Patchy Frost: Fight Like a Girl

From the creators of Ms. Fury, comes a story about one girl who hates monsters for killing the most precious person to her. My heart is a weapon of war, my voice is my weapon of war....Fight Like a Girl by Emilie Autumn inspired this story. This story was inspired by Dexter, Crossed the comic book by Garth Ennis and Emilie Autumn's music. Just you wait and see, if you thought Ms. Fury was bad--Patchy Frost will blow you away and leave you speechless! Hope you guys enjoy it! --KatDon 


In the news; 31-year-old Milo Savage drove for a week but then his car became disabled along the way. After spending 30–40 minutes at the site, as filmed on security video in and around the car, he abandoned it about noon and began to cross the 3-mile-long span of the causeway, stripping himself of his clothing and disposing of his driver’s license as he advanced westward, according to eyewitnesses. His vehicle was eventually discovered and towed by the police. Inside the car, police discovered a Bible and five empty water bottles, which they believe were recently consumed. Around this time; Milo encountered 65-year-old Skipper at approximately 1:55 pm. Skipper had been lying underneath the elevated people-mover viaduct when Milo began to pummel him, strip him of his flesh, and bite his face. A passing cyclist came upon the scene and alerted authorities. A few minutes later, an officer arrive and warned Milo to desist from attacking Skipper. Milo ignored the officer's warnings and, instead, reportedly growled at him, then resumed biting his victim. The attack ended with the officer shooting Milo once at first and then another four times when that proved ineffective. Skipper was admitted to the hospital in critical condition, with 75–80% of his face above the beard missing and his left eye gouged out. He underwent facial reconstruction surgeries that took months to complete, but he remained permanently disfigured and blind. Skipper lost his eyebrows, his nose, parts of his forehead and cheek, and his left eye, and was left totally blind due to the damage to his remaining right eye. He underwent numerous surgeries to repair the damage to his face. After rehabilitation, he put on 50 pounds, and learned to dress and feed himself, shower and shave. He is being allowed to stay at the medical facility indefinitely. Although the autopsy revealed human flesh in Milo's stomach. And that’s when Humanitarians came to the interest! Humanitarians originated from a drug called Humanite. Dr. Savage had been testing behavioral modification on this planet through Humanite, administered through the air condition systems. The chemical was designed to weed out aggression and anger. The ultimate result was of the population stopped going to work, talking to each other, and eventually stopped being human. However, the remaining of the population had the opposite reaction, with their aggression and primal instincts boosted beyond simple madness into murderous rage, sadism and savagery. Being transformed into a Humanitarian does not seem to be exclusively chemical in origin. Some victims of Humanitarian attacks are left alive and forced by Humanitarians to view the tortures they inflict on others. When this happens, the person's mind can be so damaged by what they were shown that the only way to cope with it is to begin to act as a Humanitarian does, eventually becoming one themselves. Humanitarians may themselves be able to detect those humans that are susceptible to become like themselves and these are the men and women they convert. Humanitarian are, at least genetically, human in more or less every way. They have utter and complete madness. Showing no care for life, they are driven by an insane, homicidal and savage aggression that manifests in the cannibalism, acts of violating plunder, and torture that they visit upon any unfortunate enough to come across them. Humanitarians are impossible to mistake for anything else. As a symptom of their insanity, they deliberately gash and cut their other people's flesh, and a Humanitarian is often covered in open or partially healed wounds. They seem no physically stronger or tougher than normal humans, merely inured to pain to the point where they care nothing for their injuries or indeed their own lives, and more willing to push their bodies to the extreme because of their madness. Although they clearly must have some retention of any original knowledge prior to their madness and Humanitarians are as without fear as they are without mercy, and they have been seen to speak and indeed communicate. The sole sound they make is an insane, wordless scream. Humanitarians seem to favor close combat, although they are fully capable of using firearms. It is likely that their reduced mental abilities makes firearms a poor choice. Instead, they rush forward, occasionally firing at victims if stymied, and overwhelm their enemies in a deadly charge with crude blades and melee weapons.  If nothing else is available, they may be found clawing and biting their prey with bare hands and teeth. Although they occasionally carry conventional firearms, Humanitarians also seem to use poisoned needles, and very frequently a form of large spear. The aim of both weapons is probably to ensure that the victim is alive when taken. Utterly fearless, they will charge until they are wiped out - casualties don't seem to matter much to a Humanitarian group. Humanitarians seem to prefer to subdue their victims. Those unfortunates who are rendered helpless or fall are either raped to death, eaten alive, flayed, or commonly all three, as well as other horrific depravities. After they finally escape into death, the Humanitarians will sew their skins into their clothing, and may very well either hang up the corpses as a gruesome trophy. Humanitarians target settlements without strong defenses. After plundering, murdering and eating the inhabitants, Humanitarians will burn the settlement to the ground. Most of the time Humanitarians stick to their hunting territories; however, the Humanitarians had begun to expand from their territories. This was likely caused by the depletion of food sources as settlers learned to steer clear. One Humanitarian rips the heart out of a victim's chest, then hoists the still beating organ in the air in triumph. Another Humanitarian rips the opponent's head and spinal cord from the shoulders. A female Humanitarian inhales her victim and regurgitates a torrent of bloody chunks and bones onto the ground. A third Humanitarian rips the opponent's leg out and beats the opponent to death with it and continues doing so even after the opponent is dead and makes it look like their head explodes. A fourth Humanitarian bites their victim's jugular and rip it head off with their teeth. The Humanitarian then throws it with its mouth like a dog and then laughs afterward. Other Humanitarians did horrendous things more: The fifth Humanitarian rips