Angels And Demons

Marionette's/Beginning of Something horrible...

Susan had always been a very sweet girl, she always listened to her mother and father, she played with her older brother, and she always brushed my hair and took care of me. I could never talk or move, only hear, and see. I was only a doll, Susan's mother had always said, not very important. Susan always defended me, and if I could have said thank you, I would. Instead I stayed her, always with her, the best of friends. Susan's mother was often confused to why Susan had called me Marionette when I was a porcelain doll, Susan always said she liked to carefully tie string around my hands and my feet, then put on shows as if I was a Marionette. And it was true, though with my large human size she had trouble holding me up, she still loved to put on shows with me for her stuffed animals. "Would you like another cup of tea, Mary?"

"Of course I would Susan, thank you!" I thought in my head, unable to talk.

"Here you are Mary! Would anybody else like tea?" Susan and I were having a tea party with her favorite stuffed animals, her teddy bear and her stuffed rag doll. I often wondered if they could see like me, or if they could hear too. It would be nice to be able to ask, but of course my mouth was stuck forever together, and everyone else's mouths were merely sewn on. But even without speech I was happy, not to mention custom made for Susan. Because although she was a sweet girl, she was deathly ill, and friends never came to visit. To make her feel better, her father custom ordered me, with my green eyes and long black hair, and pale porcelain skin. He also ordered me to be life size, so I was five foot three inches. I was much taller than Susan, who was only seven years old. Her sickness always kept her inside her large room, filled with toys for her, and even a real wood playhouse in the corner, with a balcony on top. It only went a few feet off the ground, but once Susan had dropped me off of it, and I got a large crack along my forearm. Susan had felt terrible, but knew that I had forgiven her the second she did it. I couldn't feel pain anyway. She had cared for me carefully, wrapping my arm in bandages, and laid me in my bed in the playhouse, which she called my house for fun. We were inside of it then, having the tea party. From the position I was sitting, I could see a little fake kitchen, with pretty white lace and pale pink trim. Behind me was a white bed with lacey pink sheets and a pink teddy bear. Suddenly, in the middle of pouring water, our makeshift tea, into her cup, she fell of the ground, jerking and screaming. Her older brother ran into the room, and picked her up to carry her out. He knocked me over in the process, making a long crack across my left eye. I didn't care about the crack, it simply blurred my vision a bit in one eye. But I needed to be sure that Susan would be okay, she had been sick for a long time, but never before had that happened. I was scared that she wouldn't be okay, so instead of going to sleep I simply laid where I was, waiting for something, anything to happen.

I hadn't been counting how long I had laid there, unable to stare at anything but the exit to the playhouse, and a bit of the kitchen. I knew though, as soon as I saw the dust on the shelves, the spider webs in the corner, I had been laying there for months. I started to panic inside, wishing I could run and see what had happened. But then the door creaked open, and Susan's older brother walked into the room. I felt a flutter of hope, but somehow, I knew that Susan was gone. He walked into the playhouse, looking as if he was arguing with himself, unsure of what to do. A few seconds later, he sighed and picked up a toy duster hanging on the wall. He started to brush away the bugs, and the dust. After he was done, he picked of the knocked over chairs, first mine, then with tears in his eyes, Susan's. He set me back onto my chair, and brushed my hair, with care like Susan had done it. A few second later, her burst into tears, falling on the floor and shaking. It was a sad sight, Susan's brother John had often come into this room to play with her, and he was on his way to do so when she had fallen on the floor, consumed by the sickness. I couldn't see him sitting on the floor, sobbing and rocking himself back and forth, but I could hear him, and I could imagine the sadness, because I felt it for myself. I wanted to be able to scream, and cry. But I could only sit there, the stupid smile forever stuck on my face. It was then I lost it, every bit of my sanity. I hated being stuck like this, with Susan it was bearable, but without her? I couldn't do it anymore I forced my eyes to narrow, and there were faint crunching sounds, from me making myself able to move, I then forced open my mouth, and let out a terrible bone chilling scream, letting out only a small amount of anger I had always cooped up. John stopped crying, and look at me, I whipped my head around to look at him, faint cracking sounds following, almost a satisfying sound. "Where is Susan?" I said in a high soprano that seemed to be my voice.

