I don't own any of the HSM characters, but I do however own the short story this is based off of…do not plagiarize.

A/N: As stated above all of this is based off my short story I wrote in creative fiction class last semester. I hope you all like it and I hope it puts a smile on your face. The killer in this story is based off the Joker from The Dark Knight...but he will be different.

Baby S

Chapter One

"Detective Bolton?" Troy looked up as one of the younger detectives entered his office. He had just been silently going over in his brain all the possibilities for the spree that had been happening throughout the New Mexico area. Not glancing up from his work he motioned for the detective to enter. "Sir, I went over those files you gave me to try and see if I could figure out any patterns or clues and I think I have." That last statement instantly gained Troy's attention. Looking up he reached for the file and the detective gave it over as he began to explain. "Sir, in some of my classes at the academy, we learned that sometimes the patterns that serial killers usually follow…are sometimes quite simple."

"What are you saying?"

"Well I went over the victims first…in the order that they were murdered and I discovered this pattern, and it was rather unsettling considering…" he trailed off and pointed out his notes on the side of the victim listings. Troy eyes widened in shock as he looked it all over, his heart instantly sinking into his chest.

"This…this has to be a mistake…a coincidence." The younger detective shook his head sadly and shook with authority.

"You and I both know that with men like these that is never true." Troy lifted a hand and rubbed it over his face. He should trust the boy, after all he was brought to the precinct to help with this case.

"What do you think…" he trailed off as the importance of the day came to his mind, knocking over his cup of coffee that was on his desk he pushed back from his desk, his chair slamming against the back wall leaving a small crack in it. "What if…what if the killer is setting everything up for a perfect day and-."

"Sir, are you suggesting you know who the killer is?" he asked. Troy's mind immediately went back to that night so long ago. A night he thought had ended then, looking up at the detective he nodded his head.

"He's toying with me." He muttered softly his voice rising in shock. "He's been toying with me the entire time…leaving patterns and everything. He wanted me to solve it and force us into…"

"A final confrontation…sir are you sure…who are you talking about." Troy shook his head and then looked at the detective and issue his order.

"I need all police units to 2245 Liberty Street…he wouldn't strike me close to home yet would it…not if he wanted that to be apart of the finally…" he trailed off as thoughts and images came to his mind. The faces of the victims their bodies…that sicko had done to them. "He wants my attention…so he'll go after my…" he trailed off and rushed out of the room.

"Sir what do you want me to do."

"I figured out the pattern…get everyone over to 2245 Liberty Street now, that's the next place." He screamed as he rushed out of the door. The younger detective nodded and picked up his radio to make the all-call hoping that Troy was right, because if he wasn't someone else was going to die tonight.

Troy raced down the street his car siren going, as he maneuvered his way through the traffic. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid, so stupid. It was right there in front of him the entire time. The man had done everything sort of screaming from the top of building that he what he was doing. He couldn't believe he hadn't figured it out, and he was supposed to be the best there was. It was job to solve murders, and bring criminals in for justice. It was his job, and he failed. Looking forward, he saw the growing number of cars slowly down, turning the car quickly he sped into the park picking up speed while making sure that he was avoiding all pedestrians. As soon as he exited the park, he sped down a lone road and then turned it into a subdivision. Driving cautiously he pulled the car up right outside of 2245 Liberty. Quietly getting out of his car he surveyed the area and saw Dominos pizza car sitting out front. The person in the driver seat had their head turned towards the house as if he was watching. Rushing over he pulled out his gun and rushed the car. He pulled up short as he saw what was inside. The man had his throat cut from ear to ear. As soon as Troy made the discovered, someone from the house opened fire on him. Diving on the ground, Troy scrambled around the hood of the car and until the car was position between him and the criminal. "Lower your weapon to the ground…and step back with your hands up." Troy screamed over the gunfire that now riddled the car hood with holes which was causing it to smoke. At his words the man opened fire again, Troy fell back behind the car and waited till it sounded like the he was reloading, popping up from his hiding space. He fired off three quick shots center mass. The man fell to his eyes and rolled onto his back. Troy rushed over to him and grabbed his collar.

"Where is he!" he screamed, the man looked up at him, and gave him a smirk just as his mouth was filling with blood. He coughed and some slipped out onto his shirt, Troy's hand and out the corner of his mouth.

