Two more ficlets
Two more longer ficlets!
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[name] wiped her brow. A line of red traced down her face, like a tear or a drop of sweat. But it was neither. [name] inhaled slowly. Smoke and dust filled her lungs. It was the smell of home.
Slowly, [name] lifted her hands. She reached up and grabbed the gun sitting on the shelf.
Just minutes ago, she had a dagger to her forehead. If she didn't speak, she'd die. If she didn't let IT out, she'd die. If she did, she'd be let free with nothing more than a scar to remember it. "See, not that bad." the cloaked stranger had said after gashing open a new wound in her forehead.
She didn't even know why IT was so important. She wasn't the only one who knew; it wasn't exactly a secret. And if it was meant to be a secret, it certainly wasn't very well kept. [name] reached up to the side of her glasses and turned a small wheel, holding out her gun in front of her with her other hand.
Looking around, there was only black. A flash of navy blue, then, more black. She walked around, feeling her way like a blind octopus, from room to room. Every time something moved, she shot. She shot the tree. She shot the rat. She shot the slinky, bouncing down the stairs. Wait, what was a slinky doing there? She walked on.
Slowly, she crept into the kitchen. The warm inviting smell of chocolate chip cookies tempted her, but no. Midnight snacks would be later. She grabbed one quick cookie and put it into her pocket, moving on to the dining room.
The dining room was perhaps the most perfect and brightest room in the house. Bordered by a large sliding door with a window to the right, its elongated table and chairs were never used. In fact, they hadn't been used since IT.
Something hung in the air. She could smell it. It was no familiar smell to her, but it was foul, and she loathed it already. Despite this, she trusted her instincts, and followed it to the living room.
The living room was where there were things everywhere. Books and toys on the floor. A toy train was half set up, going around an unfinished puzzle in a huge circle.
A stuffed clown sat on the couch, grinning at her. It was a moment like this that had made her afraid of clowns in the first place. She put the clown face down on the couch. Much better.
There was a noise. [name] spun around and shot at it. Oops, that was a raccoon. Thank god for the fact that her gun was empty. There was a new case of bullets on the bookshelf. [name] climbed onto the couch to reach it.
"Play with me." An insanely jolly voice cried. [name] screamed. She jumped off the couch. It was just the clown. It was just the clown. She tossed it aside and found the bullets, loading them into her gun.
[name] crept outside. "I know your name." Said a voice from behind her. She spun around. No one was there.
"I know where you live." She spun around to face the voice again. Still nothing.
"I know what you did last summer." Okay, this was getting really creepy. No one was there.
"I DIED last summer." This could only mean one thing. [name] spun around.
"Dad?" she asked. The corpse, drenched in blood, glinted in the moonlight. It grinned like a maniac. The grin seemed awfully familiar...
The corpse held a dagger to her throat. "Join me, [name]. Join me. Join me..." The corpse's voice faded and slowly turned into "Play with me. Play with me."
[name] awoke with a start. The first thing she did after she'd realized what had just happened is look for her dagger.
That morning, she stabbed her stuffed clown to death.
Based off a song I'll post later called 'Homicidal Bridal'.
Serenity gave a small, fake smile. There she stood, white gown flowing, veil waving out behind her like a villain's cape. "You look beautiful." Her mother gushed. She sighed slightly. A lifetime of pretending to be happy was certainly not enough, but she wasn't about to tell that to anyone.
"Thanks, Ma." She said softly. She had never been one to talk loudly. She always sat quietly in her corner until the time was up. There was always something better she'd rather be doing, but there was no point in creating hope where there was none. And oh, there was definitely none.
Serenity's mother walked out of the room, her in her purple dress. If only her father was alive to give her away, she wouldn't be doing this. If only he hadn't taken anti-depressants before consulting his doctor. If only if only. If only his anti-depressants weren't those that led to suicide.
Slowly, she turned to look into the mirror. She knew it was bad luck to do so, but it's not like it could get much worse, right? She was getting married to the man she loved. Perhaps the only man she had felt any feeling for in her entire life. Well, the only one still alive. What a day to mourn.
Serenity swallowed the malignant lump in her throat. Her reflection sent her death glares. She was insane, that was it. She'd plead insanity. Insanity was always a good way out. But what good was revenge if you get out of it unharmed? Was revenge supposed to hurt you, via Karma, or was it revenge if you got away with it?
Click. Her purse opened. She turned to see that no one was looking, then closed the door and locked it, ensuring her privacy, even if just for a few moments. Hey, it was hard not to be nervous with the task at hand, right?
Slowly, Serenity withdrew a gun from her purse. But where to keep it? She sat down and held it in her lap. They wouldn't allow her to carry a purse into the church, and if she hid it in the bouquet, she might forget. Then if she threw the bouquet after deciding to follow through with the wedding... she shuddered at the thought.