the ribs out of the opponent and impale the eyes with them. The sixth Humanitarian rips an entire skeleton from the opponent. The seventh Humanitarian drop-kicking the victim's head, crushing it into pieces, where some other parts of the dismembered body looked like it was convulsing and the Humanitarian then vomit their stomach contents over the lining and blood. The seventh Humanitarian repeatedly punches the victim each with a splash of blood and guts before punching the opponent's legs and torso off. The eighth Humanitarian use a chest-mounted metal claw to grab the victim and slam him to the floor repeatedly before eating the opponent through its chest compartment and the victim was now vomiting out chunks of blood and viscera. More Humanitarians had wires cutting deeply into their victims, which traces of stomach acid were leaked out. There was blood splattered everywhere, one of the victim's head has a massive chunk blown out of it. The Humanitarians sawing off their victim's foot off. There was bones being sawed through and a piece of brain on the side of his head falls off. They placed their victims on a crucifix which will slowly break their arms, legs, and neck by slowly twisting them and they have a shotgun to shoot them in the face while others lost their limbs. More victims more torture where chains pierced in their bodies, cut through someone's skull with a circular saw and didn't even have any anesthetic while they drill on them, mutilating them in the process. The Humanitarians sadistically push the victim's face into the knives while making them fall into razor wire. The Humanitarians also had a guy is chained to a bed and torn limb from limb. They had a woman's hair has been threaded into gears and when the device starts, it begins to pull her hair to the point her scalp is peeled back. The Humanitarians had two men with chains around their necks, fighting each other. The first guy has his eyes stitched shut and the other has his lips sewn together while the Humanitarians laughed and cheered. The Humanitarian grabbed a woman begging but she gets stabbed in the throat by shards of a broken Vodka bottle, stabbed in the chest by a large kitchen knife when she was trying to grab the Humanitarians and make her escape but they already hammered the knife deeper in her chest to kill her. The Humanitarian took another screaming girl's braid as they hooked it on a device as her head trapped in between the device which her head is torn off her shoulders. The Humanitarians pushed a third girl who falls against a nail gun, which proceeds to fire nails directly into the back of her head. Her body jerks as each nail penetrates her skull and bursts out her face. After the nail gun stops firing, she whimpers, then her body slowly goes limp as she dies. The Humanitarians all laughed hysterically at this sight while smiles are plastered on their faces. The Humanitarian used a nail which they slice the girl's foot tendon, torturing her in a gory way as her corpse twitches several times as a wet stain spread across the crotch, along with her femur sticking out of her leg. Another victim of the Humanitarians gets impaled on acupuncture needles, almost burning to death and having his head crushed by a statue. The Humanitarians have six people are chained to a children's carousel redecorated with gory body parts and blood, and every time it stops, one of the Humanitarians have a spring-loaded shotgun fires a bullet, killing the person in front of it. They torture a child with a screw that comes straight down through his hand. The Humanitarians trigger a rack of needles to pump the body full of acid, dissolving his body from the inside out. The Humanitarians took off some of the little girl's skin, and infected her. The Humanitarians put a nail in a guy's stomach which slices his abdominal wall. They used wet tarp and disembowels the second on a nail sticking up from the ground. Both his intestines and a trail of blood on the tarp itself. An obese man has his viscera consumed out as the Humanitarians had blood and guts spewing from their mouths a little. The blood attracts the Humanitarians that eat him alive. They also did a bowel obstruction and caused internal bleeding. An old woman was injected with corn oil her face with corn oil which got in her bloodstream, and then it started leaking out of her face and destroying her from the inside. A Humanitarian has an ice pick impaled in another victim's eye, which resulted in a huge blood red welt on his eye covered in blood. The Humanitarians caused a father to fall face first into the blades and another guy was thrown into a frying machine, which he suffered fatal burns to his face as he was thrown in multiple times. The Humanitarian shredded a guy to pieces, starting with his leg. The Humanitarians tortured their victims who had maggot-infested bedsores squirming all over their open wounds, their skin red from the red dye soaking into their skin, then vomiting green slime and dying shortly thereafter. The Humanitarians pushed back a girl who falls back on her champagne glass pyramid and dies from excessive blood loss from all the broken pieces of glass getting embedded in her body. The Humanitarian puts the breathing tube in the esophagus and stomach inflating and exploding, they cut the poor guy open as blood and organs splatters everywhere while smiles are still plastered on the Humanitarians' faces. The Humanitarians grabbed an old man as they puncture his abdomen and spills his intestines. They took a girl and straps her to a wheelchair, teases her and brings her into a disgusting lab. The Humanitarians proceed to cut off a finger on each of the girl's hands, even punching the girl to keep her from passing out. They were also going to go for the groin and tongue next. The Humanitarians grabbed the boy who then is thrown around like a rag doll but then he's pulled into the air vent and diced up by the fan. The Humanitarians' torture chambers are covered in blood, there are remains of one of the two guys' corpses which consisted of a pair of feet and shins, and an arm. One of the guys' bodies twitch spasmodically as if it were still alive and in pain. One of the Humanitarians performed surgery torture on a girl who has implant incision open with what looks like a shoehorn, but the Humanitarian's so reckless and incompetent at putting the implant in that he splatters her blood everywhere in a way that realistically would permanently deform her torso and most likely kill her from blood-loss. Then, the Humanitarian grabbed a guy's head at one point ripping open his eyelids and exposing his brain inside his head. Another gets his arms ripped off while blood squirts from the stumps and there are bones and muscle on the ground next to the severed arms--thanks to what that Humanitarian did. In their torture rooms, there are humans with their skin peeling apart and hanging from its body in bloody strips, a woman's mouth