Emma stumbled over the papers in her room, rushing over to her desk, it was her 15th birthday, and she already felt terrible. Month due papers for an assignment sat on her desk, scattered with the hint of a musty smell of rotting food. She gave a sigh, pulling the papers up from the desk, holding them by her chest. She breathed in walking towards the door before she fell backwards, her dad pulling into the room.
"Your principal called today, reporting that the teacher Ms. Turner said your papers were late again." He growled, pushing her onto the ground.
"It's not my fault... Snickers doesn't like her...." Emma muttered, looking over to her bed where the yellow bunny sat on. She crawled over to it before her dad stomped his foot onto the ground, causing the floor to shake.
"Stop acting stupid, Emma." her father hissed, taking the bunny rabbit before she could reach it.
She screamed, twisting back and forth, trying to get the toy out from his grip.
"You're acting stupid, you little brat. It's a toy. You're fifteen; leave it the hell alone." he hissed, kicking Emma backwards.
Emma screamed, yelping in pain as she hit the small light stand, falling onto the ground.
"Go to bed, I don't want to see your damn face." he said, slamming the door, causing the whole top floor to shake.
Emma didn't bother to sleep. She was sitting in the corner of her room, right by the window. Twisting back and forth, humming a small tune. Her eyes were wide, as she was pinching her arm, smiling widely.
"...Snicker, snicker.." she mumbled, looking up at the ceiling.
She got up, opening the busted door slowly, making small creaking noises. It was around 11 in the night, so her father was probably downstairs, drinking with her mother, or something.
She kept walking along the wooden floor, tip toeing down the stairs past the kitchen into the living room. She looked around, before spotting the toy on her father's work desk. It seemed to be missing its arms, and one eye. Tears welling in her eyes, she shook her head before heading back up the stairs, walking back towards her room. Resting the toy on her dresser, she looked into the mirror.
"Papa doesn't love Emma... Neither does Mama." Emma whispered like a child, giggling to the last parts. "So... I'll help them out, just like they did with that hospital!" she giggled, walking to her window.
"I WILL BE THE NIGHTMARE EVERYONE'S BEEN WAITING FOR! I WILL BE THE CHAOS EVERYONE'S BEEN NOT WANTING!" she called out, her voice ringing and echoing off the mountains surrounding the small town.
Chaos walked over to her bed, pulling off the covers, she ripped some cloth from her black blanket wrapping it around her bunny rabbit, then placed it in her small little bag. She walked back down the stairs, into the kitchen where her parents were.
With a large wicked smile on her face, she giggled.
"...Get back to your room!" Her dad yelled, raising the beer bottle.
"No!" Emma yelled, smiling, with a large giggle.
"Listen to your father you brat!" her mother yelled, walking towards her, grabbing Emma's face.
Emma turned to her mother, slapping her own mother across the face. "No you go to bed." Emma yelled at her, giggling.
Emma walked over to the cupboard, pulling out a kitchen knife then walking to her dad. She stabbed him in the arm a few times, watching him fall to the ground with a scream. Then to her mother, where her mother was trembling in fear, still looking over what just happened.
Emma giggled, "Snicker doesn't like you.." she hissed, smiling.
The large knife came up into the air, before coming down on her mother's arm, letting her mother scream as Emma started to cut her hand off, finishing it with a lick on the knife. Emma walked over to her dad, smiling widely, as her mother made a clear run out of the house, screaming louder then anything.
"Now, papa. You made Snicker not like you... just like mama." Emma giggled.
".. You're... a demon.." he mumbled, his voice caught with the blood in his lungs as he coughed some of it up.
"Tssk, tssk tsk." Emma giggled, "You shouldn't talk... You're dying." she finished raising the knife in the air.
"You're a true chaos.. of many forms.." he finished, as the knife swung down onto his eye, he let out a scream, before passing off slowly by blood lose.
Emma or 'Chaos' kept giggling.
"I am Chaos, aren't I, Snickers?!? Aha! Chaos, I like that name! Yay! Let's be Chaos together, Snicker!" she giggled, walking outside where her mother was talking to some neighbors as they called the cops. Chaos giggled more, walking back into her 'house' into her room, dragging a photo of her and Snicker, as she jumped out the window, giggling.
The blonde news reporter on the T.V began, "In local news, the town of Westfort has been hit with a deadly accident this month. Fifteen year old Emma Stephen committed a double-murder after a few weeks in the hospital. More news will be put after this break."
The young boy sat on the couch, staring at the T.V as the commercials went on.
"Headlines of U.S.A brought down to a terrifying story. Emma Stephen, a fifteen year old girl with no prior history of mental illness, murdered her father and mutilated his corpse in what she describes as 'a terrible act of chaos'." The screen showed a picture of a girl around the age of fifteen, wearing a Gothic dress with hot pink hair, grayish black lace around her arms and high top boots.
"Emma Stephen was described as a 'quiet' girl by her teachers, with a turbulent home life which may have contributed to her lackluster performance. At the time of the murder, she had returned from a four-week stint in the hospital following a drunk driving accident that injured her and killed her sister. Josh has more information on the story." The blonde said, ruffling her papers.
"Ah thank you, Johanna. Neighbors say they heard inordinate amounts of laughter coming from the the Stephens' house before Mrs. Stephen ran outside, screaming for help. Police arrived at the scene to find Mrs. Stephen's right hand missing, as she said she was trying to stop her daughter from trying to murder her father. Back to you, Lani."
Now the blonde was speaking again. "As of now, the verdict on Emma's well-being is not yet out. She has sustained injuries from jumping out of a window, and is calling herself 'Chaos'. Police released that Emma Stephen has held onto a ripped bunny rabbit, one of the few objects belonging to her sister which her parents hadn't sold. The rabbit appears to be mutilated in the same way as her father's corpse, with one eye and both arms missing."