Fun and Games

Setting the stage

A wonderful person convinced me to upload this one-shot. I was toying around with my writing style a bit and decided to do something a little different. In a way, I think it turned out well, but it was done in fun even if it is a little dark.

Ah! One more thing (I almost forgot) I feel like it should be mentioned that she's not human.

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For most people, it was normal day. The sun was high in the clear sky gracing the Earth with its warming rays. Children ran up and down sidewalks playing games their innocence shining in their eyes. Teenagers were sneaking around attempting to get a few moments in with the special person in their life. Adults were at work, typing away at their workstations trying desperately to provide for their families.

But on one street, it was not an ordinary day. The street was silent except for the song playing from a small smashed music box sitting in the front lawn. The instruments rang out clearly but tune was dark as if each instrument was strung a bit too tight. It gave an even more unsettling feeling to the horror before them. All of the neighbors gathered around one individual house taking in the scene in unadulterated shock and terror. It seemed as if their faces paled more and more as the seconds ticked by. No one said a single thing. No one could move to help, or look away. The scene before them burned itself into their psyche leaving permanent scars.

In the midst of the silence, high pitched demented laughter rang out. The laugh was joyous but disturbed in nature. It only served to alarm everyone below. A woman appeared on the roof of the large house holding the body of a battered young man over the edge. He looked no more than sixteen years old. His snow white hair was stained a violent crimson, caked blood keeping strains stuck to his sun-kissed flesh. His left eye was swollen shut, bruises marred his face and the exposed flesh of his arms. They were angry purple and blue. Some bigger than others. Strips of exposed flesh across his torso showed deep knife wounds and claw marks. His right eye still maintained clear enough vision despite the blood trickling from his tear duct. Tear mark stained his face and he was sure it would not be last time he cried.

The woman holding him laughed happily as he wiggled just a little, his feet swinging as if trying to gain purchase. It was in vain. She knew it, and so did he she was sure of that.

"Well, well, still fighting I see." It was a weak attempt but he was fighting. She could admire that.

"Come now little one, look at your stage, isn't it gorgeous?! Don't you want to join them? This is all for you! You wanted to play with me, you called me here!" She spoke joyously, making a sweeping motion across the lawn and roof with the hand that held her most prized possession; her dagger, her happiness.

The boy's right eye connected with the small form of his younger sister. "N-no...no, no......" His eye widened in revulsion as he took in her body.

She was posed as though she was a doll. Metal rods impaled her keeping her in a sitting pose at a table surrounded by sliced up stuffed animals. Her head was tilted just slightly, her hand holding a tea pot as if she was getting ready to pour the beverage into a cup. Her pink dress was stained crimson with the blood that trickled from the puncture wounds of the rods. A permanent smile was carved into her previously unmarked flesh. Her hands were covered in blood, her small nails chipped and broken from trying to claw into the hardwood floors as she was dragged through the house.

He could remember her screams well. He remembered the look in her eyes as he was forced to hold her down. He tried to stop, but his body wouldn't listen. He begged and screamed and pleaded but his body wouldn't obey him. His little sister clawed at his face, at his arms, anything she could reach but it did nothing. He held steady as the neon green eyed woman currently holding him, forced those things into his sister. Ear piercing screams echoed in the house, but to no avail. No one came.

"Isn't she so pretty now? She likes tea parties right! You know every little girl wants to be a princess!" The woman laughed happily and tightened her grip. She waved her opposite hand at him as if to say that he should continue to inspect the scene. He couldn't. Closing his eye, he turned his eyes. It was a mistake to do that.

A pout formed on the woman's face momentarily. "That's not very nice. Why are you being so mean to me?" She lifted her dagger and sat it beside her before grabbing his arm and squeezing. She stopped once the bone shattered. His scream echoed loudly, followed by the shocked and horrified gasps of those previously frozen on the lawn. She peaked around him to look at the people gathered before them and smiled. "Oh hello!" She focused her attention back to the boy still slightly screaming in pain. "We have an audience you should say hello." Silence. "I said say hello! I know mommy dearest taught you better than that! Use your manners my boy!" She cackled happily and looked to her left just beside the music box. "Dear old mom, you should have raised him with better manners....guess now it's a little too late huh? Sad....boo." She grabbed his chin snapping his head to the side painfully. "I said say hello."

He opened his eyes staring at the people below him. "O-ow....that....it hurts....He-Hello....." His arm throbbed and burned as if fire danced across his flesh. His eyes connected with his mother, or rather, the pieces of her. It looked as if she was pulled apart and pieced back together as a ball jointed doll. There were strings attached to her that looked to be controlled by some force. Her corpse dancing hauntingly to the eerie music box, her moves someone broken yet still strangely fitting as the invisible puppeteer manipulated her parts to its whims. Her graceful face was frozen in eternal terror. Her eyes glossy in death, her lips pale, her skin a papery white. Dried blood circled the places where her limbs had been severed and scraps of fabric covered just enough to keep her decent. A sob wracked his body as he watched the disturbing display.

He could hear the sirens of the police cars approaching but what good would that do them now? It had been two days. Two days of screaming and running. Two days of being toyed with. Two days spent trying to escape their own house.

No. It wasn't their house. It was something else entirely. Every time they opened a door it would lead to another room, sometimes it led absolutely nowhere and he'd found himself wandering down a hall only to end up in the same place again. It was as if they were trapped in a fun house from hell.

It was a game to her. She made the rules, she made the field and there were no winners. She said it was him. It was his fault. He brought her there. He wanted to play with her. He didn't understand it when she appeared in the living room. He didn't understand it as she started to slaughter his family and he didn't understand it now. She made him watch them die. Each of them.

His father was the worst. He was torn apart, his blood drained from his body into a bowl and kept warm to be used later. He was shredded and until now he had no idea why. His father was the decoration for the 'stage' as she'd called it. Blood was splashed lightly across the grass, body parts staged here and there as if it was some sort of hellish Halloween nightmare. "Pl-please...please just....kill me.....I can't....." a sob escaped him once more as he begged for death.

Car doors slammed as the woman laughed happily almost bouncing in glee. "You heard him right?! He asked for it. He asked!!! Oh he does have manners!" She smirked, as she picked up the dagger beside her. "Since you did use the magic word....okay! But....you lose!" She slid her dagger into his chest, watching each letter of the word 'kindness' as it disappeared.

Gun shots rang out, bullets whipped past her head, but she ignored it all caught up in the bliss that was the sound of ripping flesh.

She watched as the life began to leave his eyes and pulled her knife from him. She tossed the body into the crowd of on lookers as she looked down at them. Her white-blond hair flowed behind her as she stood. "Missed me!" She disappeared, leaving only an echo of that demented laughter and a name scrawled across the house in blood.

'Karma'

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So there you have it. Let me know what you think? Does it deserve cookies, hugs, a dip in battery acid? Was that last one too much? ^_^ Until next time guys!

-Airi