The Story of Mona D. Lanius, A.K.A. The Painter

Chapter 1: Mona’s Crybaby Backstory

Mona grew up in a very privileged and lavish lifestyle, her parents being insanely rich as they are the inheritors of a pharmaceutical empire. Living together in a literal mansion and in a mostly white, gated community no less. She had a relatively average childhood, her parents, although having a tendency to be distant due to working all the time, were supportive of Mona and gave her absolutely anything she could ask for.

Mona lived as a recluse however due to her deformities and an extreme sensitivity towards sunlight that forced her to stay inside at all times, usually cooped up in her bedroom, painting and drawing the day away, having exhibited great artistic talent at a very young age which her parents encouraged.

Mona’s unusual appearance is due to the fact that she’s a product of incest, the Lanius family having practiced inbreeding for generations, believing in a false notion of keeping it within the family in order to keep their bloodline “pure” and while Mona’s parents looked completely normal they were emotionally and mentally stunted and had a lot of health problems that they mitigated with their practically limitless access to drugs.

Mona meanwhile is the complete opposite as she is extremely intelligent and has superb health but is heavily deformed. Her deformities include full body vitiligo, extreme photophobia (a skin condition identified by an allergy towards sunlight), Marfan Syndrome (longer than average limbs) in her arms, legs and fingers, extreme ocular albinism resulting in her black colored irises and silver pupils, as well as larger than average eyes, a minor cleft lip and Kyphosis (hunched back).

On top of being a budding, talented painter, Mona has many other skills and talents that she acquired through her rich parents encouraging to take up as many hobbies as possible in an effort to make her more “cultured” and make up for her physical appearance. These hobbies included sculpting, photography, sewing, gymnastics, hunting (as well as cutting and dressing meat) and musical talents with the violin and piano as well. Her high intelligence allows her to pick up on things quite fast.

Although having a love for art, Mona had aspirations of being a surgeon when she grows up, having a lifelong fascination with organs and blood even at a young age but also having a strong desire of being appreciated and accepted by others in spite of the way she looked. Mona would spend her days reading medical books and “practicing” on her stuffed animals, tearing them apart and stitching them back together.

Mona also developed a fascination with drugs and narcotics and the effects they have on people and would sometimes experiment with them by slipping one of dozens of substances she could easily gain access to due to the nature of her parent’s career into the drinks of house guests or friends of her parents, doing so not out of malice but because she was a curious child who didn’t know better.

It also didn’t help that her parents didn’t do much in teaching young Mona about morals or boundaries and although Mona was an intelligent, shy and even gentle child who wouldn’t hurt a fly if she could help it, Mona would end up doing a lot of questionable things during her informative years such as taking roadkill into the house and pretending they were her pets and breaking into people’s homes in the dead of night out of curiosity of how they lived.

Young Mona became something of an urban legend in her community due to her appearance and reclusive nature, people who would see glimpses of her from her bedroom window believed she was a ghost due to her chalk white skin and dark hair. Even her parents rarely acknowledged her in a public light, no one outside of the gated community they lived in even knew of Mona’s existence.

The neighborhood children would throw rocks at Mona’s window while the braver ones would even try to break in and get a good look at her, those who did were either frightened or would mock her relentlessly, calling her a “monster” or “freak girl”, breaking her beautiful paintings and even physically assaulting her, such as pulling her hair.

The worst thing these brats have done was force her out of her home during the day after becoming aware of her sensitivity towards light, the harsh rays of the sun caused Mona’s skin to literally boil, causing her to scream and cry from the worst pain imaginable as she began to smell like burnt sausage.

It took months for the the burns to properly heal.

Severe social detachment, relentless bullying from purebred white kids and living with a distant and equally vapid and egotistical family who secretly resented the way she looked would all culminate in Mona becoming extremely resentful and emotionally detached from people to the point where she began to view the world and humanity as a whole as just “ugly and wrong”, which would play into her complete lack of empathy and morals as an adult, as well as her motives as a serial killer.

By the time she was thirteen years old, Mona held a vehement, deep-seated hatred for people, every person she ever came across at this point hated her for just existing when she did nothing to them. The only human beings she didn’t feel this way towards was her parents, who she loved very much and deemed them as the only good people in her life and possibly the world… until one fateful night.

The tipping point for Mona would come when she secretly listened onto a conversation between her mother and father while they were shitfaced drunk, mocking their daughter and relentlessly criticizing the way she looked, calling her a disappointment and even a “freak”. Mona was immeasurably heartbroken at the words that her own parents, the only human beings she thought actually loved and cared about her have said.

