Bright black cupcakes
The shadow of the sun shade was moved heavily by a young and petite figure. She disliked the sun as much as bright cupcakes, though she couldn't think of a reason why. She never even knew why she was so attached to the colour black. Her blond hair bounced whenever she tried to move the sun umbrella between her and the hot burning planet. She was only eight years old and usually got to enjoy exercise when her father wasn't around. The black-clothed girl remembered her mother's worries.
"You have to get out, sweetie!"
"How about you go out and meet your friends?"
The pale girl let out a sigh of frustration as she again figured she couldn't take care of herself. Instead she went inside and kept company with her china dolls. All they wore was black, and a frozen smile decorated their angelic faces. She combed the brunette's hair just as loud thumps disrupted their inner peace.
They knew exactly who came home late again.
The red-eyed girl lost track of time whenever she took care of her little beauties. This night, Diane's father didn't even bother to act quietly. He usually would act quiet as to not ruin her china doll figure.
"Hello, Diane, my darlin'", he slurred through the candlelight-filled villa. The door responded with a loud crashing noise behind his flickering shadow. Mr. Makepeace never had an intimidating stature, but his thirsty eyes could make anyone flee in mere seconds. Diane, however, could not understand how she felt during these occasional evenings. It was somewhat soothing to hear her father's mere presence as soon as he would unlock the door. He would talk about things like annoying habits from colleges, neighbours and Diane's mother. Those nights belonged to him, Keelan Makepeace.
However, tonight his face carried a sad smile upon seeing his young daughter.
"Diane, sweetheart. You know I love ya very much. I know you know that. Listen t' me, you all have t' listen t' me now."
He gestured to Diane's dolls, her only friends.
"You have to be very strong now, sweetie, you better si' down or else you might stumble upon your own li'l feet."
The fact that Diane already sat on the ground had escaped his narrow focus. Fear of what he was going to say filled his daughter's eyes. Tonight was different. Usually, he would chatter on about his love for Diane or horse racing. She never exactly knew why he would spend money on horse races, even at the time when they didn't have much money. She guessed the only love for animals he had was reserved to horses. Well, and maybe bats.
"I've finally decided to tell you something, you see?"
He held out his index finger towards Diane. He was having trouble standing because he had so much alcohol gathered in his blood. A big, proud grin ran across his face, but then his expression grew dark as he struggled to find an appropriate beginning.
Keelan sat himself opposite to Diane on the parquet flooring. His back slid down the wall until he was finally seated.
"Kay, let's get over t'is once and for all, shall we? You know that people kill if they are really mad at t'at person, right?"
His alcohol breath had no trouble finding its way to Diane, who sat several meters away from her father.
"Well, this is not the sole reason. 'Motiv', that is."
Diane's impatience grew as she looked into Keelan's eyes and tried to figure out the truth he tried to hide behind his words.
"What do you want to tell me, Papa?"
Mr. Makepeace fidgets with his thumbs, but after what felt like hours he got up.
"I'm a killer, Diane."
The sentence ripped through the silence like a sharp knife laced with poison and seemed to echoe everywhere. She couldn't quite understand what he had just said. He drank too much, and many things he said wouldn't make sense.
But the bitterness in the Jigsaw-killer's face assured her that this was no bad joke.
"You never heard of t'e Jigsaw-murders...They were a series of killings, each mark'd with a jigsaw puzzle piece. T'ose pieces I left with t'e murdered, t'ey where from the very jigsaw puzzles your pathetic mother intented to gift you!"
Diane's brain couldn't follow the madness filled words that attacked her own little black world. All she could hear were the words 'killer' and 'murderer'.
Why did Papa say that?
Why did he say it now?
The search of those answers even overshadowed the questioning of why he of all people had become a killing man for a moment.
Keelan, who started to feel the pain in Diane's eyes himself, started to grow angry.
Makepeace leaned over his daughter, whose gaze seemed to be miles away.
"I can't get caught, Diane. Lawson owns me more t'an a t'ousand lives, he won't lemme get caught, I know it. But tonight was the sixt' killing, Diane, t'e sixt'!"
He yelled in agony upon again realizing what he had got himself and his daughter into. He couldn't bear the thought of his own daughter being dragged into the mess he had caused. But still he had to control his voice of anger who told him to smash everything down.
Diane Makepeace just sat there, her eyes staring through her dad's body. She showed no emotion as she asked why he had been killing. His answer was simple.
"B'cause it's fun", he said with a sinister smile. Suddenly, his arms reached after a half-empty wine bottle and smashed it against the wall next to Diane.
The loud shattering noise echoed throughout her whole body.
She shook with fear and looked into her father's crazed eyes.
It was when he stood there with his alien smirk, on the edge of laughing bitterly, that she learned two things:
First: Black is a wonderful colour. It reflects the depth of misery and death and gives you security in times like these.
Second: Never trust anybody. People are never as you believed them to be.
AN: I hope you discovered to who I'm refering to at the end. Of course Alfendi, it would make sense to me if Keenan would react similar to the Potty Prof, of course not as dramatic as him haha. I mean Diane said not to trust Alfendi, maybe because she had this certain experience with her father?
Anyway, I hope you liked it. Please review and be aware that I'm no native English, but many thankies to ISmileyzI for correcting my story (Eek, check out his Youtube channel!)
Disclaimer: I don't own the game nor any of its characters.