by Small Child » Mon Jan 21, 2013 1:53 pm
Looking away from Nicholas, she smiled. "These behave?" she asked in a high, delighted voice, pulling them each into the room, and sitting them at the seats. "We're going to play house. Nick is a daddy, I'm a mummy, and dolly's the baby. Janica is mummy, the intruder," she shot a glare at Conner, "is a daddy, and you are the kids," she pointed at the rest. Dropping the doll into the cot, she dashed to the kitchen, and dug out all the non-perishable foods, salts, canned foods, and glasses of water, which spilled everywhere. "You eat, and then we'll play. You toys won't get broken," she finished, then giggled at Janica, telling her that they should leave for a little bit, but go up the stairs. She then left, walking up the small staircase down the blackened hall, and crawling on all fours to to a hold in the floor, which was in the corner of the play room's roof, above the closet. She moved so Janica would have room, and watched them all curiously, waiting to see what they would do. If the ran, she'd put them in the time out cellar with the other broken toys.
Thinking back on the broken toys, she relized the nurses, or some of them- the ones who weren't found, might still be alive.
Conveying this message along, she walked to the kitchen, into the kitchen, taking up an old milk bottle, washing out the glass, and a can of beans. Biting open the top, she made her way to a hole in the open room, falling through one of the beams, and crashing to the floor. Stepping through to the old wing, she hauled a large hunk of the concrete away, and kicked at the thick, metal chained door. It creaked open, and she peered into the blackness.
"Are any toys awake?" she asked, and a muffled whimper arose from the corner of the room. Jody dropped in, and walked to the bloody girl, half her face still weeping. The other half was intact, and her foot was broken so that it twisted backward. There were black and yellow bruises covering her top to toe, and Jody smiled, ahnding her the food. "Stay alive, toy. You remember me, don't you?" she asked, and the poor woman shook her head.
"You refused to give me my dolly," she said in a throaty growl, and the small lady shuddered.
"Jody Reins?" she whispered hoarsly, and she nodded, grinning. "I didn't die, ma'am. And neither will you. You're a toy I will break into behaving," she whispered, then stepped back into the shadows under the door, jumping up, backward, slamming it shut. "The toys will all behave," she murmered darkly, her strides long, her eyes black, and her loping movements controlling.