splitting at the corners and stretching her face into a toothy rictus. And some guy who is horribly mutilated, flopping around with no arms and legs and trying to talk while they were choking on blood. The Humanitarians had a teenage boy getting wax stuck in his bladder as well as another boy accidentally having most of his large intestine sucked out of his stomach while being dangerously close to drowning. In order to save his own life, he winds up having to chew through his own intestines in order to get free from the torture but he and the other boy died as he was trying climb out, but ended up pulling off half his flesh and lower body in the process while the Humanitarians cannibalize their corpses. There were pictures of sexy and scantily clad women soaked in blood in the midst of a disgusting, gory act or being brutally attacked and sexual assaulted. There were those who cut off their victims faces and wear them on various parts of their body, and others who soak in their victims’ bloods until they absorb enough of it to give their skin a red tint. The girl hung but still alive in the toilets. Her friend try to free her however the Humanitarians surround the girls and force her to stick a pair of sewing scissors in her mouth, far enough that the blades tap against her molars. Then they cut out her tongue. There was one Humanitarian seems to idolize the body, going so far as to dig through it and apparently pleasure oneself over it while taking pictures. Later, he laughs about how shameful the body looks in death. There was a five year-old boy with trickles of blood oozing from his mouth. He was repeated stabbed to the abdomen, followed by forced tongue amputation by the Humanitarians. And buried alive. The girl had her eyes stabbed with a pair of scissors by a Humanitarian. Four people have been kidnapped by the Humanitarians. They blindfold them and lines them up on the floor. One of the victims can't see the two before she is being killed of disembowelment and the top half of her head being cut off, respectively. A Humanitarian child has another innocent child by the hair, a pair of scissors in her hand, covered in blood with an insane expression on her face. The Humanitarian children are stabbing their teacher to death while he's on his knees and screaming in agony. One victim suffocated by a malicious Humanitarian boy, another victim is forced to cut out his own tongue by a Humanitarian teenager, buried alive, cut in half, have her ribs broken and her lungs pierced with them, a boy had his eyes torn out, let his best friend drown, accidentally smash her to pieces with the pool drain, get stabbed with scissors, mauled to death, and best of all trapped in a time warp that forces them to relive the nightmare! The Humanitarian stabs a boy and kicks him into a pit just for fun. The Humanitarian teen boy catches a female teenage, ties her hands to a table, and begins to cut at her throat. He does this as he starts to climb on top of her and he unbuttons his shirt. When the girl is forced into a skit by the Humanitarians, she is then stabbed in her hands by one of the Humanitarians that had a pair of scissors and suddenly lifted off the air and her whole body is bent at an impossible angle, and her spine letting out a very audible crack. The blades of scissors are now stabbing her friend, while she is losing her head in a brutal fashion. The boy's face is actually a gaping bloody hole as if his face was cleanly cut off, his flesh is entirely decomposed. And there's still blood in his hair from the blow that killed him. His girlfriend was fatally struck in the head by a hulking creature of a Humanitarian; she bleeds so profusely from between her legs that her organs fall out after. The father is found crucified and impaled through the mouth in a large altar-like room, his left eye bloodshot and with a white carving on his iris. His daughter rushes out of the room and eventually the daughter sneaks in the kitchen only to see a Humanitarian sharpening a knife frantically without saying a word. All the daughter can do is run out of the house in fear. But sadly as the daughter closed the door, the Humanitarian breaks through the door and pierces the poor girl in the stomach, her mouth and her head gets deformed while the other Humanitarian gleefully kills her by stabbing her in the neck. But then, there was a legend that talked about The Girl Who Hated Humanitarians: There was a little girl, who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good--very, very good. But when she was bad, she was homicidal! One day that little girl may find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Hellions' foreheads for she and her friends--this is very good and the game is over – this was their revolution! They’ve got the tools, they’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity. Somewhere it’s always time for tea, they’ve been trained by the very best. The sisterhood must eradicate the Humanitarians as revenge is a dish that is best served now! Patchy believes she's friggin' gorgeous as she and her sisterhood are equipped with weapons: hatchet, scalpel, rusty steel syringe, amputation saw and electroshock machine. Her battle words are, “It’s time for war! It’s time for blood! It’s time for TEA! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate!”

Patchy Frost wasn’t always obsessed with the Humanitarians as she was once an innocent girl who was a difficult but a sweet girl. There were times when Patchy felt good to be by herself, she enjoys her own company. Patchy can think up her own ideas and play exactly when she wants. With no around; Patchy can have all the fun to herself but one day, it all changed! “Hey Patchy, why don’t you ask that girl over there to play with us?” suggested her older sister Reina. Patchy was apprehensive, “I don’t know, I’m scared to ask…What if she says no?” She said. Her mother shrugged, “At least try. All you have to ask, who knows, maybe he’ll say yes.” She replied gently and encouragement. Patchy took a deep breath and walked over to the girl. The girl looked up as Patchy felt her heart leap out of her chest. “Um, do you—want to play—with me?” She asked. “OK.” The girl said. And they did until it was time to go home. Just then, Patchy was on the bus to school when she saw the same girl, Clover, from the park yesterday and sure enough Clover recognized Patchy from yesterday too. Without hesitation; Clover sat next to Patchy, “Hi, my name is Clover. What’s yours?” Patchy smiled back, “Patricia, you can call me Patchy.” She replied. Soon they became friends; Patchy and Clover played with each other in games like tag. Patchy has an odd friendship with Donna, despite them getting on each other’s nerves and there’s some friendly competition. It was a little strange! However; Patchy got along with other girls: Swan, Chica, Timberly ‘Timber’, Veronica, Jolene ‘Jolie’, Trea and Sparrow. These girls are best friends, they