Author: Lariat
I don't remember how many people I've killed or which one was my first.
"Look, my daughter. See that woman there?"
"That is mother."
"Correct."
I could say my first memory of notable kills was when I was a child.
"She's done something bad. She's become our enemy now. Remember what must be done with enemies?"
"Eliminate all enemies."
"Correct."
Everything was covered in white powder; even the sky was the same color.
"W-Wait a minute, dear. Y-You wouldn't kill your own mother, would you?"
"Mother is an enemy now. I must eliminate enemies. Therefore, I must eliminate mother."
I could remember that day clearly because it was the first time that I had seen a color that contradicted white so much.
"Y-You can't! I'm your mother!"
"Vile woman. From today on, she has no mother. Kill her."
"Yes, father."
Red.
"Well done, child."
"Thank you, father..."
Against the snow, it looked so beautiful.
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