

This way, my brain’s saved, though it didn’t help my body. I was too desperate to think straight and could only save my consciousness.

Without my body, I’m doomed to "die" my body’ll lose its vital functions in a few days, and only my brain will remain alive. I lost ’cause I underestimated them.

Though my body won’t rot, since the ambient time’s stopped, the functions’ll still cease, so the body’ll die.