are in the same classes, they wear the same colored shoes, they have a favorite food together, they play soccer together but what’s so special about the girls’ friendships is how much they care about each other. There was some good times spent together: Chica approached Patchy, who wore a crown and holding a princess dress. “Wanna play dress up?” Patchy asked. “Sure.” Chica said with a smile. When Patchy gets bullied, her friends got her back. Swan shields the sobbing Patchy from the bully and firmly said, “Stop it! Leave her alone!” They all get along with each other; Timber and Patchy make a decision on who goes first by flipping a coin. These girls share everything with one another such as Veronica shared an even half with Patchy, “Half for you, half for me.” She said. “Thanks.” Answered Patchy. There were good at keeping secrets too: “Don’t say anything, this is our secret.” Jolie warned. “I promise.” Patchy said. And stood up for each other when others made judgment: “Patchy is a crybaby.” Donna whispered. Trea shrugged, “It’s not her fault, she’s sensitive. You don’t have to be mean about it.” Trea retorted. There were tough times of mending Patchy’s heart because one day, Patchy was sad when Sparrow came up to her holding a bag of candy, “Do want some of my candy?” She offered. And helped each other through dark times: “This math is hard, I don’t get it.” Patchy complained. “Try it this way.” Clover suggested. There were times when Patchy wanted to play with her friends who were available. “OK, what do you want to play?” asked Swan, glancing at Patchy. And there were some good sporting between them: Timber applauded, “Good job, Patchy. You win!” She praised. Patchy grinned, “Good game.” She replied. To fill up the gratitude; Patchy makes a special present for Chica. But Patchy struggles to get Donna’s approval, like there was an incident where Patchy wanted to join her club. “I don’t need your ideas!” Donna said harshly. Patchy was offended, feeling left out. She shouted angrily, “You better let me help you or else!” Knowing that wouldn’t do any good; Patchy sat alone, she feels like she’s not good enough and feels useless. Patchy approached her friends, “Want to play?” She asked. They would nod in approval. Sometimes, Patchy would be by herself on the jump-rope. That’s when she came up with something for Donna and loomed next to her. “Want to try a more different approach?” suggested Patchy. She explains the idea and then, Donna smiled as she finally said, “Sounds awesome, Patchy!” Patchy felt her spirits were raised in high hopes. It wasn’t until one day that Patchy Frost wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of getting involved with other new people she doesn’t know. “Come now, Patchy. You’re just shy sweetie.” Her mother said brightly. But Patchy stubbornly refused, “Don’t ask me to go in there, you can’t make me!” She replied. However, Patchy was persuaded to go in as a voice calls out in a jolly voice, “Hello!” Patchy looked in as one part wants to enter into the room and the other part didn’t want her to. Patchy was a bad behaved girl and has a lot of incidents with the other girls: Patchy was playing a board game with Chica as she cheated in the game. “Hey, no fair! You’re cheating!” Chica called out to her. But Patchy couldn’t care less about the rules of the game. She would get aggressive like one time, Patchy shoves Timber away, “Stupid head!” Veronica came to her friend’s defense, “Don’t call me or my friend that.” She protested. Patchy just laughed at her. She would also be bossy: Patchy glared at the boys and remarked, “You can’t play, it’s only for girls!” Clover and the other girls were very surprised as well as the other boys that Patchy was acting like a Queen Bee! She would mercilessly as Patchy taunted Trea, “Nya, nya, nya!” Trea who was scared by her aggressive behavior. In an attempt to get what she wants; Patchy seized the toy from Sparrow, who struggles to get it back. “Give it to me!” Patchy screamed. “No, you already have one!” Sparrow protested. She even accused others for her problems: Patchy glared at Donna, she pointed at her and exclaims, “It’s your fault, you made me trip!” Donna was taken aback, “No I didn’t!” She said. And is overly protective over Clover: Patchy seized Clover’s arm, she and Donna turned to her in shock. Clover tugged at Patchy, “Let go of me!” She objected. However, Patchy pulled on her arm, “You can’t play with her, you’re my best friend—MY BEST FRIEND!!!” She claimed wildly. And she was a poor sport; Patchy scowled at Chica and said, “This game is so dumb, I quit.” She got up and stomped away. She annoyed others as well as: Patchy growled at Veronica, who got annoyed with her and turned to her saying, “Quit it!” Nevertheless; Patchy ignored her protests and irritating her soon. She also decides of what: Patchy pointed to Clover, “You be the sister.” She points to Swan, “You be the baby.” And then points to herself, “And I’ll be the mom.” Clover was irked, “Oh c’mon Patchy! You always get to be the Mom, I want to decide this time!” complained Clover. “Yeah Patches, don’t be so boss.” Swan echoed. And her aggression worsened: Patchy got into Chica’s face, “Get out of the way or else!” She threatened. Chica gulped in fear. Donna was annoyed, “What a pest.” She muttered. “She’s only going to make enemies that way.” Jolie commented quietly. One day; Patchy arrived at school in a cranky mood where she caused damage to property and violently lashes at her classmates with verbal insults as well as physical tantrums. But Patchy is sent to the nurse’s office to calm down and is visited by her favorite teacher, Patchy’s mother, Reina and her friends who all help her feel better. One day while on vacation of a tropical get away; Patchy and Reina as well as three other people were hurdled into the shipping container by the Hellions. It is believed that just one of the Hellions wielded the chainsaw, as they are often seen likely standing there to prevent anyone from escaping. The three unnamed victims were all slain by the chainsaw, leaving Reina for last begging them not to do this in front of her sister! “Close your eyes, Patchy.” Reina sobbed. “I want my sister.” Patchy cried. She screamed and cried as they revved the chainsaw, “No! Not in front of my little sister!....Oh, god. Please don't cry. It's gonna be okay…Don't you dare! Not in front of my sister, please!....No!.....Close your eyes, Patchy. Don't look. Patchy. Close your eyes.” This caused Reina turning then to give a final smile to Patchy. She said to close her eyes, not to look and that she loved her before the Hellion finally cut into her, “I want my sister! I want my big sister!” cried Patchy. “I love you, Patchy.” Whispered Reina. The Hellions were killing Reina in front of Patchy with no remorse. Then, the Humanitarians fled the area while Patchy sat there, for two entire days sitting in blood that would forever change her. 

