Partners in Crime

Avenged (Part 2)

He smiled. She flinched at the sight, but was still glad that what she had done to him all those years ago had left a mark. "You are smarter than I believed, my child." She scowled at him. "I'm most definitely not your child. If I was, you would have kept me, and raised me properly. Not just throw me and Stitches out, and then somehow return, disguised, and do fucking experiments on us. Believe me, if it were possible, I'd hate you more than I already do, but I think Stitches has that covered. I hope you'll understand, what with you literally starving her to death and all." Cheshire did nothing to object these facts. In fact, his smile made Soul Snatcher sick. She wanted to slice it right off his face. Stitches, who stood a few feet behind her, started trembling. Stitches looked up, and removed her mask. She smiled insanely, almost the same way Cheshire was, but she only wanted to do one thing: for him to die. Soul Snatcher must have sensed her anger, as she stepped back, and let her sister have at it. Cheshire started chuckling. "Shut the fuck up."her voice was low, and threatening. Cheshire peered at her curiously now, as though he suspected what was happening. But what he didn't know, was that Stitches was no longer herself. Alliby had been asked to take possession of her body, and she had happily obliged. "You are in no position whatsoever to be laughing. I would suggest that you go back to whatever hell you came from, but I assume you'd only ignore my request. You are indeed strong, but you had the upper hand for a while. How would you like to go up against a creature like yourself?" "A creature like myself, huh? What could you be talking about, I wonder?" Alliby snarled, as she went to punch him. To his disbelief, she succeeded. He fell back gracelessly, and frowned. "You are definitely not 'Stitches'. But you are in her body. I wonder, do you have the same vulnerabilities?" Alliby smiled, as though the question proved to be entertaining. "Since when do we have vulnerabilities, my dear Cheshire?" He stopped. He recognized her now. "Alliby.. I thought I had banished you from my sight." She looked hurt, but it was all just an act. "Indeed you did, Cheshire. Shortly after your...girlfriend, shall we say, died. You had blamed me. But I do not think that was the case, now was it? You had killed her yourself, in cold, cold blood. She was sick of you, and you didn't like the idea of letting her go, and live a good life back here. You were jealous of Slender for so long, and wanted what he had, a family. After she had given birth, you had bided your time, until you thought the time was right, and murdered her. You blamed me, and made me leave the damned realm, because you knew that you could never have a family. No matter who you kidnapped, no matter who you tortured, they could never truly love you. Jester and I were acting. We were planning on escaping." Cheshire was still as stone, but tried to deny every word, no matter how true they were. He despised the idea of his beloved Jester hating him, of his companion, the shadow-demon Alliby, plotting against him, going as far as becoming his daughter's guardian. The council of Shadows were against him as well. Then, he figured that he could simply kill everyone here, and start new. But they would put up some resistance. Maybe if he destroyed Stitches' body, then the shadow would also vanish. He might just try.

He attacked. He knew that he would fail. Alliby simply moved aside, and he face-planted. "Maybe if you stopped relying on your feline instincts, you'd actually stand a chance." She taunted him. He looked up, and saw Soul Snatcher, a wide, insane smile crossing her face. Her scythe in one hand. Once again behind her, Stitches was back to herself again. He tried to gather what remaining strength he had, and tried to attack Stitches, who was still recovering from the possession. He only managed to scratch her shins a little, before Soul Snatcher sliced his hand off. "Back off. You've killed her once, and almost killed me in the process. You've had your fun. But I'm afraid that it's time for you to die." He tried backing up, but was met with Helen and Jeff, both holding their knives. "Hey Jeff, I know how little you like or trust me, but how about we call a small truce? We all want this asshole dead, right? So how about we make this a team effort? He hurt your girl, and he hurt Mine." Jeff nodded. "I couldn't have said it better myself, Bloody Painter." Cheshire looked up at Soul Snatcher, with pleading eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm only giving you a one-way ticket to Hell." Off went his other hand. He yelped.

"Don't be excited about tomorrow, for there will be no tomorrow." Off went his right foot. He clenched his teeth.

"GO TO SLEEP!" Off went his left foot. Tears fell.

Then, Stitches approached. She smiled, all pity vanished from her expression. "Well then, father." She spat, looking at him, dead in the eyes. "Looks like our fun together has to come to an end, unfortunately. I wish you all the worst downstairs." Her dagger was in his heart, and he went limp.

Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Stitches and Soul Snatcher all watched as their boss, the Slenderman, set fire to his brother, the Cheshire. Stitches had replaced her mouth-guard, and she and her sister stayed expressionless as they watched the corpse burn. The smell of cooking flesh was tempting to Stitches, but she controlled herself. Instead, she quietly ate a heart. Helen soon approached, and so did Jeff. Jeff brought Soul Snatcher to his chest, and she fell into his embrace. Helen picked Stitches up, bridal style, and she laughed. They all knew it was going to be okay, at least for now.

THE END