Between Stripes

Prologue

"Georgia, did you kill them?" The detective's voice was a knife which sliced through the cake of silence. Laughter erupted from the girl's mouth.

"Oh yes!" She exclaimed, "I began with killing my mommy. It was fun to kill her. I sliced off every single limb. Her arms went easy - her legs were a lot trickier. God she bled a lot. She was a silly bitch! Always treating me like a child. Like I was the family disappointment, look at me now! Am I a disappointment mommy?"

The girl asked before exposing her manic smile to the detective. He recoiled at the insanity on her face; her smile, indeed, was manic and large like a chesire cat's. Then there was the madness in her eyes. It was bright, which light up the pale blue.

"Then, there was daddy. He struggled a lot more than my pathetic excuse of a mother did! Oh the way he writhed under my grip! Daddy never spoke to me. He barely knew I existed, so I went easy on him. Just a little strangling." She did grabbing motions with her hands. "I loved seeing the panic on his face! Ooh! And the way he let out his last breath! It was absolutely brilliant!"

"So I'm guessing you killed your siblings too." The detective snarled. His tone of voice made Georgia giggle.

"Yes! Five points to detective Gordon!" She squealed happily and clasped her hands together. "Anyways, I'll start with telling you about my brother. He had it easy, like good ol' pops. In fact I used my father's shotgun. It was a good gun. A little old and creaky but it did the job!"

She paused dramatically.

"Then, BOOM!" She raised her hands and shot James Gordon in the chest with her finger-gun. "BOOM! BOOM!"

The detective carried on frowning. Of course he would. Love the law and all that fun stuff.

"Now for my lovely older sisters story! I had fun with them! That's the best bit, that they're twins." She clenched her fists on the table, acting as if each fist was a twin.

"So, I tied my sisters to a pair of chairs. I began with Charlotte. Since forever I've hated Annabelle so it'd hurt her more if I hurt her bestest friend in the whole world!" She spat out, glaring at her left fist as if it really was her sister. "With my sisters I used knives again. They were snarky, stuck-up bitches like mother! So I took one of the knives and held it against Lottie's throat. Don't ya love her nickname? I was never allowed to call her that. Then I traced pretty little lines into Lottie's throat while dear Annabelle begged for mercy."

"I don't want-"

"Don't interrupt me!" Georgia shouted before slipping back into her joyful tone as she carried on with the story. "People are so selfish before they die, I'm sure you know that though. Little Annabelle screamed for me to just 'leave her alone' and in fact she 'didn't care about Lottie if it meant she could live'. God I hated her so much! I pitied poor Lottie then, I just slit her throat and let her die then. Annabelle was in for a treat though! Oh she had it far worse than mummy. I cut off her ankles, then her wrists. She bled worse than mother! A lot noisier too! My bet was that the only thing keeping her alive then was adrenaline and that shit, ya know? So I carried on cutting her up. Tiny little pieces! All sorts of knives too!"

"Alright, shut up now. Story time is over." The detective slammed his palms down on the table which shut up he girl. He was at wonder how twisted she was for a fifteen year old. What had made her do this?

"Whatcha gonna do Jimmy? Lock me up?" Georgia let out a stream of giggles as the detective frowned deeply. He was clearly disgusted.

"Even better, lock you up and send you to Arkham." There it was, that magical place. The place everyone spoke of. And Georgia simply couldn't wait to get there to meet her new friends...