Evil to Kill
An analysis of the Celestial of murder, written by an unknown scholar. The analysis is written like a third-person short story.
Many stories say that she is evil. None of those stories know who she is. She learned too late in life that her father was supposed to bring her to her mother. He did not. He never would have. Instead, he married her off to another man like him and forgot about her. She learned too late that she and her mother are far more alike than she would have wanted. Her child was conceived the same way she was. Of course neither her father nor her husband would care. There was blood on her dress when she left the first house. There was more on her hands when she left the second one. She made it to another town before the pain inside became too much. She met a Celestial. She met her mother. She met her brother. She met Aliend. She met the other Celestials. She spent several years drifting along after them until one of her friends suggested she do something to make her life have meaning. So she looked at the world and saw men like the ones who destroyed her and injured her mother, and decided she would take care of it. She does not hide behind smiles and teacups like Aliend. She does not hold herself above the world like Xuena. She does not control everything about herself in a carefully practiced lie like Neve. She takes to the streets in a wine-red dress, and she removes the people who would do harm to others. Her mother would ignore them or kill them quickly. Her brothers would avoid them. Her friends would have various reactions. But she kills them. All of them. Each one that she sees, each one that she studies, each one that she knows has killed and would kill and would do far worse to some. She stalks one man down a street at night and sees him seize the arm of a working girl. The girl is pale with fright, dressed in brown, with dirt on her face. She cannot be more than seventeen. Madeleine removes his heart from behind before he can do more than push the girl to the ground in a dark alley. She lets the girl run away. She turns her face to the man. She does not smile. She reaches another woman too late. The man is already standing up, already getting ready to leave. The woman lies on the ground with tears staining her cheeks, already defiled by his hands. Madeleine makes him walk far away before she helps the woman stand, before she takes her pain away, before she sends her home with a whisper. Then she makes him take off his own hands. Her brothers wrinkle their noses when her activities are brought up. Her mother says nothing either way. Her friends encourage her to do what she must to protect other women. When her sister appears, cold and distant and already bitter, Madeleine knows that one day she will join in. But until then, she alone will stalk the streets of planets she knows and remove some of the worst of humanity. And if she is called evil for doing so, she is content with that.
Many stories say that she is evil. None of those stories know who she is. She learned too late in life that her father was supposed to bring her to her mother. He did not. He never would have. Instead, he married her off to another man like him and forgot about her. She learned too late that she and her mother are far more alike than she would have wanted. Her child was conceived the same way she was. Of course neither her father nor her husband would care. There was blood on her dress when she left the first house. There was more on her hands when she left the second one. She made it to another town before the pain inside became too much. She met a Celestial. She met her mother. She met her brother. She met Aliend. She met the other Celestials. She spent several years drifting along after them until one of her friends suggested she do something to make her life have meaning. So she looked at the world and saw men like the ones who destroyed her and injured her mother, and decided she would take care of it. She does not hide behind smiles and teacups like Aliend. She does not hold herself above the world like Xuena. She does not control everything about herself in a carefully practiced lie like Neve. She takes to the streets in a wine-red dress, and she removes the people who would do harm to others. Her mother would ignore them or kill them quickly. Her brothers would avoid them. Her friends would have various reactions. But she kills them. All of them. Each one that she sees, each one that she studies, each one that she knows has killed and would kill and would do far worse to some. She stalks one man down a street at night and sees him seize the arm of a working girl. The girl is pale with fright, dressed in brown, with dirt on her face. She cannot be more than seventeen. Madeleine removes his heart from behind before he can do more than push the girl to the ground in a dark alley. She lets the girl run away. She turns her face to the man. She does not smile. She reaches another woman too late. The man is already standing up, already getting ready to leave. The woman lies on the ground with tears staining her cheeks, already defiled by his hands. Madeleine makes him walk far away before she helps the woman stand, before she takes her pain away, before she sends her home with a whisper. Then she makes him take off his own hands. Her brothers wrinkle their noses when her activities are brought up. Her mother says nothing either way. Her friends encourage her to do what she must to protect other women. When her sister appears, cold and distant and already bitter, Madeleine knows that one day she will join in. But until then, she alone will stalk the streets of planets she knows and remove some of the worst of humanity. And if she is called evil for doing so, she is content with that.
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Author's Notes
Is this true? It could be. Only I know.