The Queenwood games

Jo and liv feels

Jemima
Jemima walked chin held high, blood dripping from her ripped uniform. The few teachers that had been left were now no more than pools of blood on the blue carpet underneath her black Prada shoes. The insides of 5 teachers were neatly arranged in the store room cupboard. She had taken great joy in stealijh their clothes

//not that way creep

As they were going to be her next big ticket into the top 3. Jemima has just finished fumbiling with the suit pockets before a startled Liv ran into the room looking like a rabbit in the headlights. The brown haired girl twisted in front of her, not noticing je,ima and slammed and locked the door. Jemimas smile was broad and cruel and she looked on at her new pray. She was about to rise from her chair when a furious knocking interrupted her. Jo was screaming teeth bared, banging her fist on the glass window in rage. No doubt, she had been chasing Liv over what Chiara has recently stated. Liv sighed Turing around, on,u to have her eyes lock on Jemimas.

White teeth flashed out in a smile, shining bright like a beacon from her already stained red face as she took in Livs fear. It was delicious to see how the small hope Liv harboured was crushed. Liv was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Jemima rose slow and steadily, eyes twitching in anticipation. From her back pocket she pulled out a Swiss Army knife. She walked tawords Liv crossing the room in two short moments. Liv was rooted to the floor unable to move. Jemima lent in tawords her eyes inches from her own. Her empty hand reached around and fastened on livs kneck. One arm extended she lifted Liv of her feat crushing livs wind pipe. Her eyes lazily made there was to Jos were she stood speachless, mouth hanging open in horror eyes alight with fear. Jemimas smile grew even wider. She turned her attention back to Liv, where she had started to claw at her hand. Jemima regarded her, purple insane light dancing between them.

"This is where you die.." she laughed as she plunged the knife into livs wind pipe, watching the life drain from her eyes. A steady stream of warm crimson blood ran down her arm. Once she was sure Liv was dead she walked the step closer to the window where Jo stood with a white empty face. Jemima dropped her knife back into her pocket, before using her now free hand to make Livs corpse smile, one finger in the corner of livs mouth. Next she made Liv wave at jo, like a puppet on a string. Livs lifeless body waved goodbye to Jo, horrific smile printed like a seal on her face, before crumpling to the floor in a soulless heap, a puppet with the strings snapped off.

Jemima stepped tawords Jo the only thing separating them was two small centermeters of glass, and laughed, insanity running wild across her face, blood streaming from her smiling mouth.  On the floor Liv smiled up at Jo through the glass, as if saying goodbye from beyond the grave.

//Sorry for short chapter