Mrs. Bloody Face (Oliver Thredson Love Story)

I wanted to tell you a story of how I became Zara Thredson AKA Mrs. Bloody Face. Like all good stories, we have to start at the beginning.....

I screamed and struggled against the two guards' grip on me my black hair thrashing wildly as they pulled me up the steps to Briarcliff Manor.

Why did I get caught? I'm always so careful whenever I kill but this time the third one screamed.

When we reached the top steps a woman in her sixties dressed like a nun greeted me.

"Hello, Miss. Nicolette." The woman greeted unkindly with a smile but her eyes were cold, "I'm Sister Jude."

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I wanted to tell you a story of how I became Zara Thredson AKA Mrs. Bloody Face. Like all good stories, we have to start at the beginning.....

I screamed and struggled against the two guards' grip on me my black hair thrashing wildly as they pulled me up the steps to Briarcliff Manor.

Why did I get caught? I'm always so careful whenever I kill but this time the third one screamed.

When we reached the top steps a woman in her sixties dressed like a nun greeted me.

"Hello, Miss. Nicolette." The woman greeted unkindly with a smile but her eyes were cold, "I'm Sister Jude."

I grunted in response still trying to struggle free.

"Do you know why you're here?" She asked speaking to me like I was a child.

I paused looking at her I evilly smiled, "I killed three people and I'd gladly do it again." I tossed my head back laughing like a madman.

"Take her to a room!" She huffed grabbing her rosary around her neck and whispered, "God watch over this child."

Is there really a God sister Jude?

The guards dragged me through the door and up the stairs. I was getting a lot of looks from other people and I noticed a bald head guy wearing a white lab coat. As we reached an empty room they threw me on the bed; I tried to get away but they tied me to the bed starting with my wrist then my ankles.

A young nun I'd say in her twenties came in holding papers. I glared at her as she spoke.

"Hello!" She smiled brightly, "I'm Sister Mary Eunice!" She glanced at the paper, "You're Zara Nicolette right?"

I didn't answer; I just stared at her. I could tell she was innocent.

She coughed uncomfortably then read off the paper, "You've been sent here on charges of murder. Since you're only seventeen your mother sign the papers to have you here."

I was shocked my mother? She bailed on me when I was fourteen.

She looked at me sadly, "Why did you kill your own father?"

"Sister Mary Eunice!" Sister Jude yelled coming into the room, "It is not our job to understand why they did it but pray for them; do you understand?"

Sister Mary Eunice bowed her head a little, "Yes, of course, sorry Sister." She said leaving the room.

Sister Jude looked at me, "Thou shalt not kill."

I rolled my eyes as she walked closer to me and slapped me. I gasp at the impact I honestly didn't think she had the balls.

"You'll learn." She hissed as two males walked in wearing white.

She turned to them, "Dress her into something more fitting then take her to the Rec Room. Let her make some new friends." She said leaving.

They dressed me in a blue scratchy hospital gown then walked me to the Rec Room.

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