OKAYS first of all, bloopers is really hard to write right now because my humor comes from me and friends but none of them are around at the moment-And also for this fic if you are a Sweenett lover your not at the right fic-lolololol- So, welcome in my 10th fan fiction and also (Inbetween our Hug) is missing ',=[ Ima try rewriting it because the disappearance made me think of how terribly written it was. Also please don't stop reading because it's not a Sweenett =[ I just want to write a fic and feel happy that people are reading it...but it's really hard when most people only want one thing and that one thing is Sweenett.
Do You Kill Girls
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I woke quietly putting a hand to my bleeding forehead. The crowds had been really scary lately. I suddenly lost a lot of memory while the strangest of deja vu's had entered.
All I knew was that I woke in an Alley and the baby I held in my arms disappeared...only it was years ago I had been holding her. I didn't quite know what it was all about I just remembered a baby...and flowers?
I got up brushing off the dust from my dress. I walked across the street hoping I wouldn't be run over again. I tried figuring out where I was exactly, a two story building stood in front of me. I was recalling my memory at each site...this one was of a man who let more men in and never let them out. The building under that I hardly could figure out. It had a women in it but I only remember being hit over and over in the back and arms. I walked up the stairs and read the faint letters; Barber Shop. I opened the door and the man shot a look straight at me. I shivered and hunched down, my hair covered my face along with the bonnet string around my neck. I felt a jolt of risk come through me. This is the man I saw kill each man one by one and now it would be my turn.
"Hello," I screeched from my quivering voice. "I'm here to ready myself for a...wedding!" I came up with while squinting my eyes for words. He looked at me in disgust and annoyance.
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I stared at the old lady, she reminded me right away of the filth of London. She showed me a few pennies for proof of pay. I sat her down in the chair and pulled the hat off. She quivered as I took the bundle of dirty hair. I had never had a girl customer and already didn't like it. I took a jug of water and combed through the tangles, stopping every once in a while to curse under my breath. I should just kill her now! What's stopping me? I scrubbed the cold water around more to reveal yellow hair. I sighed in relief thinking I might have found the beauty in something...but of coarse nothing is as beautiful as...her. I was now lost in daydreams not even noticing that I had used my razor to curl the tips of her locks. I didn't dare look at her face as I stood in front of her to make sure her hair was even. I stood safely behind the chair then proceeded to curl the hair. I let myself drift off and I started thinking of my beloved. I felt warm inside as I saw her smile. I took her arm and felt her blood warm my cool pale hand. I woke to see I was holding the shoulder of the lady. I snatched my hand back hoping she hadn't noticed. "Come on Sweeney, you can do this."
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I stopped my shivering and kept my eyes closed. The man had not come to the killing part yet so I just sat there and cherished my last breaths. I opened my left eye slowly and looked at the room more. It made me feel a little safer then I had expected. It was black and burnt badly but all I could see was yellow and roses with pictures of flowers handing from each of the walls. The sight shifted back to black and I shivered like crazy. I started shaking my head and holding my legs down with my hands till my knuckles turned white!
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I stepped back thinking the girl was having a seizure! I rolled my eyes thinking she was either cold or ticklish. I held her down by the shoulders and she stopped with a few pants and whimpers. I heard a few sorries being whispered. I calmed my stress and then looked at her hair one more time. I think I was done...I sighed in relief then dropped each of my arms to my sides.
"Kill her" was the only other thing I could hear.
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I felt him stop and figure he was finally ready. I was now to be dead. I rose an eyebrow at the resistance of his hand. What was I here for? Why was I so willing to die now? How could I put so much thought into this man, why did I trust him with the life he'd be taking from me any second now!? I now suddenly felt my hand snap to my heaving chest I turned my head slowly and looked at the man behind the chair.
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I looked at her quivering figure, trying to pull my attention away from her eyes and back at the razor. Should I kill her? Maybe if I just let her go people wouldn't feel as suspicious. I lifted my razor ready to her neck then the next thing I heard... "Tell me Benjamin, do you kill girls?"