xRandom Third Person P.O.V.x
Molly walked along a dirt path in the forest. The sun was going to rise soon which meant she had to soon bury the body she was dragging along behind her. She looked up at the tall trees above her and smiled softly. The darkness didn't effect her vision too much so she could see pretty clearly. She looked a little lower noticing a few deer staring at her and then running off. It would have been a rare peaceful moment for her, if she wasn't holding a shovel in her right hand and dragging a stiff, cold, and very dead corpse with her other. Her gaze soon fell on the dirt path and the ruble along it, her eyes dimmed a little. She was thinking about how she had to leave Raighn. She and Toby carried an unconscious Raighn into Slenderman's office. She would have waited for Raighn to wake up but Slenderman had sent her on a very important mission. She had to walk Splendorman back home. Splendorman didn't like to teleport too much, mostly because he didn't have very much company to talk to. It didn't really require ninja skills but she did have to watch her back while walking past, because Splendorman couldn't resist the urge to braid her long, dark, brown hair. As they walked, he talked about how lovely it was to have someone to talk to, other than the birds. While he talked, he would pick a few white flowers and put them in her hair. She didn't mind walking or talking with him, he was the most pleasant monster she had encountered in her new life. She sighed at the thought and settled for a spot to bury the body. She gently set it down and started to dig into the dirt. As she would dig her braid would fall back and forth, over her shoulder and tickle her shoulder blade. But soon her mind wandered back to Raighn. She didn't know if she was alright, and if she would be mad that she had to give her a shot. Molly was just being the worry wort she had always been.Then the memory of Raighn's blade pressing against Molly's throat flashed through her mind. She set the shove against a tree and sat beside it. She let her head hang a little low as she thought back to the night Jeff and Eyeless Jack were in her brother's room. Jack was going to take his kidney..she tackled him...Jeff almost pissed himself from laughing too much. She set her head back against the tree and smirked at the thought. Jeff was completely outrageous. After Clockwork had brought Molly to Zalgo and would take some of his proxies to his meetings with Slenderman, she got to know Jeff. He was a hot head, almost killed Jane, almost was killed by Jane, liked Molly's cooking, was almost killed by too much of Molly's cooking, could smell Molly's cooking if it had been buried six feet under, and was a major influence on Molly. She really liked Jeff with mixed emotions but he had helped her come up with her little catch phrase. Her lullaby. "Hush little ___, don't you cry, Or I'll stab you until you die, And when your dead, oh my gosh, I'll throw your body in the marsh And when mommy want to know where you are I'll give her, her new life long scar So learn your lesson and don't cry Or this will be your last lullaby."
She smiled a little wider thinking about it and how "stabbing" wasn't her thing, but his tribute. But then her mind switched over to Toby. Yeah she kinda like, liked Toby but she could also see him as family, unlike Jeff, he was something else. But when she first talked to Toby, she thought so much of him. She didn't get to talk to him that much after his sister died. And after the first five days at school, his mom took him into homeschooling but they still talked and would hang out every now and again. Toby had killed his dad around the time Molly ran from home with Clockwork. Those memories made Molly tear up a little, but she wiped them away with the back of her hand. Molly looked over the hole she had dug and sighed, pushing herself off the ground. She cleared her throat and started to sing softly, "Hush little Buddy, don't you cry.." She heaved the small lanky corps from the ground and watched as the cloth he was wrapped in fall from his face. He looked at peace because she hadn't killed him, he starved to death. She would walk past him as she marked off names on her list. He would smile at her and wave. And she would give him a few dollars, besides the twenty she once gave him. She would sit and talk to him when not on assignment. He was a veteran, but his wife left him when he got home. The bitch kicked him out into the streets and he was too depressed to find another place to live. He had lost everything when he lost her. Molly let a tear fall as she looked at his hallowed face. He knew what she did and sometimes he'd send her after a few people that would beat him for fun. She happily killed them. But when it was his turn to lay cold and dead in the street, she wasn't about to let that happen. As she took a shaky breath in she turned to the hole she started to sing again "Or I won't be able to kill another guy...and when he's dead, Oh my gosh.." She slowly set his body into the hole, "I can't wait to see you smile..and when you ask me to stay a while.." She softly laid the cloth back over his face and whispered out of tone, "I happily will." She sobbed there a little with her head buried in her hands. She remembered his story's and the time they spent together. He felt like the grandpa she never had. Or like a father. She bit her lip, he was more like a father to her. She hadn't thought of it as that. She started to cry a little harder. Soon after she lightened up, she stood, dusting her knees off, and started gently tossing dirt into the hole. She started to sing again, "I'll gladly accept the new victims file...I'll practice what I preach and try not to cry.." Soon the hole was filled with dirt and she had fallen to her knees again. As she started to pick the flowers in her hair out and lay them over his body she sang her last verse, "Because I knew sooner or later you would die.." She sat there in silence for a few minutes with her head hanging. She sniffed, wiping the tears from her face, and stood up. She took the hair bow and two sticks and formed a cross and stabbed it into the ground above his head and whispered as she regained her composure," You always told me about how no one cared, how highly you thought of me, and how you wanted to be buried in the direction of the sunset." She looked behind her and looked through the small hole that would allow the sunset's light to pour in on his grave, "Your little helper made it happen. Or it will when the days over." She looked down at the mound of dirt, "It'll be a while but I'll come back when it happens. I promise." She said picking up her shovel and continuing along the path to the Creepypasta mansion. She wondered again if Raighn was alright.
And realized not all killer's hearts are made completely of stone.
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This is a chapter written by Blood Luna, my friend :P Check out her book The Creeps, it's really good :D Dark Shadows and Scary Dreams!!!!!!!!!
~Angel