Something inside Mona had finally snapped.

In a rage, Mona murdered her parents with an axe, relentlessly hacking away at their bodies long after they died in a hellish fury of blind rage, her screams of rage and despondent cries were suddenly turned into maniacal laughter that contrasted the streaks of her tears pouring from her black eyes.

Mona, now completely covered in the blood of her parents, lied on the floor with her bloody hands covering her face as she struggled to catch her breath, a whirlpool of powerful, conflicting emotions and thoughts scrambled her brain. She then looked upon the chopped up pieces of her hacked up parents and in the scattered gore she felt an overwhelming sense of inspiration in the gory display. She retrieved a needle, lots of thread, paint and a canvas from her room.

Mona stitched together the many scattered limbs and pieces of her mother and father together in a two-headed, frankensteinian doll and then painted an abstract depiction of this monstrosity on her canvas, titling it “Mother and Father”.

Mona was in awe of the works of art she created, she took something as ugly as her vapid parents and turned them into something that was, in her mind, beautiful and worthwhile. Her tears, once of profound hurt and sadness, become tears of joy as she gazed upon the beauty of her creations.

Mona has found her calling, she has decided that she will use her talents as an artist to twist the ugliness of the world around her into beautiful works of art, maiming, butchering and gutting her victims and then immortalizing them in her paintings, capturing the beauty of her murders and the pain she inflicts forever. After burning down her house with her parents remains inside, Mona took nothing but the clothes on her back, some cash from the family vault and a few art supplies and jumped the gates of her neighborhood, disappearing into the night.

It was at this moment, that the most infamous serial killer in American history was born.

Chapter 2: I’m The Painter, Baby

The next ten years of Mona’s life would be a macabre display of unrelenting depravity, having murdered at least a hundred people in the following decade, subjecting them to some of the worst pain and torture imaginable before immortalizing the beauty of their pain either in the form of her infamous paintings, their bodies turned into works of art themselves, or sometimes both.

How Mona managed to avoid capture by police in this span of time despite how prolific her murders would become can be contributed to a multitude of factors, such as how wildly her methods of killing varied (making it difficult to place a motive), how indiscriminate she was in choosing her victims, willing to go after anyone whether they be men, women, the young, the old, the disabled, literal infants etc., how often she moved around, causing investigators to believe a lot of her murders were unrelated and generally how elusive and nimble she was.

It was only when a collection of some of her paintings were discovered in a storage unit that she purchased under an alias where these murders would finally be traced to her and even then, this is exactly what she wanted. Mona always planned for her paintings to be discovered when the time was right, every artist wants to be recognized for their work after all, and now that she has perfected her craft, she was ready to show the world the extent of her artistic genius and the beauty they bring into a hideously bleak and pointless world.

It was throughout this time that Mona’s sexuality started to spiral out of control as well, having begun her career as a serial killer during her pubescent years, she quickly started to sexualize her murders and experimented with everything from sadomasochism to necrophilia, literally fetishizing the pain and death she subjected her victims to and those who’d die relatively quickly were the lucky ones, the depths of her twisted creativity being the stuff some would believe only the Devil could conjure up.

To say Mona was beginning to “mix business and pleasure” was an understatement.

Mona would also become a seasoned cannibal at this point, gaining a taste for human flesh and blood the moment she first tasted it when she had nothing else to eat, having a distinct preference for raw meat as well (the heart and brain being her favorites) and it would be human meat that would become her main source of nourishment for years to come, with the occasional rat or cockroach here and there.

Mona lives a very transient lifestyle that requires her to move frequently in order to avoid capture but she has chosen multiple locations in where she would alternate between and even live in for extended periods of time when the time called for it, such as to rest and focus on her paintings. Mona chose to squat in places that have been long abandoned and rotting from the inside out, typically far removed from human contact as well, such as in the case of the lighthouse and the paint factory.

This is both out of necessity to avoid unwanted human contact/police potentially catching up to her as well as the fact that she found an odd sense of comfort in these places despite growing up in a literal mansion, preferring to sleep in an open grave and spoon a rotting corpse than in a warm bed. Just another testament to her detachment from humanity.

Although harboring a deep hatred for humanity for the majority of her life, there would come a day where Mona would meet a man that would change her life forever, the only human being that she would actually feel something other than complete revulsion towards, a man that would make her life brand new in the most vile way possible.

