by Small Child » Mon Jan 21, 2013 4:38 pm
{ - Lines, love, lines. - }
Shaking her head, she sat and watched their reactions to the screaming from below. Rocking the doll absently, she rolled a curl between her fingers, hoping she would get a new toy. One that would break and behave. But this group were behaving- that wasn't so bad, she supposed to herself, but breaking them was an awful lot of fun.
Though she knew she couldn't break these, not yet. They needed to enter the wing, see her poems, see their home. They needed to know everything, every memory. The nurse had tried, but then she attempted to leave. The girls didn't want that. So the bad toy was smacked, chained, and attacked, like the nurses did to the girls. All of them. Her eyes darkened dangerously at the memories slowly recuperating in her head. Yes- those matrons were very bad, they punished the children. No food, whippings, locked in the cellar. And now she gripped the beams, all of the thoughts coming back. She clenched her fists, tearing at the wood as she felt her demonic lust for revenge. Forgetting that anyone was below her, she kicked the roof through, and smiled maliciously at the group.
She dropped the doll to the cot, and snarled at anyone who looked at it.
"Excuse me," she growled, and stepped so that her back was to the hole, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and her eyes were fixed to nothing. A dark mist had clouded her thoughts, and she grunted, that animal instinct that had depleted when the group arrive in full regaining it's strength. "MOVE!" she ordered to the group, and fell back, crashing through the beams, through the play room, and onto the back room floor. This had been more sleeping quarters. She stood and hyperventilated, the exhileration of the fall coursing through her veins. She made her way to the hall where they had started out, and looked up to the group who had been watching here from the stairs. Running up to them, she grabbed two or three and held them close to her face, silently requesting for Janica to do the same with the remaining free standing of the group.
"This is what happens when toys dont behave," she snarled in their faces, her voice deep, not masculine, but echoing. Her normal voice drifted under it, but faintly. She then turned and hauled them down the stairs, smashing a hole into the wall toward the back of the hall- far enough from the old wing. She pulled them through, and opened the door again, to snatch someone's torch, shining it onto the face of a pretty young lady, half bloodied and torn, the other showing off her hispanic features.
Ordering one of them to shine the light on her, she dropped into the stepp cellar, and performed one of the killings in a bloody, gruesome way, making sure that Janica forced them to watch.
When the body fell limp at her feet, she turned her gaze to them, a flashlight on her face. Red ooze glistened across her face, and her eyes were spraking almost. "This is what happens!" she roared.
Her expression then softened, and her face paled as a retching sound erupted from the back of her throat. She fell against the wall in a violent coughing fit, her hands pushing into the concrete.
When she finally looked up at them, her eyes were white, and she jumped into the group, wiping her chin. "Don't make me have to break you toys," she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears. "I don't like breaking my toys... Janica- I'm sorry I broke our toy..."
{- If I could, I would go into more detail, but... Anyway, it's confirmed. I've got problems! I enjoyed writing this, as you can tell from the massive post. - }