There was filmed footage that show Patchy is all grown up and beautiful. She has round, chocolate eyes, large breasts, and prominent lips. She is somewhat one head shorter, light brown hair styled with a single ponytail on the top of her head and side-swept bangs in the front. She wears a blue outfit decorated with a floral pattern. In the footage; Patchy begins to play the piano sadly, “I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this--The fourth, the fifth--The minor fall, the major lift--The baffled king composing Hallelujah! Hallelujah….Hallelujah… Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Baby I've been here before, I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch but love is not a victory march--It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah…Hallelujah…. Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Maybe there's a God above, all I've ever learned from love, was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. And it's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light--It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah… Hallelujah…. Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…” She turn to the camera and smiled eerily. The second shot showed Patchy dressing up as vintage dressed, wavy haired girls while smiling and doing this while in other shots show her singing in a creepy, pretty voice that haunts those who hear it: “Pretty women.....Fascinating...Sipping coffee....Dancing...Pretty women, are a wonder. Pretty women! Sitting in the window or standing on the stair. Something in them cheers the air, Pretty women. Silhouetted...Stay within you....Glancing...Stay forever...Breathing lightly...Pretty women...Pretty women! Blowing out their candles, Combing out their hair, Then they leave--Even when they leave you and vanish, they somehow can still can remain...Are there, they're there....” It ends with Patsy shedding a tear and stares at the caged birds as she sings again: “Green finch and linnet bird, Nightingale, blackbird...How is it you sing? How can you jubilate sitting in cages? Never taking wing? Outside the sky waits--Beckoning, beckoning just beyond the bars. How can you remain staring at the rain? Maddened by the stars? How is it you sing anything? How is it you sing?” The scene shows Patchy with her face hiding in her long tresses and singing: “Careful the things you say, Children will listen. Careful the things you do, Children will see and learn. Children may not obey, but children will listen. Children will look to you, for which way to turn. To learn what to be, Careful before you say 'Listen to me', children will listen. Careful the wish you make, wishes are children. Careful the path they take, Wishes come true, not free. Careful the spell you cast, not just on children. Sometimes a spell may last, past what you can see, And turn against you. Careful the tale you tell, that is the spell. Children will listen, Listen…..Nothing's gonna harm you, Not while I'm around. Nothing's gonna harm you, darling, not while I'm around. Demons are prowling everywhere....Nowadays. I'll send them howling, I don't care--I got ways. No one's gonna hurt you, No one's gonna dare. Others can desert you, not to worry, whistle, I'll be there. Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while...But in time....Nothing can harm you, Not while I'm around.” There was a humming sound and Patchy slowly turned to the screen with a soulless look in her eyes. And then, it changed where Patchy begin to do ballet waltz while silent film plays of the monsters as she killed them and finally, she smiled demonically with a goal set to revenge. While this was going on; her beautiful, haunted singing played in the background: “I started a joke which started the whole world crying, But I didn't see, that the joke was on me. I looked at the skies running my hands over my eyes, And I fell out of bed hurting my head from things that I said. I started to cry which started the whole world laughing, Oh If I'd only seen that the joke was on me. I looked at the skies running my hands over my eyes, And I fell out of bed hurting my head from things that I said. I finally died, which started the whole world living, Oh if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.” The scene changes where Patchy twirls as she sang: “I torture you, Take my hand through the flames. I torture you, I'm a slave to your games--I'm just a sucker for pain. I wanna chain you up, I wanna tie you down. I'm just a sucker for pain! Used to doing bad, now we feel like we just now getting it. Ain't got no other way so we started and finished it! No pain, no gain. Never stand down, made our own way. Never going slow, we pick up the pace. This is what we wanted from a young age--No emotion, that's what business is! Lord have mercy on the witnesses. I torture you, Take my hand through the flames. I torture you, I'm just a sucker for pain. More pain--Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging. For more pain; Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging. For more pain. Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging, For more pain...Got me begging!” Patchy stopped and laughed while on the ground. The scene shifts and Patchy is on a stage singing: “Think of me, think of me fondly, When we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while--Please, promise me you'll try. When you find that once again you long, To take your heart back and be free. If you ever find a moment, Spare a thought for me. We never said 'our love was evergreen', Or 'as unchanging as the sea', But if you can still remember, Stop and think of me. Think of all the things, We've shared and seen. Don't think about the, Things which might have been. Think of me, think of me waking. Silent and resigned, Imagine me trying too hard. To put you from my mind, Recall those days, look back on all those times. Think of the things we'll never do, there will never be a day. When I won't think of you.” And lastly, the final footage shows of Patchy singing in a tuneful and vaporous voice: “They say that this youth has set my Lady's heart aflame! His Lordship, sure, would die of shock! Her Lordship is a laughingstock! Should she suspect her, God protect her! Shame! Shame! Shame! This faithless lady's bound for Hades! Shame! Shame! Shame! Serafimo—your disguise is perfect. Why, who can this be? Gentle sister, admit your loving sister. My love—I am called to Chinese Federation on affairs of State, and must leave you with your new maid...Though I would happily take the maid with me...The old fool is leaving! Serafimo—away with this pretense! You cannot speak—but kiss me in my sister's absence! Poor fool, he makes me laugh! Hahahahahaha...Time I tried to get a better better half! Poor fool, he doesn't know! Hohohohohoho...If he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go! Serafimo, away with this pretense! You cannot speak, but kiss me in my—Poor fool, he makes me laugh! Hahahahahahaha—!” And the footage ended. Later; Patchy walked up the stairs and stopped where she heard a crying sound. Patchy closed her eyes and looked to see her mother in Reina’s room and crying. Her mother’s face crumpled, her eyes looked red and puffy while she still wept. Patchy walked over and stood in the doorway as her mother managed to ease on the crying and calm down while being brave in front of her daughter. That’s when Patchy watched her mother dumped something out of a bag and pulled out a necklace of a black cord layered pendant with a light blue crystal. “She would have wanted you to have this, honey. Reina would have wanted you to have this.” Her mother said, putting the necklace around Patchy’s neck. Patchy felt a lump in her throat, tears rolling down and eyes were red. “I shouldn't have suggested we'd go with her friends to that place.” Patchy choked out. “Oh, honey, it's not your fault, it's not your fault.” Her mother reassured her. But Patchy broke down crying, “I feel so bad all the time.”

