No matter how it works, death is a beautiful thing. Like a withering rose, it's deathly-pale petals dance in the wind as it is carried off to the unknown.
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"Seriously..." Sam muttered breathlessly as she put her weight on one foot.
"Given up?" Jack chuckled from above.
Mist had begun to envelop the forest. The smell of freshly fallen rain filled Sam's nostrils as she leaned on the thick, damp, tree bark.
Her muscles were sore from the run. Sweat had begun to bead down her neck, trickling down her back disgustingly.
"Nope." Sam laughed. "Not a chance. I still want to turn you into a living meat bag."
"Oh, but I already am!" The clown chuckled. He appeared from behind a tree bark in front of Sam, taunting her as he waved a balloon in the air.
"Well then..." Sam pushed herself off the tree bark and climbed up it.
Her senses were on high allert, her eyes closed.
She gripped the scissors tightly, almost as if they comforted her and reminded her to stay intact with sanity and reality.
"Hey, Jack...?"
"It's Laughing Jack, you little rodent."
Sam merely grinned. "If you're name is 'Laughing Jack' how come I never see you smile?"
"Hm? Because you're boring to me. Hardly worth the joke in my oppinion."
"Is that so?" Sam challenged. "Well, then I'll have to try harder."
She leapt off the branch and blended in with the mist.
Almost like a shadow, she snuck up behind the clown and plunged her sharp weapons into his sides.
"Smile!" She whispered in his ear before she disappeared into the unknown.
The clown was left bleeding and cursing. His face turned sour, his eyes went darker.
It wasn't looking good for Sam's future, not that she cared much.
Her feet thumped against the dirty floor until she finally reached the street.
She was hungry and tired, but her first priority was to change out of her bloody clothes.
She tried her best to cover her bloody hands, making sure her two bloody scissors didn't fall out of her pocket as she ran.
Where could she go? Where was safe?
Her heart skipped a beat as she thought.
Was where she was thinking really worth the effort?
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"Gah, that little bitch...!" The clown cursed as the doctor stitched up his wounds.
He couldn't tell wether the man was grinning or simply frowning at him through his thin white face mask. His head was bowed, eyes concerntrating on the wound.
"You know, you screwed up back there." A third person walked in with an amused expression. His brown eyes lit up as if he was laughing at the clown mentaly, which wasn't surprising considering he almost never smiled anyway.
"You better shut your pewnie little mouth there!" L.J spat.
"Or what?" The boy asked challengingly.
The clown didn't answer. He turned his gaze at the old window accross from him. It had been barred years ago to prevent anything, or anyone, from ever entering or escaping the little room.
Colourful bottles lined the dusty wooden shelves, some contained eyes and some were just too messed up to identify.
Empty jars and scattered sheets of paper had took up most of the space on the tables in the room, the doctor dismissed them, swiping them off the table as if they were trash to him.
A rat lay dead in its musty old cage at the far corner of the room. The smell was unreal.
"Say, how long do you intend to keep that in your stomach?" The doctor jabbed his finger at L.J's stomach, which had consumed Sam's scissors.
"Pffft, until they decide to come out, either way will be reeeeaaal painful."
The doctor gave a satisfied nod from where he read through some papers and stood up to admire his work.
The stitches looked like a long black worm bulging out of the surface of L.J's pale skin.
"Right-o!" L.J propped himself up from the metalic bed in the middle of the room and turned to the door. "I'll be leaving now."
Without a word of gratitude L.J fled the room and went to sit in his dark toy filled room. A bag of candy sat on his bed table, the candy sparkled as if telling him to eat some.
With a sigh, L.J gave in and took a handful of candy in his left hand.
If only he could of crushed the girl's head while he had the chance. He could of made her eat some roaches if he wished.
His hand balled into a fist, the sticky candy crushed under the weight of his fingers.
"Once I see you again I'll fill you up with rat poison and throw your corpse around like a sack of potatoes!" L.J mumbled angrily as he glared out of the window.