Her fingers ran over the gun. The barrel, the trigger, the handle, back to the trigger.... She stopped. Why was she doing this again? She couldn't even remember. Even more evidence that she had reached the island of insanity. She bit her lip, going back to her choice.
Could it fit in her dress? Perhaps. She made an attempt to store it down the front of the dress. It poked and jabbed at her ribs uncomfortably. She pulled it out again. Where else could she hide it? It may fit in the tangle of hair piled atop her head. And if she had something to fasten it to her leg, she could be like one of those women spies in the movies.
Serenity peeked into the room where the wedding took place. The cake was being brought in. As it passed, she grazed it with her pinky. It had been poisoned with cyanide earlier that day, just as planned. It was just enough poison so that anyone who had a slice of cake would die once the ceremony was over. A back up, in case she didn't follow through.
She licked her pinky. Flavored like bitter almonds, just like requested. Well, not exactly. She had switched the flavoring with the cyanide. She spit on the ground, to make sure she wouldn't be poisoned herself. Her saliva glistened in the fluorescent lighting, winking at her, telling her it was almost time. As if she didn't know.
Serenity checked the clock. Everyone would be filing into the church right about now. The little church, isolated atop a little hill, too far away for anyone. No electricity. No cell phone service. Nothing but perfection outside her window. Not exactly a dream wedding, but whatever.
Her hand felt cold. Perhaps this was some premarital stress syndrome? Maybe she was getting cold feet? No, it was not the marriage she was afraid of. She may be a commitment phobic, but she loved this man enough to deal with it. She felt dizzy. Inhale, exhale, she reminded herself as she sat in the chair by the window.
As the doors opened, Serenity stepped in. Green met brown. Green blinked. Brown stared. Green looked away. Her eyes wandered down at her dress, then to the delicate curves carved into the posts. People whispered left and right. Was it her they spoke about?
She looked at the people surrounding her. The people who cared for her. The nephews and nieces hiding their bags of cookies and their gameboys from the priest. The old ladies remembering the last time they walked down the aisle. All the way to the mother who stood at her side, giving her away.
Despite the thoughts running through everyone else's minds, it wasn't the perfect wedding. Serenity had to walk slowly as to not trip over the dress. The aisle seemed to go on forever. It seemed too happy, what with all the balloons, flowers, and blindingly white cake. Her pessimistic side hissed all the flaws. And worst of all, her gun was jabbing her skin.
Serenity paid no attention to what the priest said. It wasn't until she heard her name that her ears perked up. "I do." She spoke through her gritted teeth once the priest was done speaking.
"I do." The voice next to her said once the priest was completely silent. She turned to face him and he turned as well, ready to plant a kiss on her perfect lips. Their faces were inches apart before a metal circle met the tuxedo-clad groom's mouth.
"One last kiss before you die." Serenity whispered into the man's ear with a smirk. Her breath prickled his ear and she slowly kissed his cheek. Drawing away, it left a mark. Her mark, the one she left on the first victim of a homicide.
With an evil grin, she pulled the trigger. Chaos had already ensued, but she hadn't noticed. No one was able to escape the locked doors. No one could call the police or even their families. Her mother had already fainted at the sight of the gun itself. As the gun wedged itself up in his mouth, the bullet ran through the front of her now-husband's skull.
Serenity could barely tell what she was doing anymore. It was like someone else had taken over her body as she shot wildly. Left and right. She shot the priest. She shot the groom's family. She shot the kids. She shot the gameboys. She even shot the figure atop the cake. Slowly, as she shot, she made her way towards the door.
She shot one last person and the body hit the ground. Wow, that was quick. Bloody corpses littered the floor. Murder in a church, much less on her wedding day, was too ironic for her needs. She pulled the key she had stolen out of her dress and unlocked the door. She stepped into the car labeled 'Just Married'. "Drive" she ordered, and the driver did.
You see, the driver was in on it too. He drive and he drove. He drove far away. Serenity slipped into the front seat with him. She stared out the window blankly. What was there to live for? She had killed everyone she cared about. She was wanted in four states already. She looked off the cliff's edge, less than a foot away from the car.
Slowly, Serenity raised her gun to the driver's head. "Drive off the cliff." She said in her sweet, bone chilling voice. The driver's eyes were wide and he did nothing. "Do you know the meaning of the word 'carjack'?" She asked to emphasize her point. And the driver obeyed. Neither was seen alive again.
No one knows why she did it. Her life was perfectly fine. Her husband wasn't cheating on her and she wasn't cheating on him. It's just what she did. She married men, then killed everyone, ran away, and changed her name and got plastic surgery and died her hair. One thing's for sure; she took after her father.
Serenity Elizabeth Bones was buried in a white room with white roses. No one ever visited her little gravesite and the little town of Rhodes was forever still once more. Well, not exactly forever....
