Heart shaped Skulls

Mad House

~She wore her darkness like some women wear a pretty black dress~

The dreadful screaming woke all of us up. This time I was proud to say it wasn't me but that didn't make the situation any better. Me and Thomas sprang upright our hair in disarray as we had been sleeping so pleasantly before that. "Thomas?! What's going on?!" I gazed at him dumbfoundedly my eye lids half closed from my delightful beauty sleep. He didn't answer me instead began to dress hurriedly. So I followed suit. As I threw on clothes haphazardly I couldn't bare myself from staring curiously as Thomas's half mask. Is he always wearing that? I've been here this long why is he still wearing that? Another scream echoed throughout the old house. That encouraged us to work faster on our clothes with hazy brains. Thomas oddly enough was the first one done and began his hurried walk to the wailing banshee somewhere in the house. I only had three buttons left on my blouse before I lost focus on the third scream and jumped in my spot. I avoided the buttons and run to where the commotion was taking place. Drayton was running in my direction his mind set in thinking I was the reason for the yelling. His eyes said it all he was flabbergasted that I wasn't the perpetrator this time. I didn't mind him any and continued to sprint down the stairs. I slammed face first into the hulking muscle known as Thomas. "WILL ONE OF YOU FOOLS GET THIS CRAZY WOMAN OFF OF ME!" Hoyt yelled. I held my nose my face crunched up in pain as I peeked around Thomas's worried form as he peered down at me. A tiny woman, at least 5'1 was on Hoyt a Butcher knife raised above his face. He held her accused hand as they struggled over dominance. "THOMAS! ANY DAY!" Hoyt hollered his breathing labored as the knife inched closer to his face. Thomas sprang into action, he gripped the woman by her mud covered shirt and raised her high into the air. The spiteful woman screeched before she plunged the knife into Thomas's collar bone. I could feel my eyes grow large and my hand leave my injured face to assist in the fight that was increasingly getting out of hand. Thomas stumbled back grabbing his shoulder in pain. The woman was back on her feet and was crying hysterically. "YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND YOU SICK FUCKS!" her voice was full of hate laced with malice. I could feel the grief emitting from her shaking form. Thomas was now sitting on the floor trying to pull the blade out. I sighed heavily before I took off the same shirt I was trying so desperately to button and  wrap it around the knife. The other two males behind me wrestled with the feisty woman while I delt with Thomas. "Okay, Thomas this is going to hurt like hell. You ready?" I looked into his brown orbs as I consulted with him before I continued. He nodded grinding his teeth together as I yanked the knife out. He grunted grabbing onto my waist as a anchor to the agonizing pain. "Shhh, it's ok. It's ok, hold this to it tight okay?" He nodded his eyes lidded in torture. I held the knife in my clenching hand to a point were my knuckles became white. I zoned out staring at the shimmering blood that glistened on the weapon. You going to do it? She hurt him didn't she? "Shut up" I whispered more to myself leaving Thomas to stare at me confusion evident on his features. Don't want me to do it, do you? I shook my head vigorously okay what you waiting for? I gulped down the saliva turning around to see the males struggling to keep her from leaping back onto Thomas. I had to persuade myself to inch forward, everything had gone into static. I had tuned all of it out, their mouths moved but no sound came out. Her face contorted in a silent scream as I stabbed her abdomen. Drayton held her left arm while Hoyt held her right keeping her from struggling. I could feel the hot blood trickle down my hands. My chest rised fast as my breathing picked up to a state of hyperventilating. I drew the knife out and plunged it back in, another silent yell drew from her mouth. I only heard my breathing in my ears, not the loud grunting from behind me, not the screaming of the mad woman nor the the two men yelling for me to stop. The third and final time, I drove the soaked blade deep into her fatal wound made my body turn the temperature of a dead corpse. My hand along with the knife was punctured deep in her abdomen, the flesh warm and inviting compared to the icy cold that had washed over me. I didn't move, my eyes were wider than saucers at the blood that trailed over my hand dripping onto my bare foot. Splat, Splat, Splat. I couldn't swallow any saliva for my mouth was drier than the Mojave desert. "HEY! We have to help Thomas!" He's loosen alotta blood. Looks like the crazy bitch got him good" I wasn't sure how long Hoyt was trying to gain my attention but I had only noticed it because Thomas's name was mentioned. I completely left the warm blade implanted in the dead woman as I stepped back in shock, it could've been horror but at this point I didn't know anymore. The sickening plop reached my ears as I turned around to look upon Thomas. Momentarily, I twitched thinking if Thomas's didn't like me would that have been me dead face first in my own blood? I liked to think not, it made my situation just the slightest better. "Come here girly! Make your self useful" Hoyt spoke from his kneeled position beside a loopy Thomas. I ran back over my shaky hands covered in blood held in front of me like a disease. "Grab the scissors!" Drayton yelled as he to was next to his younger brother trying to keep him from slipping. I rushed as fast as my numb feet could take me to the grimy kitchen. I ripped open the first drawer I saw and threw my bloodied hands into it trying to find at least one scissor. Once the prick pierced my index finger I knew I found something remotely close to scissors. I rushed the item back, crouching down to Thomas's figure that had been dragged to lean against the couch. This shirt Thomas had chosen to throw on didn't button up like most he usually wore. He decided In the rush of the hollering female to dress himself in a white T-shirt. Well, I wouldn't say white more like cream. So instead of just unbuttoning his shirt I had to cut it off. I started from the bottom minding his flesh as I rid him off the scarlet shirt. He couldn't keep focused on anything as his eyes darted around the room half lidded in a daze. "Thomas?! You have to stay with me alright! Don't go to sleep! No matter how tired you are don't sleep!" I kept reciting it like a silly prayer you'd get from a child's book. We managed to sew up the wound and clean it before Thomas had passed out. I could see why, all three of us were drenched in Thomas's blood. Our laps, our hands, everywhere. I panicked when I saw his head droop. "Oh God! Thomas!" I reached out my hand dipping under his jaw and pressing hard to feel the pulse. It took a few painstaking seconds before I felt the steady heart beat. I nodded in joy wanting to bring him in for a bone crushing hug but I settled for a pat on his greasy hair "he's okay, just passed out is all" I stood up tangling my hands together. "If you don't mind me asking, but what was she screaming about 'you killed my husband"? I turned my curious gaze to Hoyt who just rubbed a streak of blood across his forehead. "Before that girl down in that basement two couple came wondering up here so we killed her husband but she left" he scowled at her body that laid crumpled at the entrance. "She was to darn fast for us" he seethed and my skin crawled. If I ran out that front door would I have been killed? Would they still kill me? I shivered at the thought. "Okay, Drayton help me get him to the bed" I watched as they struggled to get Thomas up the stairs but being left with the body made me cringe. I killed her. Well, of course you did. But you did it for Thomas. My brow curved, "don't justify that, I had killed another human being. What if that was us?" I quizzed the erie voice that echoed in my head. It laughed they wouldn't get far. I laughed muttering out a "sure" before walking myself to the kitchen to clean my hands off of all the crimson substance that lingered under my nails. What I didn't know is the blood would stain my nails for days, and remind me of the horrendous crimes I committed.