"What the hell?" said John, shaking with fear. I always knew he never liked how I looked, creepy in his opinion. Of course he would never tell Susan...

"Where is Susan? I said a bit more calmly, but still furious.

"This is some weird dream, I need therapy or something."

It was with the last of his disbelief I screamed again, and stood up, the cracking sounds a bit louder. Although it wasn't painful, I felt crack starting to come along all of my body where I didn't have joints. I could finally unbend my elbows, and reach up high. I stood at my full height of five foot three inches, much shorter than John but somehow still intimidating. John shook on the floor, somehow still not running. After a moment of enjoying the satisfying cracking, I smiled an evil grin. I needed to get rid of the anger that bubbled inside of me, and I knew exactly how I would. I smiled and looked and the vase on the middle of the table, I snatched it up and carefully took out the dead flowers, laying them back on the table. I then threw the vase onto the floor, John still just sitting on the floor, unmoving despite the long amount of time I was giving him to run. I almost wanted him to run, it would make it much more fun. But instead he lay on the floor, even when I picked up a particularly long and sharp shard of the glass vase. I smiled at the makeshift weapon, and walked towards him slowly, stretching my legs. I was walking, like any human did. I smiled again, the evil grin growing. As soon as I was standing next to him, I looked at the faint blue veins in his arms, and got a beautiful idea, that was very well suited with my name. I traced around the veins carefully, John making little whimpering sounds. A small amount of bloody flesh was visible, a beautiful sight. Once I had traced the veins in each arm, I carefully pushed my fingers underneath and round them, then viciously pulled up. John screamed in pain, and I smiled, it made me happy to hear the pull of the veins, and the sound of his screaming. I didn't even care is someone else was home, but from the lack of John calling for help I was sure that we were alone. The veins held strong, not breaking from the force of being pulled. I took advantage of that and made him my marionette doll, pulling up on his arms until he stood upright, and made him dance like Susan had done for me so many times before. After I had had my fun, and the veins broke off from his body, I strangled him to death with the remainder of the veins. The thing that puzzled me, is that he didn't once struggle, almost as if he was greeting death, but I was almost certain her still just thought it was a dream.

Once he had stopped moving, and I couldn't hear the beating of his heart, I dropped him to the floor, and smiled and the corpse. It was then I heard the door creak open again, and Susan's parent's walked in. "John we just got home, are you in here?" I didn't panic, I just sat on the chair, sitting in the stiff position I had been forced in for so long. Susan's mom walked into the playhouse first, screaming at the mess on the floor. Susan's father followed, and looked straight at me. I was staring at the wall, looking at him from the corner of my eye. I let my eye flash towards him, and he jumped back. I almost laughed, but I couldn't blow my cover...

"Holly... It's the doll..."

"Jacob what are you talking about it couldn't have been the doll!" Holly said through tears."

"Look at the blood on it!"

Shoot, I had forgotten about the mess I made.

"Jacob that ridiculous, come on let's call the police. Someone is in here, trying to scare us with the damn doll."

"You're probably right..." Said Jacob, as they left the room. I only had a small amount of time, so I rushed around as quickly and quietly as I could, intentionally leaving a few bloody footprints coming out of the playhouse. I pulled my ridiculously long hair out of my face, and grabbed one of the backpacks that had come with my order. I stuffed it full of a few clothes, the dead flowers from the vase, and some of the knives form the real kitchen, downstairs. I snuck out of the house, running towards freedom...

To be continued...

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Well... This is the beginning of a terrible, and awesome, don't forget the awesome part. I hope you guys liked it... and if you didn't i understand, because I'm not a very good writer. ANYWAY. 

Thank you for reading :3