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She has so much innocent blood on her hands that it drips on the ground and leaves a trail behind her. Her hands might not have been the ones to take their lives, but she was the reason they were dead.

"I don't want to be a killer," I sobbed, staring at my shaking, blood-covered hands. "You have no choice, darling," the woman hissed, "you were made to spill blood from the very beginning. That is the only reason you were made."- deadly night shade

My hands were severely bruised, the boy that assaulted Lillie yesterday lay at my feet. Nose broken, lip split, curled into a ball crying. No one should try to take advantage of a girl ever.

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A leader, she was. Gruesome, and frightening, she was. But she was a person, with a past, and that is enough to upset one.

Marya lifted her hand and laid it on her husband’s cheek. With a blinking quickness, she drove her nails deep into his face. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that. I have worn nothing but blood and death for years. I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me." ― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

"Is that blood?" She asked me, her eyes growing wide as they looked at the blood that crusted my knuckles. "Yeah," I answered. She raised her eyes to my face and swallowed before asking another question. "Is it yours?" "No."