What is life without some entertainment?
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The screams of a woman told the group all they needed to know what was happening.
They ran in the direction the noise had come from knowing that she was here.
As expected, they were right. It was her.
A figure stood over a dead body. The hood of her blue hoodie was pulled over her head, leaving a shadow to cover her eyes.
She slowly turned to look at the group of four and grinned a toothy grin.
"Ah, its you..."
"You damn bitch, thanks to you I have an ugly scar on my side!" L.J said through clenched teeth.
"Ooh, poor little Jack..." Sam feighed sympathy. "But I think scars are pretty. They even tell stories, isn't that cool?"
Everyone stayed quiet, making sure to keep their distance from the now trembling girl.
"So you're the one that's been stealing my kills, huh?" A masked man said from the front of the group. The mask was white with feminine-like features, his brown hair stuck out from behind it.
"Hmff, so what if I did?"
L.J watched with silent antisipation as the person behind Sam snuck closer to her, a scrap of cloth in hand.
"I can kill whom ever I want. Its not like you got dibs on 'em."
The person got closer to Sam, he was merely a metre away now.
All eyes darted from the person to Sam. It seemed that they were running out of things to say that would stall her enough to get to her.
As if sensing something was wrong, Sam spund on her heel and kicked the person sideways, pushing him to the ground.
Damn! Sam thought as the person layed passed out from the lack of air.
"Quick!" The masked man shouted and lundged at Sam with a rag in hand.
Before Sam could react, the rag was pressed to her mouth, suffocating her.
Her chest felt tight as she kicked and squirmed under the tight grasp of the four.
"Tsk, just give up already!" She heard a familiar voice say angrily.
No, I won't!
L.J sighed and forced Sam down. The masked man pressed down on the rag even more.
The last Sam saw was a blurred dark haired figure cover her eyes with a white cloth before she felt her muscles weaken and her eyes roll to the back if her head.
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"Hey mommy, look at these feathers, aren't they pretty?" The young girl held up her hands to show the mother the multicoloured feathers she had found.
"Yes, Poky, they look very pretty. You know, you should turn them into something...."
The mother began to play with her daughter's shiny brown hair. Its ringlets bounced as the mother fluffed the top of the head.
"Mommy...where's daddy?"
The mother hid her sad look with a smile.
"He's gone on a holiday sweetie."
"He's been gone for a long time. Do you think he might come back?"
The mother replied with another smile and hugged her daughter. She was a pretty little thing, almost like a doll.
Her blue eyes were always curious and full of wonder. Her smile was as bright as the fire they sat beside.
If only they could stay in that image forever.
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"...Mommy?" The young girl went to pat her mother's shaking shoulders as she sat on her knees, her head buried into the soft blue sheets of her bed.
The mother sniffled. "I'm fine Poky, really."
The young girl sighed and hugged her big teddy to her chest. The white rabbit stayed limp in her grasp.
"M-mommy...who are those men outside? They have guns!"
The mother's head whipped up to look at the window. As warned, two tall men lurked outside, they wore black hoodies and carried a big gun each.
As quick as the men had appeared the mother took her child to the back of the room and shoved her into a wardrobe.
"Stay here Poky! Be quiet and stay there!"
The child did as told, watching with teary wide eyes as her mother faught the first man with no problem at all. The second man was more strong and didn't hesitate to use his gun.
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Sam woke up with a start.
It seemed like she had overslept or something. Although she couldn't remember ever falling asleep, espesially in a bed.
She looked around the room startled. The room seemed dark, its walls were black and white, black curtains hid the window and stopped any light from seeping in.
Little rag dolls sat atop dusty shelves on the wall. Some had buttons for eyes and some had smiles sewn into their little pale faces.
Sam shivered. How she hated dolls with a passion.
Just as she was about to get up out of the bed, she heard footsteps coming from outside. There were two or more voices, they came closer and closer.
Sam stopped and ducked back into the covers, her back faced the door and her hair was strewn everywhere, like a waterfall of white.
The door creaked open and three pairs of feet scuttled in.
The first to talk was familiar. It was Laughing Jack. "Tsk. I still don't get why you lot won't let me torture her at least a liiiiiittle bit."
"We told you," the second voice said. It sounded like a young boy, about twelve or less. "Slender needs her because of her tallents. We need to know for sure who and what she is before letting her stay."
Slender? 'The hell is this Slender person?
L.J grumbled and sat at the end of the bed. She could practically feel his eyes watching her.
She felt someone touch her hair gently, their hand was small and childlike.
"I like her hair, its so soft!" It was a girl who spoke. She giggled as she continued to play with Sam's hair.
"Sally, maybe you can play with her hair later. Right now we shouldn't touch her."
The girl - Sally - sighed. "Why not BEN? She's pretty."
"Yes, yes, but just to be safe..."
L.J laughed one of his creepy laughs and sighed dramatically. "Maybe Benny-boy would like to kiss the sleeping beauty awake?"
"Shut it, clown!" BEN replied.
Sam, still pretending to sleep, listened to the sound of feet walking accross the floor and out the door.
L.J chuckled and stroked Sam's hair. "Hmm...soft."
Grrr...you leave me alone you freak!
Sam tried to stay calm and plan out how she'd escape, despite how hard it was to ignore the clown. That was when the clown interrupted her thoughts entirely.
"I know you're awake, little meatbag." He said into her ear with a laugh. "Nice try though."
