(Don't) Go To Sleep

Sally

She suddenly burst out laughing. Okay, talk about mood swings. First trying to kill me then total laughter? 'You should've seen the look on your face,' she teased. I scowled at her and ignored her remark, 'Sally? As in the actual pasta, but you're not real,' I said to her. She brushed herself off and stood up, 'Not real?' she said putting her hands on her hips. 'Well then, so much for welcoming the newcomers if they're not even gonna believe you exist.' My mind was blank. 'What?' I said dumbly. She didn't say anything. 'Why are you here?' I asked. She rolled her eyes. 'Duh, I was supposed to be recruiting that new dude, Jeff but then you turned psycho and got a freak pet.' I just started at her, attempting to process what she'd just said. She sighed. 'You are part of the pasta family. I am here to take you to the mansion and meet the others.' I blinked. Me? A pasta? I thought they were fake. I suppose it made sense. I got up and stood there awkwardly. 'I'll come but not yet,' I nodded towards the window, 'Take smile and I'll find Jeff and come down.' She stared me down suspiciously. 'Look I promise, I'll bring Jeff, where is the mansion?' After considering my offer she finally relaxed, 'It's farther into the woods. Just north of your little bloodbath actually. It's protected by wards actually so nobody other than pastas can get through or even see it so you should be good, that is, if you're pasta enough,' she smirked challengingly. I nodded, determined, 'I'll be there.' Sally picked up her teddy and walked over to the window, with one last glance back, she jumped out. She must be pretty light because I didn't hear her land, just the familiar bark of Smile and that was all. Well that was a new experience. I was actually a pasta, I didn't even think they existed but apparently I was one. I still wanted my necklace though. The door now had a large enough gap for me to get through so I slid through on my side, trying not the rip the delicate fabric of my dress. I went down the spiraling stairs and chocked on the dust. It felt dry and gross. The thought of actual food make me feel a bit ill. I tried the last door and swore out loud. Seriously, this one locked too. They really don't want me to have this necklace. I backed up a few steps then jumped, slamming my shoulder into the door. The lock snapped and it flung open with a loud bang. I skidded on the floor on my side and got friction burn all up my arm from the scratchy floor. No alarms, at least they left those off for me. I sat up to examine my arm. A layer of skin had been torn off and little beads of blood were welling up, it stung like hell. I got up and had a look round the glass cases. None of the jewelry was very interesting. I just wandered around a little while until I came across a pearl necklace. It wasn't as fancy as the others but it was just so captivating. I honestly don't know what the fascination was but it was there. The glass, like the front windows was thick so I scavenged for something hard enough to break it. In one of the office drawers I found a torch, I guess that'd do. I brought it back over to the glass and smashed it. Of course that'd be the thing to set off alarms. They rung out loud, signalling the local police and anyone nearby. I sighed and grabbed the necklace, retreating back up the stairs. I supposed I could stay just a while longer to finish off the police, they'd not send many for a robbery, just two, maybe three. I ran into one of the vacant rooms upstairs and waited. While I was sat there, I put on my necklace. The cool pearls rested perfectly at the base of my neck. I touched them and remembered just why I'd liked them so much. On my fifteenth birthday, Jeff had bought me a bracelet made of tiny pearls, I loved it and looked after it until we accidental broke it on a night out. I was devastated. The sound of footsteps brought me out of my little moment of remembrance. They were here. I crouched behind the door, knife in hand ready to strike. I knew the right place to stab someone and kill them silently. One set of footsteps made their way upstairs but I could still hear another set patrolling downstairs. The floorboards creaked and them stopped. Whoever it was was probably examining the window but they soon started again. My body tingled with excitement at the thought of fresh blood. The figure made their way into the room, I could tell it was a police officer by the way they held their gun and torch. Time to strike. I leaped out of my crouch and stabbed her right at the top of her spine. This will have silenced her, paralyzed her and killed her instantly. Her glassy eyes stared at me in a frozen moment of shock. My stomach grumbled at the smell of blood. The other footsteps had started to run upstairs so I quickly got back into my hiding position. The other officer, this time a man, ran into the room and crouched by his fallen partner. I don't know what he planned on doing but it was too late for him. I came up behind him and kicked him in the back of the head. He fell onto his partners corpse then turned over shooting frantically. I, however, was too clever for him. I'd already moved away, predicting his movements and once again was crouched behind him. He was shaking with fear. I grabbed his head and snapped his neck, leaving him paralyzed too except he was alive. I took the gun off him and propped him up against the wall. I couldn't read his expression, I think it was just complete terror. I laughed at him, 'Look what happened to you!' I exclaimed gleefully. 'Hey, did you know, I like to draw?' I asked him, reaching for my knife, his eyes following my hand with anticipation. I put the knife in his face. 'This is my special knife, I've killed many people with it before, but do you know what? I don't always kill people, I paint on them. Here let me show you.' The police officer was sweating and he stared at me in total panic. I dug my knife into one of his cheeks and brought it down to the corner of his mouth and did it again on the other side. I licked the bloody knife and grimaced. 'Okay, one, you taste disgusting and two, now you look like my good for nothing boyfriend. I'm sure you've heard of him, Jeff?' I questioned him, although they probably couldn't answer right now, given their current state. 'Okay a quick snack and I'll be off.' I told him. I crawled over to the girl police officer, she was actually quite pretty. Too bad. I cut a chunk out of her arm deep enough that I could see the start of her bone. Gross; but cool. 'See ya!' I said merrily, 'Oh actually,' I searched the police officer for a phone and called 999. 'Hey, Jane here, you might want to come and get your friend, you'll find the location on the phone's GPS. Goodbye.' I threw the phone onto his lap. 'You're welcome,' I said. I left the room and exited the same way Sally had, taking a bite out of the bloody chunk of flesh in my hand. It tasted like warm meat marshmallows. As I finished off my snack, I made my way down to the woods. Okay, time to find Jeff, again.