Dollface

New Gal

Because she had become a violent alcoholic, Elenore was placed in a mental hospital where she was constantly shamed and reprimanded for trusting Vine or drinking. None of this helped her and only made her depression return. No one seemed to understand her, what she was going through, and just thought her to be a lovesick fool. Of course, the doctors had taken out the fake nails and the wig, but Elenore didn't like that. She started to hate the doctors for trying to change her. In fact, she wished they would all die and began plotting the ways in which she would kill them.
Mr. and Mrs. Glow visited their daughter occasionally and tried to cheer her up by telling her that they'd found her a suitor. A man named Elphias Smith who would take care of her once she got out and return her to Washington. This was the last straw for Elenore, who had completely lost her mind by now. She decided she would finally escape, but she wanted to do it with a little..."flare".

One day, she was being taken into an operating room for a new dosage of medication. The purpose of this was to dull her mind, as requested by Mr. and Mrs. Glow, and sooth Elenore back into normalcy. But when they started strapping her down, she took out a scalpel from one of the nurse's pockets and used it to stab them in the eyes. It was quick: there was screaming, slashing, blood, then everything stopped. The girl was alone, surrounded by the three dead nurses and doctor. She seized the opportunity by rummaging through their pockets and stealing the key to the closet, where they'd hidden her wig, clothes, and nails, as well as pain reliever pills and some morphling. Then, after redressing and redoing herself, the woman once known as Elenore walked out of the room, scalpel in hand and malice in her broken soul.

The Dollmaker had been detained in the lowest level of solitary, guarded by the best soldiers trained. They were given machine guns and semi-automatic handguns to use if it came down to it. That day, there was a team of five guarding the man and they were expecting only the doctors to come down to deliver the medication. They had been listening to the Dollmaker's sighs and occasional lonely sobbing and had grown bored almost into tiredness. So when they started hearing a high-pitched feminine chuckle, no one reacted much to it. All five soldiers ignored it until a giggling, blood-covered, handgun wielding Elenore slowly and very obviously slithered into view. The soldiers raised their weapons, unsure of what they were seeing, but Elenore stopped and raised her handgun to them.
"Looks like I've found my destination," she said, smiling insanely. "I'll give you three seconds to move away from the door, unless you want to end up like all your friends upstairs."
One of the soldiers fired at her, aiming for her head, but Elenore dodged to the right, quick as lightning. That soldier gasped and dropped his gun, retreating back towards the door that held the Dollmaker. The woman chuckled madly and shook her head.
"You think I'm messing around?" she cackled. "No, no, no...Elenore Glow is gone. She's dead thanks to you! You didn't save her! You chose to ignore her! You didn't protect her from the parents that blamed her, the friends that blinded her, or the doctors who numbed her and turned her into a zombie! No, Elenore Glow has been dead for months. Say hello—or should I say, goodbye—to Dollface."
Before any of the soldiers could react, each of them was hit in the head with flaming bullets. One...two...three...four...five ...They were all dead. Five dead men with flaming bullets igniting their heads, slowly spreading, burning away their bodies. The newly named murderer giggled as the flames ate away at what used to be human bodies and hurried over to one of them, the one who had tried to shoot her, and dug through his pockets to claim the key to the cell holding her beloved. Then, without hesitation, she unlocked the cell door and threw it open to reveal the Dollmaker lying on the stone cold and sheetless cot, dead asleep. The woman sighed in relief and hurried over to shake him awake, calling, "Vine? Vine, darling...wake up. It's me, Ellie, your perfect Dollface."
The Dollmaker's eyes fluttered open and, upon seeing his Dollface, he jumped up euphorically and hugged her. She squealed excitedly and kissed him all over, laughing as he raised her into the air and spun her around.
"Ellie!" he cried. "I was so worried that they would take you from me. I couldn't stop thinking about you, my love."
"Vine, I did it!" she told him. "I killed them! Now we can go home, and no one will bother us again!"
The two murderers shared a long, passionate kiss for a few minutes, ignoring the putrid scent of blood and smoke and the sounds of distant screaming and flickering flames. But the Dollmaker took one look outside and chuckled warmly.
"Oh, I think we can do a lot better than that," he murmured quietly.