"You're to late…," he grumbled as he looked at her. "You're too late…he's going to win and you." He stopped mid-sentence, his head rolled to the side as his eyes rolled up into his head. Troy let him go and loaded his gun. Walking into the entrance of the house, he could hear quiet murmurs coming from the living room. As he moved forward he almost slipped, looking down he could tell that the other man had been stepping in blood an image that sent an immediate chill down his spine. As he walked further into the house, he saw shards of broken glass. He knew it had been a vase before. Stepping over that, he entered the living and was shock by the wide puddle of blood that was on the floor. Looking up saw them leaning against the sofa, she however didn't notice him as she lifted her head up and screamed brokenly into the air.

5 Months ago . . .

Troy Bolton groaned as he tried to fix his tie one last time before calling out to his wife. "Tay, baby I need your help." He heard a muffled reply before Taylor reappeared in their bedroom a frown marring her features. Turning around he raised an eyebrow and looked at her before asking the obvious. "What's wrong?"

"Your son…he won't stop getting into that dumbwaiter…and I'm tried of telling him to stay away from it. It's dangerous Troy...and he could get seriously hurt." Troy nodded his head, there had been many conversations between their four year old T.J. and his mother about him staying off the dumbwaiter, and like most children T.J stayed off of it until he figured that his mother had forgotten.

"Maybe my mom can talk to him tonight about it." Taylor blew out a breath and rolled her eyes at his suggestion. "What?" Troy asked as he looked at his wife.

"Your mother…please that boy has her wrapped around his little fingers. She won't tell him to stop doing something he likes just because we ask, besides I want you talk to him maybe if he hears it from you instead of me it will stick cause obviously listening to his mother isn't very high up there on his list of things to do." Taylor replied sadly, Troy sighed and shook his head.

"That's not true, baby…he listens to you."

"Well he listens to daddy better." She replied with a sigh. "You know he'll eat up anything that you say. You two have a great father son relationship, besides he is your mini-me."

"Alright alright you talked me into it…I'll speak with him when we get back."

"No before we leave."

"Alright baby before we leave." He replied while picking up his tie and looking at her with the biggest pout on his face. "Now help me baby…please." Taylor just smirked as she picked up his loose tie and began tying it for him.

"See that's exactly what I'm talking about right there…cause T.J has the exact same pout, he probably saw you giving it to me and decided that it works cause he just tried to pull it out on me when I was fussing at him a little while ago."

"Well at least he knows who to take his cues from…after all he is my little man." Troy chuckled as Taylor continuing tying his tie. Looking down at her he wrapped his arms around her slender waist will taking in her breathtaking image. She was dressed in a red wine dress that hugged her figure and literally left him hot under the collar. She was beautiful, and now that he was looking at her he wasn't so sure if he wanted to take her to the policeman ball that was being held by the Badge of Honor Association. Unable to resist any more, he bent and kissed Taylor passionately. Once he pulled away she looked up at him and smiled.

"Thanks that was great but what was it for."

"It was just for being you is that okay?" he asked with a smirk as Taylor just nodded her head. "You know we don't have to go…we can just let my mother take T.J. back to her house and we can just relax," he pointed over to their bed. "Right there…now I'm not saying we should do anything…but-."

"That's exactly what you're saying Mr. Nasty." He sighed and pouted down at her. "It's not going to work." She playfully sang. "Now stand still while I fix this tie I'm almost finished." Troy nodded and did just that. As soon as Taylor finished they heard the sound of their son's footsteps running towards their bedroom.

"Mommy…Daddy…grandma here." He exclaimed in excitement. T.J. loved both sets of his grandparents but when it came to his grandmothers any time that he could spend with them sent him straight over the moon.

"Okay sweetie…I'll go let her in, you stay here Daddy has to talk to you." She stated as she walked by her son and gave him a light rub on the soft curls that sat on his head. Troy waited till she had exited the room before looking at his son.

"T.J. mom told me you were playing in the dumbwaiter again, you know we don't like you doing that." He replied as he knelt down and picked his son up. T.J. started playing with his tie as he poked his lip out.

"I sorry." He muttered.

"Are you going to stop…cause saying you're sorry means that you have to stop playing on that thing. It scares Mommy when you do that because an accident can happen and we don't want that son. Your mother and I want you as safe as possible."

"But Daddy it's like a rocket ship." He exclaimed with a deep pout.

"I know…but hey maybe you and I can build you a rocket ship, one that you can play in, and I promise it won't upset your mother." T.J lifted his head up in surprise before exclaiming.

