Violent sits at the edge of her bed where a single candle is lit at her bedside table glowing. It was enough to see her face and what she was doing, but not bright enough to see more of the room she’s in. She has a knife in her hand and a knife sharpening stone in the other hand. Every few seconds, the sound of the blade of the knife, that little slash can be heard in the background as Violent meticulously sharpens the weapon.
Every time we try to do something right, we always end up getting hurt. Whenever we stick by our comrades and friends and give our trust, we always receive the short end of the stick. Whether it’s in Book 2, or in DOMINION, we always get left behind. Violent and all of the Vellas have realized it too late, but I am letting them see that when it comes to a sport designed to hurt others, I am the only person that they can bet on to succeed. Why is that?
Because there’s no place for weakness here.
Violent continues to steadily and carefully sharpen her knife.
Ever since I saw you, Lillie, I’ve never really liked you. I don’t like the way you dress. I don’t like the way you present yourself. I don’t like the fact that you are a spineless little shitstain, that you are a waste of space, and I don’t know no one has the guts to say that they’re sick of you because you never bring anything new to the table. You are an absolute abomination. You are everything I want to avoid becoming. But the thing that I hate the most about you is how you’ve given Violet and the others false hope. We were supposed to have an exciting career. Nothing worked out for us in the World’s Finest, and that’s fine by me because it’s not really our fault that April, Hana, Nobi and everyone else in that circus show couldn’t help themselves and make everything about them. They were willing to change their appearances, mix up their choice of words and flip the scripts because they fear that if they don’t reinvent themselves, they would sink in the mud and become less interesting, and everyone would forget about them because they bring nothing new to the table. But you and Violet, you stayed true to yourselves after that ordeal. The World’s Finest shattered, but this friendship never ended. But where did your careers go? What happened to the adventures that I was supposed to be in?
Violent pauses. She stops sharpening her knife. She then stands up from the edge of her bed wearing a yellow tank top. She focuses on an empty space across her as she tightens her grip on the knife. Her hair is in a ponytail, messed up and uncombed and her forehead is sweating. She takes a deep breath before jabbing the air with her knife. And she does it again. And again. Like she was seeing herself attacking someone.
Kimberly Chase aided in awakening me, but I can’t give her full credit. She was always there to instigate, to cause drama and complications, but even I know that she’s full of shit and isn’t capable of reaching me. It was you, Lillie. It was always you. Because you are shitty friend and an incompetent team mate, I was encouraged to take control of Violet’s body without ever letting her get on the stirring wheel again. Finally, the Vessel is led by a strong and independent captain, someone who is capable of delivering results, and that idiot Violet could deny that all she wants, but she knows that my aggressiveness and merciless attitude actually made us progress. This “condition” of ours didn’t get worse. It became a capability, a gift that no one can take away. I was encouraged to take control and push forward to opportunities that wouldn’t be open for me if Violet’s dumbass was still in charge. I pushed forth and challenged for the Territorial Championship. I didn’t get to take the title away from your braindead Champion, at least not in the way that I want, but I still went further in our career progress than the Crimson Bouquet combined. I am the delight of DOMINION. I am the ONLY reason that anyone is watching this show.
And the best part is, I don’t even care. All of that means nothing to me. I don’t care about these “fans” of ours that are wailing and crying over the fact that Kimberly and I hurt your feelings and pushed you into accepting a match that will absolutely cripple you. I care about my own satisfaction. I care about doing the absolute worst to my opponents and making them suffer. Violet has this incredible strength hidden away. And as you have witnessed with your own eyes, I am that strength. I am that wildcard. I am the one that will tear you down so there’s one less person that will compete with me or hold me back. I am the only reason why this Vessel will survive.
And you want me to “snap” back to Violet? Are you out of your fucking mind?!
Give me one good reason why?
Because it’s inconvenient for you?
Because you don’t have a body to drag around and blame if things didn’t go your way for protecting her?
Or is it because you’re alone and no one else tolerates you enough to be your friend?
I’ve seen how your father looked at you. I saw the disappointment in his eyes, it was almost laughable and I know I should take pity but I am just truly incapable of it, especially not when it comes to you. And I don’t blame that old fart for it. But it did make me realize how awful you are as a human being. Even your father went out of his way to tell you in front of a huge audience how much of a piece of shit you are. And I think that’s funny. My father has been dead. He lived and died with a bottle in his hand. I’ve always known him as the person who beat me and my mother when he got too angry and I’ve never felt so free and happy when I saw that he shot himself and was finally out of our lives. I think we’re in the same situation, kind of, except you’re the trash in the family that no one would be devastated if you just stepped out of their lives. But that’s okay, Lillie, I am doing them a favor by getting rid of you for good. You will not lose quickly. You will suffer and be tortured first. Our match is within the boundaries of neutral rules, but even that’s not going to stop me from shattering you to pieces, from taking away whatever future you stupidly thought you had in DOMINION and from ensuring that you end up in a hospital bed with a feeding tube stuck in you.
I am not just doing this for myself. I’m doing this for the Vellas. For the fucking Vellas! You care about them, don’t you? You care about Violet, right? Well fucking prove it. Fight me and give me everything you have. I want you to try to hit me hard! I want you to try and push yourself more and more! This may be your last fight, Lillie! I want dear Violet to see that even at the peak of your strength, even with you giving it your all, you will still fucking die by my hands.
You will look back at ARCADIA and see that it’s the worst time of our lives. Violet might also hate me for the things I will do to you. And I can take that. The bitch always disagrees with everything I do.
But in time, everyone will thank me. Once we move on, ARCADIA will be nothing but a memorable night when the Vellas became free from The Lillie Saint Disease.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Violent has that crazed look on her face as she laughs maniacally, still with her knife in her hand. She continues to laugh as the candle light goes out and the view turns to pitch black.
Sat Dec 03, 2022 4:36 pm by 
Subject: Violent | The Lillie Saint Disease 
