The Black Rose

If you’re reading this, it probably means I’ve died, or gone completely mental and unceremoniously waged war against the shadows that created me. Whatever the reason, I hope you keep reading. I hope my words resonate as truth, that my story, no matter how insane it sounds, exposes the darkest corners of our world. I did all of these things, I killed all of those people, partly because I wanted to, and partly because I felt as if I had no choice. I am no saint. I know what my file says about me, that I’m a narcissistic, highly manipulative sociopath, a genius, incapable of love or empathy, incapable of following the rules, a villain, menace, a monster. While I wish I could say this was all false, it isn’t. My name was Danielle Renee Watson. I was born on July 14th, 1993 in the small southern town of Kinston, NC. I was raised loosely by my parents Richard and Angela Watson. On May 23rd, 2015, I died in a brutal attack, my body burned beyond recognition. On that same day, I became Alexandra Pierce, a genetically modified, highly elusive assassin, created by Shadow, a manipulative covert agency. This is my story.