The rose, chainsaw, scissors, and bat

The chainsaw

Chapter 2: The bloody chainsaw

The name is Aya Drevis. 19 years old and I am living in a small cottage in the forest with Maria, my assistant. Making dolls are so enjoyable. So that's why dad never left his laboratory. I finally understand what he feels. New people just come to my clinic (the cottage is her clinic) for help. I told them not to worry for I have the perfect medicine for them. To rest. But one day, my life was ruined.

A little boy went into my clinic asked her help like any other patients. He has a tousled blonde hair and hazelnut eyes. A perfect sample for a doll. He told me that his right eye is so painful that he is badly in need to see a doctor. "Well, don't worry! I have a medicine that will make your eye pain no more!" I smiled. I showed him the patient room. The room in which where everyone sleeps.

"Aya Drevis." the little boy said.

How come he knows i'm Aya? Am I that popular in his neighborhood? And why didn't he addressed me as Dr. Drevis?

"Do you remember me?" the boy went closer. His right eyeball dropped down to the floor. "Maria!" I shouted. The little boy just walked closer.

"You really don't know me?" he asks.

A sudden memory flashes back. The blonde hair, the one eyed boy. It's him. It's that boy who rescued me in our old mansion!

"You. . . you are that guy who was sent. . . from my mother. . ." I said with a horrified tone. "But. . .how. . . did my mom. . .?" I asked. "Yes. Your mom wants to tell you that you should stop this nonsense." he said. "These dolls. . . they were once humans. But no more. You became very much like your father." he continued. I gasped. But it's true. I became a pyscopath. "Maria!" I shouted once again.

"That maid? Oh. Before I end my life with her knives, I want to tell you that you might suffer like what your patients suffered." he stood there like a doll who got affixed to the floor. Maria came and threw knives at the boy. The boy didn't move and fell down due to the knives strucked at him. He lied down. Dead.

I realized everything what I did was wrong. But it maybe too late to confess everything. But his words don't affect me at all. I still want to make dolls! "Are you okay, milady?" Maria asks. "I am better than okay." I started to laugh. maniacally. "I am going to make him a doll" I continued. Maria's face looked horrified but she just said, "I will prepare the materials, milady". As she left, I laughed maniacally once more.

"You thought that was going to stop me?" I laughed. Suddenly, tears start to roll down my cheek. I started to cry quietly. "I'm sorry. . . I am so sorry. . ." I whispered. Why am I doing this? I love making dolls! I don't apologize to them. I never felt sorry for them. But now. . . why?

Clack. Clack. Clack. Footsteps clacked on the wooden floor. "Maria?" I quickly wiped my tears and stood up. The footsteps just went closer and closer. "Maria, if that's you, say something. You are really freaking me out" The footsteps just kept walking. That's it. I grabbed the chainsaw that I usually used for slicing one's body. As the footsteps arrived at the patient's room, I used my chainsaw and tried to attack the person. But, no one was there.

What's going on? Am I going crazy? I thought.

!!!

Everything went blank and dark.

"Sorry" a voice walked away.