KitKat

7. Death Is In The Eye Of The Beholder

She broke her sister's bedroom window,grinning and humming quietly to herself. Luckily,she had sharpened her claws a day before,scratching them on the bed's footboard. Adrianna woke,rubbing her eyes and looking around. Claws suddenly ripped her throat out. She tried to scream,but her vocal chords were too damaged,hanging like meaty threads. Blood poured out,staining the bedsheets.

Yet Sophia was not satisfied.

Her mother awoke in a cold sweat. She could have sworn she heard something. She shook her husband,but he didn't wake up. She turned him around and almost vomited. His throat was ripped out,and his eyes were carefully taken out and put in his throat. She turned around and screamed. Sophia was standing next to her,grinning insanely. "You like my art,Mommy? I made it just for you." She giggled and showed knife-sharp claws on the tips of her fingers.

"S-Sophia," she choked out,"maybe we can talk this through-" Her plead for mercy was interrupted by a short,barking laugh. "No," Sophia hissed,"it's too late now." Claws ripped through her throat,and last thing she heard was a whisper.

"Just call me KitKat."

Then a laugh.