A Stormy House-A Creepypasta Fanfiction

Sing Song (23)

Without another word, Jos- I mean Ingrata was brought back to Solitaire's room. His knife was taken from him, though they promised he would get it back again someday. Trainer Mike told the boys to behave, and that they were partners from then on. They were to train together, learn together, fight together.

The schedule was just as Solitaire said, and whenever he got the chance, he would ask others about Defense. He learned very little about her, other than the fact that she uses a short, thin sword as her weapon. She also always kept her face wrapped in a black scarf, so nobody really knew what she looked like. Although, they said her eyes seemed to glow green when fighting but turned grey when the threat is gone. They also said that once her mask slipped while she was fighting and they saw there was a scar over her right eye and down her cheek. Though that was basically all they saw.

On Ingrata's second day in the...whatever you call it, he and his roommate were brought to the training room after hours. There was table after table of weapons. From a chainsaw to knifes to blow darts. They were arranged by weight. Mike and the twins stood on the other side of the table with another, slightly shorter person.

They were rather tall, though slender. They wore a black jacket and held something behind their back. Standing strait, they probably would've been taller than the woman, but they slouched over and stared at the two young boys. Their face was wrapped up with white bandages, though there was no blood or sign of a wound.

"Defense...tell me who you are! Are you my sister? Do you know what happened to h-"

"Ingrata, you are not here to play twenty questions. You are here to pick a weapon and that's all. Now quick, choose."

"I want my knife, the one I brought. That's the weapon I choose, and that's what I'll use."

Defense pulled the knife out from behind her back and tossed it to him. Ingrata just barely caught it without cutting himself.

"Good catch. Now, fight her. Whoever wins returns to their room tonight, the one who loses dies."

"What? I can't kill her!"

"Then you will never survive against the monsters. If it makes you feel any better, she's a murderer too. She's killed more people than she could count."

"If you kill a murderer there is still a murderer left."

"But if you say...killed a dozen or so monsters that kill people every day, then how bad can it be?"

"That has nothing to do with h-"

The girl didn't say a word, they just jumped over the table separating them, grabbing a sword of it and swinging. Ingrata ducked just in time and slid under a table before she could stab at him. She was quicker, more agile, and had more strength.

Ingrata put the handle of his knife into his mouth and began throwing the various knives at her, but she seemed to be able to dodge each one. He ran again, making her chase him.

"Round and round the mulberry bush, the monkey chases the weasel!" He couldn't help it, he began singing as he and the girl ran around the tables. Although she was quick, he was smaller and could jump under the tables faster than she could jump over. Round and round, over and under, they wove in and out of the tables until she began to slow. That's when he began throwing the remainders of the knives. She dodged most of them, but one hit her square in the chest, sending her to the ground.

"That's not her is it? Please tell me that's not my sister!" the boy ran to the girl's side, pulling the wrappings off her face.

He sat back and stared at her. Her eyes were grey and her hair was blond, but she wasn't Sandra. Her face, even though heavily scarred, had no scar across her eye though. He wanted to sit back and relax, but he couldn't while he stared at her.

"Hey, it's alright Ingrata, everybody has to do it. They are all mostly from that other place, the rejects who can't really do anything. You should be glad, look at her, she was probably gonna be assigned to one of the others anyways. You did her a favor a killed her quicker."

"To kill somebody is the worst crime to commit. How can you speak so lightly of it?"

"It's normal. Everybody in this place has killed somebody one time or another. Even me."

"I don't... I don't understand..." He glared up at the adults, a tear slipping down his cheek. "You were supposed to better than them. You were supposed...to be the good guys. Why would you treat a human life like this?"

"Says the boy the boy who began singing before killing a girl." Said the woman as she wrote something on her clipboard.

As they led the boys back out and to their room, Ingrata could hear somebody singing the song in his head.

All around the mulberry bush,

The monkey chased the weasel

Thinking all is in fun

Pop! Goes the weasel!

A penny for a spool of thread

A penny for a needle

That's the way the money goes

And Pop! Goes the weasel!

Up and down the city road

In and out the eagle

That's the way the money goes

And Pop! Goes the weasel!

The song was cut short when their door opened and they were pushed in. Ingrata went straight to the shower, feeling like scum. He stared at the mirror for a moment, then slowly smiled in return to the painted face.

"Smile. Smile and pretend everything's alright. If you can fool others, then you can fool yourself."

I'm sorry it's been so long everybody, I'm just having some trouble. Writer's block or whatever. I hope you are enjoying the story and are having a wonderful time/life/afterlife!