Chapter 3 Part 2:
I straightened off the ground, now that I had the taste of blood on my tongue nothing could get in my way. Gripping the knife in my hand brought back memories of how deeply I missed my Vorpal Blade back in Wonderland. I left the kitchen, making my way down the hall, to find the front office. My memories of this place were distorted, severed away. The pale lights in the hallway flickered, my shadow casting long and fragmented versions of my body. My heart started to beat wildly, how long I have wanted to do this. To escape this broken away prison, a place where they claimed to help but only caved into your sanity more. A rush of happiness trilled through my body, tickling my legs, I started to skip quietly. Stopping to walk down a long flight of stairs, the office was on the opposite side of the asylum. It wouldn't be hard to find, this place was crammed. Squashed with the drastic numbers of patients and white coats, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs. I could hear talking emitting off the hall. two white coats, one female and the other male. I ran over to the side of the wall and listened, they were on their way to observe the new arrival. I shrugged, looking down at my knife I smiled. They walked past me, they didn't see me. The female smiled at her coworker, flipping her strawberry blonde hair and batting her thick lashes. Seeing such reminded me of Wonderland, making me want to kill all the much more. On my knees I crept behind them. Then stabbed the male white coat in the leg, right behind the knee cap. He collapsed to the ground and groaned loudly, the female looked behind her and saw me. I jumped over to her and covered her mouth , "Shh..." I whispered to her, gently stroking her hair away from her face. Her hair was long and smooth, as though perfection had made its bed in it. I lent over to the man, pulling the knife from his leg then stabbing her in the back. I could feel her pretty blood soak into my skin, her mouth dropped open. I pulled the knife out and pushed her to the ground, kicking her to the other side. I licked my blade and smiled at the sweet taste. The man was cradling his leg and then tried to get up when he saw me, his pants were drenched in his own blood. His face was young, his skin and hair not as tired like all the other white coats. He still had a soul left in him, I shook my head playfully, "Now now.." I said gently, the man started shaking violently, "Pleas-lease ma'am don't kill me" he said raspily, his body shuddering violently with every staggered word. I laughed, "Ma'am? That's a new one, I could get used to it though.. Much better than patient 172..But Doc, if I had wanted to kill you it would have already been done, but no. I need you to open up the main office, grab my shit without a fuss, easy peasy right?"the man nodded after a moment and then stood up, limping slowly to the office with me closely behind him. His pale hands shakily pulled the key from his coat pocket and opened the door, I gestured for him to walk in and he did hesitantly. There were piles and piles of boxes all over the room, all with numbers written all over them, the white coat looked at me and asked, "What is your-" I cut him off, "My name? Well in here its patient 172.." the man nodded and started to sort through the boxes, "There's a good man.." I said to him coaxingly, stroking the sharp knife on his shoulder, I could feel him shiver. I smiled, "I guess now I don't have to kill you" He handed me a box filled with my old things, things which seemed like another life. For so many years I had worn only my uniform, seeing my old clothes made me feel something new. I looked at the man, quick as ever he pulled to his mouth walkie-talkie shouting in it, "We have an escape! Patient 17-" I stabbed him in the stomach, kicking the walkie-talkie away. "Tsk..tsk.. how rude!" I whispered to him through clenched teeth. I sliced his stomach open and kicked him on the ground, his organs started to seep out. Staining the concrete floors with blood, I giggled to myself. I could still hear his jagged breathing, I patted his head and sighed, "How rude o you..I would of thought a man like you would of had more manners..." I picked up my box, placing it precariously on a broken table. I laid the knife down and sighed, before I was about to change I heard a rush of footsteps scampering up a nearby flight of stairs. More friends to play with. The security cameras must have saw me, my mind was so buzzed I had completely forgotten about that. I sighed, "Some people never learn. Do they doc?" I said to the corpse, picking up my knife and kissing goodbye to my belongings for now.
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Jeff The Killer x Alice Liddell (Fan Fiction)
FanfictionTwo maniacs, both of whom have spent their lives living in pain and suffering. Either from them selves or others, but if the both of them find one another. Will they also find acceptance? (also please let me know if I should continue or not! thnx)...