𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠 ✔️

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

A folder was slammed on headmaster Beacons desk. His sharp dark brown eyes snapped to his co-worker, Abigail Gunner, who was vice principal and in charge of recruiting new students for our school.

"Arabella Davis." She said then pointed at the folder. "17 years old, orphaned at the age of five." She said. He stared at her while twirling his pen in absolute boredom.

"And you are telling me this for?" He asked, his British accent sharp. Abigail smirked then leaned over to open the file.

"Arabella was in a home when she all of sudden killed the male of the orphanage." She looked at the headmaster. He looked at her in boredom.

"So has many of the kids here at our school." He said twirling his ring. Abigail smirked.

"The foster mother claims Arabella eyes turned completely white killed the foster father with a knife then did the same thing to his friends but with a pool stick. After she was done, the foster mother said her eyes went back brown, sat down on the couch, and picked up her doll. Arabella claims she. Doesn't. Remember. A. Thing." Abigail said while smirking. Beacon sat up and grabbed the folder.

He opened it and looked at the photos. Close ups of dead bodies were scattered in it. He got to the last page and it was a picture of Arabella holding her bear staring back at him. He smirked.

"Where is she now?" He asked staring at the picture in amazement.

"Mental asylum in Ohio, has been out there for the past 7 years." Abigail said. Beacon smile widened.

"She's going to be an amazing protégé." He said.

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A buzzer sounded as the door slide opened. A tall blonde woman stood on the other side with a clipboard in her hand. She smiled at both Beacon and Abigail.

"Welcome Mr. Beacon and Ms. Abigail. My name is Doctor Bride. Right this way. She's in her room right now." She turned and made her way down the long hallway. The lights flickering as they made their way down it. "She's been here for the past 7 years. We give her the proper medication to keep elevated and stable. She is actually well behaved, we never have to go extreme measures with her. There are times when she gets a little sassy but that's only when she's being woken up or when her play time is up."

Abigail eyebrows furrowed, "Play time?" She asked. Doctor Bridge smiled.

"We allow our patients to have what you call free time. We provide them with a variety of things. For instance, musical items, play cards, books, and tv but with few channels. So they can get a feel of normal lifestyles" She said. Abigail and Beacon looked at each other.

"How lovely." Beacon said monotonously. They stopped at dead weight door. Doctor Bridge pulled out a set of keys and picked one then unlocked the door. We stopped at another door where she put her hand on the panel. It scanned her hand then blinked green then she pulled her glasses down leaned her head forwards where it scanned her eyes.

"Access granted. Welcome Doctor Bridge, what patient are you seeing today?" It asked.

"We are seeing Patient 143, Miss Davis." Doctor Bridge replied. The door opened and what came into view was an elevator. The doctor stepped on and then turned. "Right this way please."

Abigail stepped on then turned to look at Beacon. He sighed and murmured, "Good heavens. This is outrageous." He said then stepped on.

"We're ready." The doctor said.

The shut and then they were being taken down. The elevator stopped and the door slid open slowly. They were met with a dark grey room where a only a desk, chair, and bed sat. The desk had crayons and a coloring book on it and the chair was pushed back a little. They stepped more in the room and there she sat.

Beautiful as a rose, sat Arabella Davis. Her hair stopped just above her waist but it was pulled into a pony tail but a few strands have escaped. Her eyes were almond shaped but a bit bigger. Her petite nose sat perfectly on her face. Her putty lips were slightly pink. Her brown skin shimmered from the barred window where sunlight was coming through.

Arabella was seated on the bed crossed legged, her doll in lap and was brushing back its tendrils. She was so lost in her own world that she didn't even hear them come in.

As they made their closer to her the doctor pulled out a syringe from her pocket. Abigail noticed and shot her hand out, grabbing her wrist. Doctor Bridge head snapped to hers. Abigail's eyes menacing.

"That won't be necessary, Doctor Bridge." Beacon said. She looked at them in shock.

"But' she could hurt you. You have to knock her out in order to get her where she needs to go." She rushed out. Beacon turned to look at her then leaned in close.

"I guess we would just have to take that risk. Won't we?" He whispered. He reached over and took the syringe from her hand. He threw it onto the floor and crushed it with his Gucci dress shoe. He then looked at the doctor and smirked his eyes crazed a bit.

"All the best people are crazy. Aren't they?" He said chuckling a bit. He finally made his way to Arabella, who was still lost in her own world. When he sat down sat next to her her brushing faltered a bit.

He smiled softly, "You finally acknowledged our presence?" He said tilting his head. She stopped then her eyes snapped to his then went back to her doll.

"Can I help you with something?" Her voice was like honey. Smooth and sweet. He smiled then looked out the window.

"Would you like to go to school, sweetheart?" He asked.

Her eyes flickered to his then a smiled spreaded across her face.