Behind The Bars

PROLOGUE

"Alouette, gentille alouette

Alouette, je te plumerai

Aloutette, gentille alouette

Alouette, je te plumerai

Je te plumerai la tete

Je te plumerai la tete

Et la tete

Et la tete

Alouette!

Alouette!

O-o-o-oh~"

The woman sang in French as the rain continued pouring down from the outside. She stopped singing when the song finally came to an end and turned her head to the guest. "Do you know that song?" she asked sweetly.

The tied up hopeless man on the chair viciously shook his head and attempted to scream but only came out as a muffle due to the cloth covering his mouth.

"Do you understand French?" she changed the question. The man shook his head once again and continued screaming with a cloth on his mouth that refrains him from speaking properly. "I see... Well, that's a shame" she frowned.

She didn't waste another second before critically stabbing him directly on the chest. The man died shortly after and when he did, the woman clicked her tongue in disappointment.

"That's no fun... I expected you would fight for your life" she pouted. She took the cloth from the man's mouth and used it to wipe off the blood from the blade of her knife. "I was even hoping you understood French. Now, I wasted my voice over nothing..." she sighed.

Her frown soon turned into a smile as she looked at the only remaining living person she held in captive. "Well, whatever. You're next, Mae~" she sang as she clapped her hands in delight.

Her ears perked up when she suddenly heard the front door creak from downstairs. The creak was followed by footsteps coming to her direction and as the sound got louder and louder, she waited for the door to open with a knife on her hand.

"It's Mama and Papa!!" she said to herself ethusiastically. When the door opened, she received shocking reactions from the two married couple.

"Happy Anniversary!!" she greeted the two on their special day.

Their faces were scrunched up in shock and fear. They obviously didn't expect dead bodies lying around the floor or blood splattered everywhere on the walls, especially coming from their own daughter.

"H-Honey u-uhhh... S-S-Sweetie? Wha- What is t-this..?" the mother asked, horrified. "It's your present!!" simply replied the daughter. "T-This must be a prank.. H-Haha-ha...!!" laughed the father in disbelief.

"But Papa, this isn't a prank!" she frowned. "T-This is fucking crazy...!! I'm calling the police!!" her father stated as he started grabbing his phone from his pocket. "NO!!" the girl shrieked.

"HONEY, RUN!!" the mother shouted to her precious husband. Undortunately, the husband didn't make it in time as it was too late. He was already shot by his own daughter.

"NOOO!!!" the wife cried. She looked at her daughter in horror and brimmed in fear. "P-Please...!! Don't!!" the mother begged. The daughter just smiled at her mother and reassured her. "Don't worry, Mama! He's just sleeping! Now, it's your turn!".

"N-!!" it was too late for the mother to finish her sentence when she just received the same treatment as her husband. "It's just a tranquilizer needle! You two worry too much!" she laughed at their stupidity.

She grabbed the machette from the bedside table and grinned from ear to ear. "Now then...". She went back to the spot where her parents fell unconcious and placed the blade inches away from her father's hand. "...For the fun part..."

She suddenly remembered that she forgot about the tied-up woman from the back and smiled widely. "Watch and enjoy the show~" she laughed. The girl struggled to get away but each time she tried, it only results to failure. "You know, it really is a pity. I was planning on keeping you alive but you're just really annoying right now". The killer finally grew tired of her and immediately snapped her neck, making her dead on the spot.

She went back to the unconcious couple and prepared her weapon.
She sang the song again but this time, it was in English. Each time she sings a line, she chops atleast one part of the body according to the song's lyrics. 'Let's start with you, Papa~' she decided.

" Little skylark, lovely little skylark

Little lark, I'll pluck your feathers off"

Rip

"-I'll pluck the feathers off your head."

Chop

"-I'll pluck the feathers off your beak."

Chop

"-I'll pluck the feathers off your eyes"

Stab

"-I'll pluck the feathers off your neck."

Chop

"-I'll pluck the feathers off your wings."

Chop

"-I'll pluck the feathers off your feet."

Chop

"-I'll pluck the feathers off your tail."

Chop

"-I'll pluck the feathers off your back-"

Chop

Seeing as she was done with her father, it was now her mother's turn. She continued singing the song and did the same thing.

"-Off your back!"

Chop

"-Off your tail!"

Chop

"-Off your feet!"

Chop

"-Off your wings!"

Chop

"-Off your neck!"

Chop

"-Off your eyes!"

Stab

"-Off your beak!"

Chop

"-Off your head!"

Chop

"-Little lark!

O-o-o-oh~"

Satisfied with her own bloody work, she sighed and sat down on her bed. She kept her parents' chopped off finger with their ring still on it and hid it in her bag.

"It's not enough..." she muttered to herself. She decided to go outside and bring in another to kill but there's one last thing before she leaves.

She released the girl from the ropes that keeps her trapped on that chair and grabbed her body. She wore her mask and just before she could leave from the window, she took one last glance at her parents and grinned.

"Happy Anniversary..."