We're All Dead Now!
Two In One
“I still don’t understand why you had to bring your friend with you... I mean, it’s just painting.” Rebecca said, her breath showing in the cold night air.
“She wanted to come! And besides, she’s awesome at mixing the paint.” Gerard replied. Poor Frankie was sick... the flu had him throwing up constantly. He wanted me to go. Gerard needed help, anyway. His hand had always been too shaky when it came to Chelsea Smiles. Gerard opened the door and held it for Rebecca and I. Looks like he was putting on the “gentleman” act for us. Sweet.
“It reeks in here!” Rebecca said, covering her nose.
“I’m sorry about that, we were having some renovations done, and something went wrong. It’ll go away after a little bit.” Gerard told her. “I’ll go get an easel.” He ran up the stairs.
“I have to check on something in the basement. Stay here, please.” I said politely, before heading down the stairs to check on Alex. It had been two days since we left him here, after all. I heard a low, moaning sound coming from where we had tied him up. I rushed over to find a small piece of bamboo sticking out of his stomach, blood pooling around it before dripping onto the floor. His body was pale, his face, contorted with pain, pleading for me to let him go. He slumped over in chair seconds later. A final drop of blood falling to the floor in front of him, just another drop in the puddle. He was finally dead. Good riddance. On another bright note, my black eye was almost gone, as well. I heard a muffled scream come from upstairs, followed by two maniacal laughs. I guess Rebecca had the same mentality as us. Good. I would still have to carve a smile into her, though. It would just leave the job kind of... unfinished, in a way. I ran up the stairs to find Gerard hunched over Rebecca’s body, repeatedly slashing her arms and throat, her, laughing all the while.
“Oh, Gerard. I wanted to play, too!” I said. Rebecca wasn’t laughing anymore, by the time I walked to her body. Her blood was all emptied out onto the floor. Her eyes were closed, a peaceful smile on her face. I heard a small laugh in my ear as I carved into her cheeks. Maybe it was just the wind.
“Okay, should we put this one in the basement or the bedroom?” I asked Gerard. He smiled.
“Wait, I want to do one thing, first.” He said, holding up a paint brush. He picked up the easel he had gotten and wiped the brush across the bloody floor. “I did promise to paint her, didn’t I?”
“She wanted to come! And besides, she’s awesome at mixing the paint.” Gerard replied. Poor Frankie was sick... the flu had him throwing up constantly. He wanted me to go. Gerard needed help, anyway. His hand had always been too shaky when it came to Chelsea Smiles. Gerard opened the door and held it for Rebecca and I. Looks like he was putting on the “gentleman” act for us. Sweet.
“It reeks in here!” Rebecca said, covering her nose.
“I’m sorry about that, we were having some renovations done, and something went wrong. It’ll go away after a little bit.” Gerard told her. “I’ll go get an easel.” He ran up the stairs.
“I have to check on something in the basement. Stay here, please.” I said politely, before heading down the stairs to check on Alex. It had been two days since we left him here, after all. I heard a low, moaning sound coming from where we had tied him up. I rushed over to find a small piece of bamboo sticking out of his stomach, blood pooling around it before dripping onto the floor. His body was pale, his face, contorted with pain, pleading for me to let him go. He slumped over in chair seconds later. A final drop of blood falling to the floor in front of him, just another drop in the puddle. He was finally dead. Good riddance. On another bright note, my black eye was almost gone, as well. I heard a muffled scream come from upstairs, followed by two maniacal laughs. I guess Rebecca had the same mentality as us. Good. I would still have to carve a smile into her, though. It would just leave the job kind of... unfinished, in a way. I ran up the stairs to find Gerard hunched over Rebecca’s body, repeatedly slashing her arms and throat, her, laughing all the while.
“Oh, Gerard. I wanted to play, too!” I said. Rebecca wasn’t laughing anymore, by the time I walked to her body. Her blood was all emptied out onto the floor. Her eyes were closed, a peaceful smile on her face. I heard a small laugh in my ear as I carved into her cheeks. Maybe it was just the wind.
“Okay, should we put this one in the basement or the bedroom?” I asked Gerard. He smiled.
“Wait, I want to do one thing, first.” He said, holding up a paint brush. He picked up the easel he had gotten and wiped the brush across the bloody floor. “I did promise to paint her, didn’t I?”
7/30/13