Enjoy... if you dare. >:D
w00t!
[name] wiped her brow. A line of red traced down her face, like a tear or a drop of sweat. But it was neither. [name] inhaled slowly. Smoke and dust filled her lungs. It was the smell of home.
Slowly, [name] lifted her hands. She reached up and grabbed the gun sitting on the shelf.
Just minutes ago, she had a dagger to her forehead. If she didn't speak, she'd die. If she didn't let IT out, she'd die. If she did, she'd be let free with nothing more than a scar to remember it. "See, not that bad." the cloaked stranger had said after gashing open a new wound in her forehead.
She didn't even know why IT was so important. She wasn't the only one who knew; it wasn't exactly a secret. And if it was meant to be a secret, it certainly wasn't very well kept. [name] reached up to the side of her glasses and turned a small wheel, holding out her gun in front of her with her other hand.
Looking around, there was only black. A flash of navy blue, then, more black. She walked around, feeling her way like a blind octopus, from room to room. Every time something moved, she shot. She shot the tree. She shot the rat. She shot the slinky, bouncing down the stairs. Wait, what was a slinky doing there? She walked on.
Slowly, she crept into the kitchen. The warm inviting smell of chocolate chip cookies tempted her, but no. Midnight snacks would be later. She grabbed one quick cookie and put it into her pocket, moving on to the dining room.
The dining room was perhaps the most perfect and brightest room in the house. Bordered by a large sliding door with a window to the right, its elongated table and chairs were never used. In fact, they hadn't been used since IT.
Something hung in the air. She could smell it. It was no familiar smell to her, but it was foul, and she loathed it already. Despite this, she trusted her instincts, and followed it to the living room.
The living room was where there were things everywhere. Books and toys on the floor. A toy train was half set up, going around an unfinished puzzle in a huge circle.
A stuffed clown sat on the couch, grinning at her. It was a moment like this that had made her afraid of clowns in the first place. She put the clown face down on the couch. Much better.
There was a noise. [name] spun around and shot at it. Oops, that was a raccoon. Thank god for the fact that her gun was empty. There was a new case of bullets on the bookshelf. [name] climbed onto the couch to reach it.
"Play with me." An insanely jolly voice cried. [name] screamed. She jumped off the couch. It was just the clown. It was just the clown. She tossed it aside and found the bullets, loading them into her gun.
[name] crept outside. "I know your name." Said a voice from behind her. She spun around. No one was there.
"I know where you live." She spun around to face the voice again. Still nothing.
"I know what you did last summer." Okay, this was getting really creepy. No one was there.
"I DIED last summer." This could only mean one thing. [name] spun around.
"Dad?" she asked. The corpse, drenched in blood, glinted in the moonlight. It grinned like a maniac. The grin seemed awfully familiar...
The corpse held a dagger to her throat. "Join me, [name]. Join me. Join me..." The corpse's voice faded and slowly turned into "Play with me. Play with me."
[name] awoke with a start. The first thing she did after she'd realized what had just happened is look for her dagger.
That morning, she stabbed her stuffed clown to death.
Based off a song I'll post later called 'Homicidal Bridal'.
Serenity gave a small, fake smile. There she stood, white gown flowing, veil waving out behind her like a villain's cape. "You look beautiful." Her mother gushed. She sighed slightly. A lifetime of pretending to be happy was certainly not enough, but she wasn't about to tell that to anyone.
"Thanks, Ma." She said softly. She had never been one to talk loudly. She always sat quietly in her corner until the time was up. There was always something better she'd rather be doing, but there was no point in creating hope where there was none. And oh, there was definitely none.
Serenity's mother walked out of the room, her in her purple dress. If only her father was alive to give her away, she wouldn't be doing this. If only he hadn't taken anti-depressants before consulting his doctor. If only if only. If only his anti-depressants weren't those that led to suicide.
Slowly, she turned to look into the mirror. She knew it was bad luck to do so, but it's not like it could get much worse, right? She was getting married to the man she loved. Perhaps the only man she had felt any feeling for in her entire life. Well, the only one still alive. What a day to mourn.
Serenity swallowed the malignant lump in her throat. Her reflection sent her death glares. She was insane, that was it. She'd plead insanity. Insanity was always a good way out. But what good was revenge if you get out of it unharmed? Was revenge supposed to hurt you, via Karma, or was it revenge if you got away with it?
Click. Her purse opened. She turned to see that no one was looking, then closed the door and locked it, ensuring her privacy, even if just for a few moments. Hey, it was hard not to be nervous with the task at hand, right?
Slowly, Serenity withdrew a gun from her purse. But where to keep it? She sat down and held it in her lap. They wouldn't allow her to carry a purse into the church, and if she hid it in the bouquet, she might forget. Then if she threw the bouquet after deciding to follow through with the wedding... she shuddered at the thought.