In the recorded footage; Patchy was walking around the house alone as she is by herself while singing somberly: “How will I start, tomorrow without you here? Whose heart will guide me, when all the answers disappear?  Is it too late? Are you too far gone to stay? This one's forever should never have to go away. What will I do? You know I'm only half without you. How will I make it through? If only tears could bring you back to me, If only love could find a way. What I would do, what I would give? If you returned to me someday--Somehow, someway...If my tears could bring you back to me.” During the song; she begins to cry and couldn’t stop. The second footage where Patchy’s eyes are red and puffy while still crying and begin to sing as she wore a blue corset, striped stockings, fishnet tights and several layers of rags in her skirt: “I'll always remember, it was late afternoon. It lasted forever, And ended so soon. You were all by yourself. Staring up at a dark gray sky...I was changed...In places no one will find, All your feelings so deep inside...It was there that I realized, That forever was in your eyes--The moment I saw you cry.” She begins to cry again in hysterics and sank to the ground, “I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears. And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave, your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase...When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears. And I held your hand through all of these years. But you still have all of me....You used to captivate me by your resonating light. Now I'm bound by the life you left behind. Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams, your voice it chased away all the sanity in me. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase...When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears. And I held your hand through all of these years. But you still have all of me.....I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone, but though you're still with me, I've been alone all along. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase...When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears. And I held your hand through all of these years. But you still have all of me, me, me…..” Patchy hugged her teddy bear as she sheds a tear. The scene switches and there is Patchy is in a church of white and begins to sing in an echoey, pretty and eerie voice while dancing: “Rose…Rose…Rose Red, Will I ever see thee wed? I will marry at thy will sire….At thy will…A thousand years gone by, too late to wonder why. I'm here alone, If in my darkest hour. She rose that fell a flower, I should have known. Rose…Rose…Rose Red, Will I ever see thee wed? Only if you can capture me…Tell me no more stories, And I'll tell you no lies. No one wants to hurt me, But everybody tries. And if you think that I've been waiting, For my planets to align. It's time you go on--Get your things, get up, get out--I'm doing fine, yeah, yeah…For this freedom, I have given all I had. For this darkness, I gave my light. For this wisdom, I have lost my innocence. Take my petals, and cover me with the night…” The images faded where Patchy skips in a garden while singing a disturbing song in that sweet, haunted voice: “Miss Lucy had some leeches, Her leeches liked to suck. And when they drank up all her blood, She didn't give a…Funny when the doctors, Had locked her in her cell. Miss Lucy screamed all night that they, Should go to bloody…Madness is a nuisance, And no one is immune. Your sister, mum or daughter, May become a raving…Ladies are like children, With brains the size of squirrels. Let's give a clitoridectomies, To all the little…‘Fore the night is over, Before you go to bed. They'll take a hammer and a nail, And jam it in your...Headstones in the courtyard, And statues in the park. Are not for the insane, Just leave them rotting in the D-A-R-K. Dark, Dark, Dark, Dark, Dark!” She stops and stares out the horizon. The footage shifts and she switches herself from posing to sitting while singing, “It's not the time, it's not the place. I'm just another pretty face so don't come any closer. You're not the first, you're not the last. How many more? Don't even ask, you're one more dead composer. Do I need you? Yes and no. Do I want you? Maybe so. You're getting warm, you're getting warm, you're getting warmer, oh, oh, oh. Did you plan this all along? Did you care if was wrong? Who's getting warmer now, that I'm gone? Misery loves company, and company loves more. More loves everybody else but hell is others. Misery loves company, and company loves more. More loves everybody else but hell is others. I'm not for you, you're not for me. I'll kill you first, you wait and see--You devil undercover! You're not a prince, you're not a friend--You're just a child. And in the end, you're one more selfish lover. Do I need you? Yes and no. Do I want you? Maybe so. You're getting warm, you're getting warm, you're getting warmer, oh, oh, oh. Did you plan this all along? Did you care if was wrong? Who's getting warmer now, that I'm gone? Misery loves company, and company loves more. More loves everybody else but hell is others. Misery loves company, and company loves more. More loves everybody else but hell is others. Pray for me....if you want to....Pray for me if you care....Pray for me, if your want to....Pray for me....if you dare.....Pray for me if you want to......Pray for me if you care....Pray for me if you want to....Pray for me you fucker....if you fucking dare. Misery loves company, and company loves more. More loves everybody else but hell is others. Misery loves company, and company loves more. More loves everybody else but hell is others. Misery loves company, and company loves more. More loves everybody else but hell is others. Misery loves company, and company loves more. More loves everybody else but hell is others.” As she ended the song; Patchy stares at the screen and begins to smile in a devilish manner. The footage switches that shows Patchy in different clothing: a white corset, striped stockings and several layers of rags that was her skirt. She did some sort of march dance while doing martial arts and begin to sing: “My heart is a weapon of war....My voice is my weapon of choice. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart--A soul for a soul…We fight for our dream, we fight to the death. We FIGHT for control! There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge. A hostile takeover, an absolute rebellion to the end, this is our battle cry. I'm giving you a head start, you're going to need it….‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. We are under attack, what is the body count? I've lost track. If nobody's mentioned how this will end, then I will be the first. There are more of us than there are of you, so SHOW me your worst…There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge. A hostile takeover, an absolute rebellion to the end, this is our battle cry. I'm giving you a head start, you're going to need it…It's so easy to kill, this I learned by watching you. If I have to I will, it's not pretty but it's true, I am through lying still--Just a body to be beaten, fucked--And if I'm lucky, left for dead, so who's scary now? No mercy, it's a bit too late--The game is on, don't run, don't hide, don't wait. ‘Cause if we've got no honor, then we've got no shame. If it's in self defense, then we will take no blame. This is our battle cry….Even if you're only a boy, you can fight like a girl……. I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand.” While singing; Patchy is swinging around weapons and things she’d written about how she was going to kill the Humanitarians! When she stopped singing, she said in a chilling tone: “I’m sending the Humanitarians back to Hell, I’m gonna slaughter them all! I am going to kill every last one of those Humanitarians, I’ll slaughter any of them that crosses my path!” Slowly, she faced the camera and got close into it until she slowly smiled devilishly. And the screen faded to black. 

