The young woman raced through the back alleys, terror on her face. She
heard footsteps pounding after her, and turned to look behind herself.
Unfortunately, her foot hit a cardboard box, and she fell forward, twisting
her ankle in the process. A shadow fell over her. She looked up, her
hazel eyes filled with tears.
"No," she whispered. "Please." Click. A sudden whirring sound was heard, and time seemed to pass rapidly. The woman's bright auburn hair faded and turned white. Her smooth creamy skin broke out in liver spots, and then wrinkles started sprouting. Her teeth fell out, then her hair. Her skin rotted off.The whirring stopped. All that was left of the woman was a pile of bones. A hand, covered with a black leather glove patted a small container which glowed bright white, and was located in a gun of sorts.
"Good job, my precious," a man's raspy voice whispered. "Good job."
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Mrs. Peel walked gaily down the street. Christmas music filled the air. The stores were decorated with lights and greenery, and Mrs. Peel had just finished her Christmas shopping. Well, almost. She just needed one more present. For Steed. She smiled. His favorite store, Bowlers and Broll.ys was on this street. Maybe she'd see if they had anything new.
The bells on the door jingled as Mrs. Peel opened it and walked into the store. Almost immediately, a huge stack of boxes caught her eye. On top was a sign that proclaimed, "Just in, the Latest in Bowler Style!" Intrigued, Mrs. Peel walked over, and opened a box. There was only a blank piece of paper inside. Curious, she reached inside and turned it over. MRS. PEEL, the note read.
Steed stepped out from behind the stack of boxes. "We're needed," he completed smiling jovially at her. "Were you, uh, here to pick something for me up," he questioned, slipping an arm about her waist.
Mrs. Peel gingerly lifted his hand away. "People who are nosy before Christmas," she began, "will get nothing but coal for Christmas." And she walked out of the store. Steed watched her go, smiling.
"No," she whispered. "Please." Click. A sudden whirring sound was heard, and time seemed to pass rapidly. The woman's bright auburn hair faded and turned white. Her smooth creamy skin broke out in liver spots, and then wrinkles started sprouting. Her teeth fell out, then her hair. Her skin rotted off.The whirring stopped. All that was left of the woman was a pile of bones. A hand, covered with a black leather glove patted a small container which glowed bright white, and was located in a gun of sorts.
"Good job, my precious," a man's raspy voice whispered. "Good job."
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Mrs. Peel walked gaily down the street. Christmas music filled the air. The stores were decorated with lights and greenery, and Mrs. Peel had just finished her Christmas shopping. Well, almost. She just needed one more present. For Steed. She smiled. His favorite store, Bowlers and Broll.ys was on this street. Maybe she'd see if they had anything new.
The bells on the door jingled as Mrs. Peel opened it and walked into the store. Almost immediately, a huge stack of boxes caught her eye. On top was a sign that proclaimed, "Just in, the Latest in Bowler Style!" Intrigued, Mrs. Peel walked over, and opened a box. There was only a blank piece of paper inside. Curious, she reached inside and turned it over. MRS. PEEL, the note read.
Steed stepped out from behind the stack of boxes. "We're needed," he completed smiling jovially at her. "Were you, uh, here to pick something for me up," he questioned, slipping an arm about her waist.
Mrs. Peel gingerly lifted his hand away. "People who are nosy before Christmas," she began, "will get nothing but coal for Christmas." And she walked out of the store. Steed watched her go, smiling.