Dollhouse

Chapter 2

A/n: the fact that i wrote this all with a straight face amuses me.

Mitch looked down at the people from the stairs. His bangs blocked his eyes from seeing much, but he could see enough. These people were so stupid. Don't they know what they're getting into?! They're not safe here. No one is. Mitch is only safe because hes been hiding from her for 4 years of his life. He knew the skills and the ropes to making sure she didnt get angry. What makes these people think they're safe?

He could sense an air of cockiness from the bearded male, confidence flashing in his eyes. Mitch rolled his eyes, already annoyed by him. He may be very attractive, yes, but that doesn't give him the right to be a douche. Especially since hes the type that would get killed first. Definitely. According to the pretty blonde, he's the one that got them stuck here in the first place. Go figure.

There was the girl, who was very pretty with her really cool black hair and piercings, and her heels looked like they could stab someone in the eyes (shes used a girls heels before, mitch is a bit wary of those foot devils now). She looked seemingly nervous, constantly fidgeting with her hands and standing close to Mr. Douchebag. Mitch suspected they had a fling of some sort. He concluded she could do much better.

The chocolate guy was like an open book. Mitch could definitely tell that he was nervous, biting his nails and his lip, shaking just slightly. He almost felt sorry for the poor man and his dislike for Mr. DB (mitch was too lazy to even say the whole word) grew even more. None of them deserve the faith they are bound to get. Theyre just curious and curiosity killed the cat. Or cats, in this case.

The blonde, now that one was interesting to Mitch. He was tall in build, with platinum blonde hair that looked like her skin whenever she tried to scare him by hiding behind him when he washed his face. His skin was like that too, but a bit happier, and less...scary. His eyes were blue, like the corpses in the backyard in the winter, but not that cold. Maybe the corpses defrosting. Thats a better blue. Cold, but not a uninviting cold.

Mitch didnt want to get to attached. The last victim he got attached to was Alex, and he was the first to die. Such a bummer; he was a sweet kid with dreams bigger than his bicep muscles. Too bad those bicep muscles are now being used as ice packs whenever he gets a black eye. Mitch really didnt want to have to use scotts corpse eyes to make a microscope or his hair to make bedsheets; thats frankly annoying.

He sighed and crept more down the stairs, trying to listen to them more. "This must be where he killed them!" Mr. DB said excitingly, taking pictures on the weird box that mitch presumed was a phone. He rolled his eyes. Of course that guy believed the legend...who wouldnt? No one would believe it was her. The people that escaped usually went insane, so its not like they could explain mitch was cursed to stay on the property for the rest of his life.

"Avi, stop. Youre being dumb, and mitch could down here at any time," the blonde said, and mitch could hear the tone of frustration in his voice.

If only they knew.

"Mitch is a loony. He probably doesnt even know what an iPhone is," Avi, still Mr. DB though, laughed, looking at the pictures. Mitch scoffed quietly. Now he knows. Jerk.

"Guys, i have a bad feeling. We should just leave and say that its too dangerous," the girl said, wrapping her arms around herself. Mitch could see his breath, and that meant she was coming, which made him sad. he didnt want to see these kids die horrid deaths (well, Avi was an exception to that) that they didnt deserve.

But curiosity is humanity's greatest enemy, mitch supposed. He got up and walked back to his room, sighing tiredly. He really didnt want to see the first death. Mitch could only hope it wasnt the blonde, cause that would make him sad. The man was obviously well-respected around that group of friends. He didnt really want him to survive either. The man would probably just become insane and of no use to him. Then he would have to use his eyes for something. Or his chest could make a nice plate. Who knew?