That man’s name is Bill Collins.

Chapter 3: Down Bad for The Paintussy

Bill Collins was an undiagnosed psychopath, being plagued with extremely violent and depraved thoughts all his life that stemmed from mental illness that ran in his family, mental illness that was also amplified by extreme abuse thrusted onto him by a strict, Naval officer father and religious trauma given to him by his devout, schizophrenic mother.

Bill struggled to keep his violent impulses in check on a day to day basis but he did his best to keep his demons at bay for the sake of his family and career but he would have moments where he got to “vent” his repressed thoughts such as by torturing animals whether they be stray pets or animals he would find on his frequent hunting trips.

He also had a reputation of being very “overzealous” as police officer due to his constant battle with violent, intrusive thoughts, he was the kind of guy you would think of when you thought of the phrase “police brutality” and his partner, Nathan Cole had to reel him in on a nearly daily basis.

It was keeping these violent desires at bay that lead him to being very depressed and shameful of himself and he would frequently try to drown these feelings either by distraction himself with hobbies or by getting shitfaced at the local pub but all that would change when he would meet someone very special…

Mona broke into Bill’s house to murder him and his family but was ambushed by Bill, anticipating that she would come after finding her painting in his home, which at this point, was a calling card of her’s, planting one of her paintings in a victim’s home, sometimes weeks before actually committing the murder. It helped that Bill was following her case, not in the sense of doing investigative police work but out of admiration.

Bill pinned Mona to the floor with his full weight on top of her lanky, emaciated form, hand wrapped around her throat and a knife pointed at her heart. Bill was literally drooling like a wild animal as his dilated pupils stared into Mona’s black, abyss-like eyes, barely able to contain his excitement as he would finally be able to live out his murderous thoughts on a real person. However, Bill’s murderous intent would only be match by a sudden wave of arousal.

As Mona and Bill looked into each other’s eyes, they saw themselves in the other and for the first time in Mona’s life she felt true love, she found someone who truly “gets it”. Mona gave Bill a crooked smile and said “go ahead, do it”, her voice laced with twisted, sultry arousal which Bill picked up on almost instantly.

Bill’s wife than came into the room where she saw him pinning the intruder down but before she could say anything, Bill lunged at her and slit her throat, much to Mona’s surprise yet equal delight. Bill, with almost no questions asked would then assist Mona in killing his own daughters and help dispose of their bodies.

It was actually Bill’s idea to cut off one of his arms, doing so in order to add it to the blended up slurry that was now the rest of the Collins family in order to throw off investigators and lead them to believe he was dead. It was shortly after that where Mona told him to cut off his own face, acting as a symbolic gesture of letting go of the false life he lead before meeting her and embracing his true self, which he did.

Bill was never happier, the man he pretended to be was gone and he has fully embraced what he was always meant to be, a monster. Mona found what every artist needed, a muse and Bill found what he was truly missing from life, a soulmate. Mona truly understands Bill and loves him for the bloodthirsty animal he is and Bill will always have unrelenting love and devotion towards Mona for finally freeing him from the “delusion” he was living.

Mona and Bill at this point became a certified, serial killer power couple. Bill does most of the murders, acting as a muse for Mona’s paintings. Mona has the utmost love and admiration for Bill’s brutality, considering his murders to be high art all on their own.

Bill meanwhile deems Mona’s methods of killing to be as beautiful as she, focused yet brutal and overflowing with originality. Overall, Bill’s murders like a wild animal, chaotic and brutal, while Mona is more focused, planned out and applies more twisted creativity when killing.

They were truly meant to be.

As Mona and Bill’s relationship progressed, becoming more and more depraved as a result, Bill’s mind would also deteriorate, the former police officer becoming more animal like to the point where he would speak only in animalistic growls and willing to attack anything that moved in order to protect his beloved Mona, a result of fully embracing his Id combined with a diet composed completely of medication cocktails and whatever bodily fluids Mona gives to him as a treat.

Mona, perhaps unsurprisingly, was perfectly fine with having a guard dog for a boyfriend now, going as far as giving him a collar.

Bill Collins, once a highly respected and revered officer who could’ve gotten help for his internal struggle he was just more open for his mental health, threw his life away to fulfill his darkest fantasies and eventually reduced to becoming the pet of the most depraved and prolific serial killer in the past decades… and all for it to end by him being shot to death by his former partner.

And yet, if given the chance, he would absolutely do it all over again.