It was a wonder she was even considered human, her life demonstrated the existence of humanity's Great Adversary. She was a hungry animal, with a conscious depravity to inflict hell on earth, and violence on its patrons.
Atavism disgusted her. Her basic need for procreation was replaced by a far superior sense to cause degradation, to engage in coitus for her was as much to inflict pain as any want to destroy. Her trail of victims were shallow husks without her. A Mental and emotional suffering, that kept them coming back.
For shallowness she awarded an ironic sense of false security and appreciation, that was much attributed to simple fascination.
for all her violent persona, the spectrum of her thoughts, was but a single peaceful sphere. almost basic in design, but the emotions so overly complex, it limited her communication.
Because of this, she could not speak.
Not in anyway most people could discern.
They saw a beautiful girl, her expression seemed to denote an anxious desire. her pupils always dilated like a hunter waiting for optimal conditions. Her grin though lovely, made people uncomfortable and unnerved.
And still despite such a hostile aura, she held in her wake a trail of dedicated followers and wistful suitors, calling her name like the undead
She had no need for such concerns though. She was only passing through as it is. To watch and manipulate the actors was a simple distraction to curve her boredom.
Even when sometimes she forgot herself and got caught up in her own constructs
Often this was the cause of her calloused fists. Her want for a tangible sense of pleasure from her anger, placed her on the frontline of many assaults, Her arrest record, had she not charmed the hearts of local law enforcement would have listed her status as DETRIMENTAL
As for her mental status, "sociopath" was found to be insufficient. Psychiatry created a new listing in the DSM specifically for her case, but she could not be detained long enough to further complete their study.
Law enforcement knew her by name, Officially they had her listed as a Jane Doe, but they called her " Calamity Jane".
As often happened, this replaced any real name she could have gone by.
More than anything it was a warning. Her victims would sullenly and regretfully say
"There she goes, and I am her dejected husk. Shed by her so willingly and without remorse. I find no honor in this status and yet, her will has caught me and I cannot even fault her for it. I am taken by her completely and love would never describe this attachment, oh no, not when this obsession is in fact, so unrequited. And not while countless more wait in her shadow just to be in her presence. What she instills in us , ruins us with great calamity. "