My Killer Doll

Prologue

A five year old Victoria Steel pointed through the store window, the delight apparent on her face. "I want that toy, Mommy!" Her mother stared at where she pointed, narrowing her eyes at the doll. It had black wings protruding out of it's back, along with a blue V-neck t-shirt and blue jeans. It was obviously male, with a black side swept haircut and blue eyes. It seemed harmless, but there was something that that made Jen Steel shiver. Who made children's dolls that human-like with wings; black wings at that?

"Are you sure sweetie? What about a Barbie doll instead? Look at the ones with the pink dresses over there." Jen pointed, but her daughter shook her head with a look of boredom. Damn her personality of a tomboy.

"Mom, those ones are all the same. This is the only doll in here like him!" Jen closed her eyes, thinking to herself. Exactly why I have a bad feeling. Against her better judgement, her Mother ran a hand through her blond short hair and nodded. She opened the door and the two of them went inside. 

Victoria fell in love with the doll as months went on. It went everywhere with her that it could, aside from when she began Kindergarten. She played with it more than she played with the outside world, which began worrying her parents. One night she could hear them arguing about the topic, which caused her to come out her room and watch from around the corner. 

"I don't think it's healthy for her. This doll has caused her problems with school and has not allowed her to make friends. Her cousins won't even play with her because they think she is weird with it."   Victoria's Father kept his voice low for now, but his raised eyebrows and flat palms on the counter showed he was frustrated. 

Jen rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. "She loves that thing, Ben. I'm not sure what you want me to do." He leaned in closer to her, but Victoria was still able to hear as he whispered. "It gives me this feeling. Like he is always staring at me. Jen, she told me his name was Xavier. Who comes up with that name as a kid?" 

Her Mother shrugged, biting her lip. "I don't know. But she is only eight. Give it some time. She's still a little girl. Maybe she will forget about him after a while." Ben sat back, his brown eyes on her blue ones. His next words were harsh. "If she won't on her own, I'll make her forget about it." 

Victoria ran from the hallway, the doll clutched tightly in her hands. 

Three Years Later

Victoria glanced at Xavier and then back up at her Father, tears in her eyes.

"But Daddy, I don't want to throw him away. He loves me and I love him."

Her Father sighed and shook his head, reaching out for the doll with wings. It unnerved him greatly but he wasn't sure why. Let alone the strange bond his daughter seemed to have with it.  "Victoria, you are eleven years old now. It is time to get rid of that thing. I can always buy you another toy." He ripped it from her hands without another word, tearing a small hole in one of the wings, and turned to leave. She fell to her knees, her fists hitting the floor.

"I don't want another toy! He makes me feel safe!"

The doll watched her while being carried away.