Rose arose from her sleep sometime in mid-day, her head faced flat into a pillow. The moment she attempted to push herself up, she felt a sharp pain blast from her hips, to her shoulders causing her to flinch in pain.
She had been out last night. Or at least, someone had been.
"What kinda crap you get us in this time Thorn?" Rose said out loud, with clinched teeth, as she again pushed herself up, again fighting through the pain that touched her body.
The pain wasn't really anything she couldn't handle. She had grown accustomed to pain, and sometimes, the thrill of not knowing what she had done the night before; but knowing that she probably had nearly gotten killed.
Ever since she could remember, Rose had always had to deal with multiple personality disorder, one personality in particular. Thorn. A violent woman with an intense hatred for evil, Rose guessed, that it had to do with her upbringing as the daughter of a police officer, and a Damn fine one at that.
Thorn had first taken over when Rose was about nine. Rose had fallen asleep during recess, and apparently, had woken up, and violently attacked two boys whom had been teasing a third, smaller young man. She had been suspended for nine days.
And in those nine days she had left her home every night, and gratified, the homes of other bullies, gang members, and pimps. When her father found her the night before she could attend school, Officer Forrest committed Rose into psychiatric care. Upon release, Rose was given medication to suppress Thorn, and for awhile, all was good. Until a year ago when her father died during Doomsday's attack. Now Rose no longer takes the medication.
Because in some strange way. She enjoys the pain. She enjoys it like most people enjoy sex. The fighting! Thron had allowed Rose to keep bits and pieces upon request. They had come to an understanding.
"Only hunt and hurt evil. Never harm the innocent." Rose had told her other self, as she slumbered in the physical world. This would be the first time, she had let Thorn out in years. A month ago. When a man in Armor saved her life.
When she knew she had a reason to. Because Thorn could help save the Suicide Slum.
"As you wish." The warrior woman purred with a wicked smile. "No innocence. Not a hair on their chinney chin chins."
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