Her fingers ran over the gun. The barrel, the trigger, the handle, back to the trigger.... She stopped. Why was she doing this again? She couldn't even remember. Even more evidence that she had reached the island of insanity. She bit her lip, going back to her choice.
Could it fit in her dress? Perhaps. She made an attempt to store it down the front of the dress. It poked and jabbed at her ribs uncomfortably. She pulled it out again. Where else could she hide it? It may fit in the tangle of hair piled atop her head. And if she had something to fasten it to her leg, she could be like one of those women spies in the movies.
Serenity peeked into the room where the wedding took place. The cake was being brought in. As it passed, she grazed it with her pinky. It had been poisoned with cyanide earlier that day, just as planned. It was just enough poison so that anyone who had a slice of cake would die once the ceremony was over. A back up, in case she didn't follow through.
She licked her pinky. Flavored like bitter almonds, just like requested. Well, not exactly. She had switched the flavoring with the cyanide. She spit on the ground, to make sure she wouldn't be poisoned herself. Her saliva glistened in the fluorescent lighting, winking at her, telling her it was almost time. As if she didn't know.
Serenity checked the clock. Everyone would be filing into the church right about now. The little church, isolated atop a little hill, too far away for anyone. No electricity. No cell phone service. Nothing but perfection outside her window. Not exactly a dream wedding, but whatever.
Her hand felt cold. Perhaps this was some premarital stress syndrome? Maybe she was getting cold feet? No, it was not the marriage she was afraid of. She may be a commitment phobic, but she loved this man enough to deal with it. She felt dizzy. Inhale, exhale, she reminded herself as she sat in the chair by the window.
As the doors opened, Serenity stepped in. Green met brown. Green blinked. Brown stared. Green looked away. Her eyes wandered down at her dress, then to the delicate curves carved into the posts. People whispered left and right. Was it her they spoke about?
She looked at the people surrounding her. The people who cared for her. The nephews and nieces hiding their bags of cookies and their gameboys from the priest. The old ladies remembering the last time they walked down the aisle. All the way to the mother who stood at her side, giving her away.
Despite the thoughts running through everyone else's minds, it wasn't the perfect wedding. Serenity had to walk slowly as to not trip over the dress. The aisle seemed to go on forever. It seemed too happy, what with all the balloons, flowers, and blindingly white cake. Her pessimistic side hissed all the flaws. And worst of all, her gun was jabbing her skin.
Serenity paid no attention to what the priest said. It wasn't until she heard her name that her ears perked up. "I do." She spoke through her gritted teeth once the priest was done speaking.
"I do." The voice next to her said once the priest was completely silent. She turned to face him and he turned as well, ready to plant a kiss on her perfect lips. Their faces were inches apart before a metal circle met the tuxedo-clad groom's mouth.
"One last kiss before you die." Serenity whispered into the man's ear with a smirk. Her breath prickled his ear and she slowly kissed his cheek. Drawing away, it left a mark. Her mark, the one she left on the first victim of a homicide.
With an evil grin, she pulled the trigger. Chaos had already ensued, but she hadn't noticed. No one was able to escape the locked doors. No one could call the police or even their families. Her mother had already fainted at the sight of the gun itself. As the gun wedged itself up in his mouth, the bullet ran through the front of her now-husband's skull.
Serenity could barely tell what she was doing anymore. It was like someone else had taken over her body as she shot wildly. Left and right. She shot the priest. She shot the groom's family. She shot the kids. She shot the gameboys. She even shot the figure atop the cake. Slowly, as she shot, she made her way towards the door.
She shot one last person and the body hit the ground. Wow, that was quick. Bloody corpses littered the floor. Murder in a church, much less on her wedding day, was too ironic for her needs. She pulled the key she had stolen out of her dress and unlocked the door. She stepped into the car labeled 'Just Married'. "Drive" she ordered, and the driver did.
You see, the driver was in on it too. He drive and he drove. He drove far away. Serenity slipped into the front seat with him. She stared out the window blankly. What was there to live for? She had killed everyone she cared about. She was wanted in four states already. She looked off the cliff's edge, less than a foot away from the car.
Slowly, Serenity raised her gun to the driver's head. "Drive off the cliff." She said in her sweet, bone chilling voice. The driver's eyes were wide and he did nothing. "Do you know the meaning of the word 'carjack'?" She asked to emphasize her point. And the driver obeyed. Neither was seen alive again.
No one knows why she did it. Her life was perfectly fine. Her husband wasn't cheating on her and she wasn't cheating on him. It's just what she did. She married men, then killed everyone, ran away, and changed her name and got plastic surgery and died her hair. One thing's for sure; she took after her father.
Serenity Elizabeth Bones was buried in a white room with white roses. No one ever visited her little gravesite and the little town of Rhodes was forever still once more. Well, not exactly forever....
Enjoy... if you dare. >:D