Dawning of a new day; Stephanie Redford came across the sisterhood that was owned by Patchy Frost and was only joining because the Humanitarians had try to take her friends, failed so they raped and killed Stephanie’s cousins! She stood with a bunch of chatting girls, feeling a little bit shy to speak however she felt excitement in the air. But then, the room got silent as a beautiful and seductive young woman entered the room: It was Patchy--she had an oval face with fine bone structure, a wealth of red wavy hair, and almond-shaped, deep brown eyes with thick dark lashes. Her irises seemed to be a shade darker and Patchy seemed to squint slightly. Patchy was also incredibly theatrical in her movement, exaggerating almost everything as though she had rehearsed any given situation over and over again. Her eyebrows are darker than her hair and are straighter than they are arched. She seemed like she inherited god-like beauty. She wore a revealing pink blouse along with an orange corset, puffy red pants, red suspenders, and matching red shoes. Patchy paced and looked at the girls: “You, right on time…Not bad, but do better--I look forward to your next effort….Hey! Heads up. Shoulders back. Stomachs in. Stand up straight…OK, just making sure.” Patchy said. Stephanie Redford begins to hide in the broom closet that was huge and waited but she wasn’t alone in the closet as they felt somebody in there. “Hey!” The girl protested. Stephanie was surprised, “Sorry.” She said. But luckily, the girl didn’t seem too upset. “That's okay. It's much better than being out there.” She said. “Is that the guard of the sisterhood or something?” Stephanie asked. “Uh-uh. That's the headmistress of the sisterhood, Patchy.” The girl replied. Stephanie gasped in amazement, “You've got to be kidding!” She managed to say. Just then, another girl peeked in and startled the girls. “You ladies better skedaddle. I'm not kidding, Patchy doesn’t allow girls to hide in her or she’ll break it apart.” She said. So, Stephanie —along with the girl—exited from the closet. “I'm Stephanie.” Stephanie introduced herself. “I'm Donna.” The first said, she pointed to the girl and continued, “And this is Clover.” Clover waved. “Is she always like this?” Stephanie asked. “No. It's mostly for scare of the good kind. What she does is worse. Like yesterday, Patchy makes a weekly visit to every room, to make sure the sisters were everything, when all of a sudden there was an intruder who tried to attack.” Stephanie said. “And she caught him?” Stephanie asked. “Of course!” Clover said in a matter of fact voice. “Was the guy okay?” Stephanie asked. “After being thrown out the window? Of course he wasn't okay. He lived, if that's what you mean. He just never showed his face again.” Donna remarked. “Patchy’s weapons are scalpel, razor blades and leeches…Leeches are her specialty.” Clover chatted. Stephanie shuddered. “So she does this all the time?” Stephanie queried. Before any of the girls continue with their gossip; they were interrupted by Patchy’s loud voice. “Listen up! Welcome to the Sisterhood. My name is Patchy Frost, the founder and leader of the sisterhood. I am not your mother, not your caretaker but I am your teacher, your friend, your sister. You will formally address me as ‘Mistress’, clear on that?” The girls answered in unison like soldiers, “Yes Mistress!” Patchy nodded, “Good, OK, we need to take of something…” She looked at her clipboard and continues: “We need to be reminded on what we do here in the sisterhood! We go after the corrupted people that had wronged many innocent lives; Abusive parents, neglectful parents, dysfunctional families that mistreat their loved ones. Those who abused authority to get what they want, predator teachers that paws children and teenagers, even those that are not teachers that are dangerous with lustful eyes while taking advantage of them too! Domestic violence—husbands abusing their wives and wives abusing their husbands. Let’s be clear, domestic violence does not discriminate gender—at all! Understood?” The sisterhood replies, “Yes Mistress!” Patchy paced around while talking loudly, “We punished criminal children, sociopaths that don’t show any remorse, people who abuse the elderly, racists, sexists, bullies and people that discriminate. They need to be punished, but if they do show remorse—spare them mercy, got it?” The sisterhood girls cried out in response: “Yes Mistress!” Patchy sustained to speak, “To those nurses and doctors that did wrong to patients, even in mental asylums that done this many times, to those that didn’t care in the world and are greedy. Those wealthy bastards who put down on other people as commoners and those so called commoners, the rich referred them as, needed to be more respected. Got that? All those corrupted like this, must be punished!!!!” The girls of the sisterhood cheered. It was then Patchy turned to Stephanie while reciting, “Step right up, we bring to you the finest entertainment. And I am pleased to be your humble servant. Accept our hospitality, indulge in abnormality--I do this as a gift, not for employment. Come see our girls, crazy girls! If you're willing to be thrilled, this is a hell of a ride! Those girls, crazy girls. They're hot, they're nuts, they're determined! To see these lovely freaks of nature for a limited time! Come see the girls of the Sisterhood! Some are born mad, some achieve madness. Some have madness thrust upon them. This is the real thing my friends, guaranteed 100 percent, authentic, mentally-ill! Accept no imitations! Why? We’re homicidal! One day we’ll find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Humanitarians' foreheads for she and her friends--this is very good and the game is over – this was their revolution! We’ve got the tools, we’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity, we’ve been trained by the very best. We must eradicate the Humanitarians as revenge is a dish that is best served now! And I believe I’m friggin' gorgeous!” She screeched and the girls cheered. Patchy took a breath and looked while ranting, “The Sisterhood are criticize and judged for who we are…mentally over-stimulating, too much serious conversating, organized religion-hating, sinful un-wed copulating, marriage without pro-creating, male-mind manipulating, chronically hallucinating, certainly there's no debating, some we just find fascinating, women's rights facilitating, independent thought creating! But it’s not like that as we are something more…Our hearts is a weapon of war, our voices is a weapon of choice. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart--A soul for a soul. When we fight--we fight for our dream, we fight to the death. We fight for control! Those poor people are under attack and victims to the Humanitarians, what is the body count? I've lost track. If nobody's mentioned how this will end against the Humanitarians, then I will be the first. There are more of us than there are of you, so show me your worst!” The girls cried out in agreement like men do in the war. Patchy held up a finger and said, “Let me say something, there is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge. A hostile takeover, an absolute rebellion to the end, this is our battle cry. I'm giving you a head start, you're going to need it. Even if you're only a boy, you can fight like a girl! It's so easy to kill, this I learned by watching the Humanitarians. If I have to I will, it's not pretty but it's true, I am through lying still, to be beaten, screwed--And if I'm lucky, left for dead, so who's scary now? The Humanitarians will be shown no mercy, it's a bit too late--The game is on, don't run, don't hide, don't wait. If we've got no honor, then we've got no shame. If it's in self defense, then we will take no blame.” That’s when she faced her sisterhood and gave out a shout and speech. “What is it time for?” hollered Patchy. “It’s time for war!” The sisterhood replied loudly. “What is it time for?” Patchy exclaimed. “It’s time for blood!” The girls bellowed vocally. “What is it time for?” Patchy shrieked. “It’s time for TEA!” The sisterhood shouted. “Why is that?” Patchy demanded. “Somewhere it’s always time for tea!” The sisterhood shouted. “What else?” cried Patchy. “The Tea Party Massacre will end the Humanitarians!” The sisterhood shouted. “What are we?” Patchy asked loudly. “We’re homicidal!” The sisterhood replied in unison of shouts. “What are we gonna do?” Patchy screamed. “Find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Humanitarians' foreheads!  The sisterhood screeched “How come?” demanded Patchy. “This is our revolution!” protested the sisterhood with pride in their yells. “How?!” yelled Patchy. “We’ve got the tools, we’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity, we’ve been trained by the very best. We must eradicate the Humanitarians as revenge is a dish that is best served now!” The sisterhood cried, “Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate!” 

