from the path in a kind of forest, and along this path a little girl was hopping around eating ice cream, a little girl with purple hair and a cute face.

The woman smiled, a twisted one-sided grin, as her eyes lit up in terrifying pleasure.

"Who cares?"



As Bra hopped along, she suddenly felt a steel grip on her arm. Before she could do anything, she was torn from the path. Bra opened her mouth as she planned to do two things. First, she would scream, and then she would stick her foot in whoever grabbed her. Then she saw her and Bra's scream died in her throat. Her ice cream fell from suddenly numb fingers as she looked at the woman in utter terror.

The woman smiled, but there was something about the smile, something so cruel and corrupt and angry that Bra couldn't do anything. She felt warmth as she turned on.

"Hello, little girl."



Bras screams knocked the sleep out of Bulma's head like a hammer. "BRA!" She shouted herself as she jumped to her feet, but she had only started to take a step when her feet caught in the lanyard of her purse and she fell.Leaving the purse behind, she grabbed the earth to get to her feet, tearing tufts of lawn and more than half of her more manicured nails. Despite her high heels, she would have put any Olympic runner in shame as she sprinted through the park into the woods where the screams came from, her mind burning with thoughts. * Oh God, why did I leave her alone, oh, Kami, Kami, it's my fault, let her be okay, oh, Kami, Dende, please, please, please ... *



The screams had stopped when Bulma broke through the forest. She didn't know where to look, but when she saw other people gathered around a point, she went there.

Then she saw the blood on the floor and her pace slowed like her heart as her temperature dropped to zero.

"Bra?" Said Bulma in a low, high-pitched voice that sounded more like a mouse than a human.

The crowd parted and a man stepped backwards, his hands in front of him as if to hold something away from him.

"Oh God ... oh Jesus ... oh Jesus, God ..." he stammered in horror as he backed away. Bulma took advantage of breaking through the crowd to see what the man had seen.

Her eyes fixed.

And the forest trembled with new screams. This time it was Bulmas.



Some time later the group of onlookers had swallowed hard when the police and the ambulance riddled everyone, the police questioned people and tried to find out how something like this could have happened on such a spring morning.

No one noticed the sudden bright light emitted from another forest, no one heard the same crackle that had come from the same forest they had been staring into an hour ago, and no one saw the figure stepping out of the forest.

This man wore black, a black so deep that it looked as if he had snatched it from the night and was now carrying it on his back. His hair was the same black.He was a tall man, over 150 pounds, all muscle. He had a handsome face that was marred by only one thing. A square scar ran down his face, cut across his right eye and then back towards his right temple to get the letter V. Nobody recognized the strange clothes, or its purposeful course, in truth nobody noticed him until he caught a random passerby and even then only the passerby noticed him.

"What happened? What is happening here?" Asked the man in black.

The man in black had caught a teenager who was about to grow into adulthood. His face was marked with the remnants of acne, and the shirt he was wearing was so old that the man nearly tore it with his gentle (for him) grip. The boy's face suddenly showed fear, but it disappeared. Despite his strange appearance, the man did not appear angry.
"Oh god, haven't you heard it? It's all over the park ..."

"JUST TELL ME!" Yelled the man in black, shaking the boy.

"Oh god ... some ... madman trapped a little girl in the forest ... he tore her to pieces ... god it was like an attack by a wild animal ... and it would be like that but ... the killer ... he ... "

"He ...? What did" he "do?" Asked the man in black in fear.

"He ... took her ... heart ..."

The man in black quietly let the boy go, and frightened by his behavior, the boy fled respectfully but quickly. Again nobody noticed the man when he disappeared, almost in shock.

And over the sounds of the scene no one heard or saw him raise his head to the sky and scream.

"AGONY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! "



And elsewhere, far away, the woman with the eyes of a demon known as Agony sat on a stone, covered with blood that was not hers, and loved it.

"Little girls," she hummed to herself in a state of complete delight. "So pure, so innocent ..."

Slowly Agony Bras raised her heart to her face and took a large bite, indulging in the organ as if it were the tastiest apple. She chewed and swallowed slowly, a smile on her face.

"So cute."