My Ranking Points
Here we take a brief pause from the Massacre of 46 to return to our main protagonists.
@Arian2 – Yay more of Ghost Cheshire.-Later. 😛
@Peppy – (you like that capital don’t you) We find out what awaits Laurence.
Roselyn’s story: Remember me.
Laurence had been stuck with Misery for two days and it was driving him mental.
The tea party’s came everyday along with a new rescued stuffed toy.
She cooked pancakes for breakfast, She served tea 7 hot chocolate with everything.
she didn’t smile, she didn’t joke.
She was hardly good for conversation.
And almost every time she ever came to him it resulted in numerous pokes.
At the current moment he was hiding.
where I shouldn’t specify or she’ll know.
But he was hiding.
In the most obvious place, The closet of course. He’d decided the bed was too messy.
An eerie green glow emitted from behind him…A staircase.
Laurence gulped but found himself walking down it.
Into the tunnel.
Deep into the closet.
The end of the stairs was in front of a large brass door.
He cautiously opened it.
stepping into the room, something moist touched his skin. like he was walking into a bubble.
The walls were almost fuzzy.
Images started playing…
Like old movies.
Laurence squinted watching the scene.
the happy bride & groom..
Then.. The bridesmaid all smiles except one.
One held a veil over her face.
The smallest her dress was grey unlike the snowy white & creams of the others.
Her was grey with a black ribbon.
Beneath the veil it was clear her eyes were glistening with tears.
Dirt was present on her shoes.
Along with the rest of her clothes..
As the happy couple stood at the alter.. she unlike the other bridmaids did not turn off.
She kept going.
Straight to them.
She laid down a bouquet.. of dead flowers by the brides feet.
She glowered at the groom.
Taking the stand where the priest who stand.
And she stood there.
Just stood there.
“Me? oor… YOU!!”
A thunderous cloud appeared above them, lightning struck the room. All the guests, frying everything.
The girl withdrew a pistol from her pocket.
Pushing up her veil.
“You lied to me….And now.. You’re Dead to me.”
The groom was shot dead.
Laurence jumped back from the image.
he hit another invisible wall.
he turned round.
It was a child’s room, Old though, broke windows, blinds, curtain floor rotting. sitting in the corner.. was the child crying.
Crying her eyes out.
The taunts of older children outside the window.
Laurence started running.
The next scene; Was what frightened him most..
He exited the watery tunnel..
To a dungeon.
A dungeon full of stuffed toys, old dolls with eyes watching him..
Previous party guests?
Each one owned a name tag.
He walked passed the dolls, with missing arms holes in their head those eyes following him.
He needed an exit.
“Where are you? Ready or not I’m coming to get you!!”
Laurence heart almost stopped, misery was on the stairs.
It was a taunting chant as he crashed into the door ahead.. a room full of puppets & marionettes.
He staggered through them, clowns with large evil grins, twisted smirks and that mischievous glimmer in their eyes.
He ran tearing through the seemingly endless closet. There was a door a door to his freedom.
The footsteps behind him grew louder. “Laurence! where are you??”
He burst through the door throwing it shut.
He breathed in relief.
His heart froze.
He looked up, he was in the kitchen.
Set on the table was a plate with two cookies on it.
“Did you have ‘fun’?”
“W-what are you.. those poor people…I thought you said you weren’t going to hurt anyone..”
She was silent for a moment.
“I didn’t. Those people you saw where those I couldn’t help.. like the toys.. but the toys are too far gone to be brought.. so I pass the persons soul to them and fix them up… Then they can be my friend. I just want friends.”
“And what about the wedding.”
“They betrayed me..”
“That doesn’t mean you can kill innocent people!!”
Misery’s face turned sour.
“They were not all innocent. And I tell you there is not a day that goes by that I do not regret it. Unlike my brother I can feel Regret. My brother is the killer of innocent.. He kills boys who even so much as touch his ‘beloved’ He must be the only love. He kills for pleasure. I do not.”
Misery instructed him to a chair.
she sat down across from him.
“I’m going to tell you a story.”
*hands out non-supscious Misery’s home baked cookies* Update down!!
😯 Nothing else describes the absolute brilliant horror. 😯
I think this smiley suits Kat. 😈 What d’you think?
I was scared out of my wits then.
I AM VERY EXCITED TO HEAR MISERY’S STORY!!!!
Kat. Yes, I do like that capital! *****, that is the best, BEST face suiting Kat. 🙂
I think Misery is my favorite character!! Very nice writing yet again Kat! 🙂
WhYs the story? What’s the story Misery will tell Laurence?! Must! Have! More! 🙂 🙂 🙂