Soon, Patchy Frost and the girls got a call to about the Humanitarians are attacking the mall so the girls headed over there! Patchy pushed shells into the shotgun's chamber and worked the pump. Crouching there behind the counter, she raised the gun and aimed at a Humanitarian glaring, and fired. His lower jaw disappeared in a flash and he hit the floor. She took two steps in that direction when a female Humanitarian pushing a mercifully empty baby carriage rushed clumsily at her. Patchy worked the pump and fired again. Her aim was uncanny and its head exploded in a gray haze spraying her with flesh confetti. She kicked at the still rolling baby carriage and pumped the gun. The Humanitarians were closing on her with alarming speed. Her chances of reaching the hall were now very slim. Desperately she looked around trying to find the most likely spot to break through. Just a few feet to her right a group of teenage Humanitarians. They were in low-slung sweatpants and basketball jerseys began to chuckle in breathless voices. Suddenly her desperation turned to fury. She fired wildly into the teenagers, killing them all. One more Humanitarian appeared behind her but Patchy held the empty shotgun like a bludgeon awaiting his inevitable attack. Proud of herself; she swung the gun. But went further into the room and found something disturbing: There was a Humanitarian guy pulled a chrome .38 pistol out from behind his back and put it to his temple. The frown on his face curled up into a smile and suddenly he winked at me as his head explode outward and splatter against the wall. He raised his head up to look at me with blood filled eyes. The flesh was starting to peel away off of his face and he opened his mouth to expose a mass of maggots that had begun feeding on his tongue. The Humanitarian man say in a gurgling failing voice. “You’re just like me and you’ll end up just like me.” But he is kicked as his body fell apart as it was devoured by the maggots it seemed to be hosting. “Nothing but food for the flies! Hahahahahahah!” When Patchy turned away, she saw something more sickening: The Humanitarian girl begun peeling off her clothes frantically. She stripped down to her underwear in silence. The girl begun to claw at her skin leaving long bleeding scratch marks over her chest and stomach. The girl was tearing chunks of her own flesh off now and discarding them on the ground with her clothes. And finally peeled away the skin from her torso exposing the bleeding muscle beneath. Fat and sinew fell off of her shredded body as she removed more and more of her skin. Her slimy blood drenched hand reach out and grab on while her shredded flesh pressed to my body. The skin began to slough off her face leaving bulging eyeballs in an exposed bloodstained skull. Her lip-less mouth opened and she leaned into with a protruding tongue. “Food for the flies…You’re going to rot with the maggots, sweetie.” She taunted but Patchy used a machete and killed the Humanitarian in pieces with Patchy panting, then she exclaimed at the top of her lungs: “You can take everything dear to me. Hell, you can have the entire human race, ya freaks! But this world is Mine! Ya hear me? MINE!!! IT'S THE MOST PRECIOUS THING IN THE WORLD, YOU GONNA BE SHITTIN' BRICKS WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU COCKSUCKING FUCKERS!!!!!” Thus; the mission was over! They were all killed as Patchy and the other girls headed back to headquarters. Later, Patchy wore a frilly light top with a dark stripe down the middle and dark puffy pants. That's when she begins to sing to herself: “My heart is a weapon of war....My voice is my weapon of choice. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart--A soul for a soul…We fight for our dream, we fight to the death. We fight for control! There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge. A hostile takeover, an absolute rebellion to the end, this is our battle cry. I'm giving you a head start, you're going to need it….‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand….” Patchy wears several layers of garments that look like rags, and span from white lace to striped fabrics, fishnet and striped stockings, boots and burlesque heels. Her bright red hair which she always styles her hair in eccentric ways, she back combs her hair a lot, she wears dreadlocks and she curls them to look like an industrial porcelain doll. She does the same thing for her makeup: she often paints her eyes like a doll, and she uses black, red and white when it comes to makeup, clothing and hair. She has a very strong brand and image, besides having a beautiful voice and unique style. Patchy's attire resembled to a Victorian-inspired ragged doll, and perfectly matches her persona. She described her favorite music style of “fantasy rock” and “cabaret”---She refers to it as “Psychotic Vaudeville Burlesque” which perfectly fits her fashion sense as well. It was perfect for her role to addressed the Humanitarians and remind them of who they are dealing with.