Chapter 5-Mary's job

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(Update! Easter holidays! Sorry if this one is a bit short but the next chapter is where things happen... And hopefully it's longer! Anyway, enjoy!)

|Mary|

In bed at last. After the fight with Bigby, I was completely worn out. It wasn't easy making copies of myself you know. I guess I just needed more practice and to try harder. But that amount of power could kill me, but if the worst was to happen I bet it'll be totally worth it.

As I drifted to sleep, I remember what Bigby had said to me about Snow. His voice rung in my ears, giving me a headache. How come he got to have all the fun while I just stay on the sidelines? Messing with Snow was enjoyable, but nothing was more enjoyable than us fighting. Or me killing.

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted when I teleported through the mirror into someone's bathroom. A girl, about twelve years old, froze in horror as she looked behind her to see me. The lights were out, but the room was lit by small candles on the sink. I love traditions, oh and she was shaking. Great. My eyes glowed as I took my knife out.

"Well, what have we got here?" I grinned as she stepped back.

"Oh my god! You're real?!" She whispered. Her eyes widened in fear.

"Yes, and I recall I was trying to sleep when I ended up here. Now, that's a little out of order, isn't it?" She started to breathe heavily as I took a step towards her. I loved them like this.

"Please Mary! I didn't mean to do it! I thought it wouldn't work! Don't kill me!" She said between breaths. She was hyperventilating. No, I wasn't going to let breathing kill you, you bitch. That's my job.

"But, how do I know you've learned your lesson? What will you tell your little friends if I let you live? I wouldn't want the whole world knowing my secret," I took another step towards her as she backed into the corner, cowering in fear.

"P-please Mary! I-I'm sorry! I won't say a thing I swear!" She tried to scream, but I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to the floor.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, that's not how this works. You don't leave this room alive," I whispered, pulling her up and covering her mouth.

"Don't worry, I'll make this quick," she started to squirm but I slit her throat before she could blink. Her body dropped to the floor as I licked the knife and put it back in my pocket. Some bled more than others, depending on where you cut them. This one bled a lot. Must of cut her straight through, but they don't call me Bloody Mary for nothing.

I heard footsteps approach the door, where people were knocking and banging, shouting to see if their kid was alright. She was far from dead. I peered over her body to find her eyes were still open. I closed them and wrote on the mirror it's me with her own blood. Then they kicked down the door just as I sprinted through the mirror.

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I returned to my room, stumbling out of it like an idiot. I was getting better at teleporting, but it took extreme concentration and focus to master it perfectly. What a night.

Blood was dripping from my hands so I went to the bathroom to wash them. It wasn't often that people would do that anymore. Obviously they were learning not to say my name five times in the mirror, as I haven't been murdering anyone recently. But unfortunately for them, whenever it happened, they never escaped alive.

I sighed and stared at the mirror, at me. I reached to put my hand through it, revealing my true form. My normal human hand turned pale white, and glass slowly grew out of it. Blood started running from my arm as my nails grew as long as Bigby's claws. The real me was beautiful, and it always made Bigby uncomfortable when he saw me like this. I enjoyed being feared, but he was the opposite of me. He's probably killed just as many people, yet he tries to forget the past. I live in the past.

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