"You promise."

"Yeah son I do…and you know I won't break my promises. Now let's go and see your mother and grandmother." He replied as he set T.J. down on the floor again. As soon as his little legs touched the ground T.J. raced off to go met his grandmother. Troy looked himself over one last time in the mirror before following his son downstairs. When he entered the living room he saw his son hugging his mother while Taylor stood off to the side. Clearing his throat he smiled. "Hey mama, glad you could make it." He stated as he walked over to her and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Like I would miss a chance to spend time with my favorite grandchild." She replied as she beamed down T.J who just wrapped his little arms around her neck and hugged her tightly.

"Yeah and I bet you were lonely without Dad being home, too." Troy replied with a smirk. "How is the old man by the way?"

"Oh I'm going to tell him you said that." Taylor replied with a laugh as she shook her head. Troy looked over at her and stuck his tongue before looking back at his mother who just smiled.

"He's just happy that the team is winning…you know the state championship is tomorrow. He's really excited." Troy just nodded his head as his mind took him back to the time when he was going on trips like that with his father.

"I remember how that was…I was excited too, real excited. I could hardly sleep the night before the game, in fact I remember Zeke and Chad having to force me to go to sleep. Man those were good times." He replied with a far off look in his eyes. Taylor and Lillian exchanged looks before Taylor cleared her throat.

"Baby we better get going…it's not good for the presenter not to be there."

"Oh that's right your chief is getting an award tonight." Lillian stated with a smile. "You know Jack and I went to school with Charles…we would have never thought he'd end up being a policeman."

"That's usually how it works." Troy replied with a shrug. "The ones you never expect to become cops usually do." Taylor walked over to him and grabbed his hand while lifting her hand to his face. Troy looked down at her as she gave him a small smile.

"Baby are you alright?'

"I'm alright baby," he said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. The small gesture did little to take Taylor's mind off him or his statement. He looked over at his mother and son and smiled.

"We'll be back…besides this policeman's ball can't get started without me, come on baby." He said as he gently pulled Taylor out of the front door. Once outside Troy headed towards his car. Opening the door for Taylor in helped her inside before going around and getting in so they could head downtown to the civic center where the ball was being held. As he drove down the highway headed towards downtown, Taylor looked over at him.

"Baby are you okay?"

"Yeah why do you ask?" Troy stated as he glanced over at him with a smile. Taylor just studied him for a moment before replying.

"Well I was just worried about you….you seemed upset."

"I'm not," he looked over at her and caught the look of disbelief on her face. Groaning he continued. "Baby I'm not angry. You know I wish for once that you didn't try to read every single expression that crosses my face alright." She sighed and nodded her head as she reached over and grabbed his free hand.

"Alright I believe you." They rode in silence for a bit longer, before Troy sighed the guilt over his words to her weighing heavily on his spirit. As he pulled the car to a stop in front of a traffic light he spoke.

"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have snapped like that. I guess I'm a little nervous but that is still no excuse for what said and how I said it. You care about me…you love me…I understand that and I appreciate it." He whispered softly his blue eyes pleading with her to forgive him. It was moments like these that Taylor knew where he son got his pout look from. Reaching up she placed a hand on his cheek and nodded.

"I understand I forgive you too," she paused as her eyes nodded a flash from his ear. "Oh my goodness…Troy."

"What?" he asked innocently while trying not to laugh.

"I can believe you're wearing that stud earring." Troy flashed her a bright smile, he had been wondering since they left the house when she was going to take notice of the accessory. He chuckled and just smiled brightly.

"Whatever you know you like it, besides it helps brings out my sexy."

"Your sexy huh."

"Oh please don't act like you don't know…we have T.J right now cause you love my sexy and you couldn't get enough of it."

"Oh whatever."

"You know why you say whatever…it's because you know I'm right and you just don't want to admit it." He replied with a chuckle.

"Oh whatever." She stated again with a smile, Troy just chuckled and continued to drive on to their destination.

"You know what they're late and I'm going to call Taylor right now." Sharpay Baylor exclaimed as she sat next to her husband Ezekiel "Zeke" Baylor. Zeke looked over at his wife and sighed.

"Baby they are on their way, besides don't you think this gives us a little time to talk about things." Sharpay lowered her cell phone back into her purse while looking at her husband. Zeke gulped and leaned back in his chair before reaching out his hand and grabbing a hold of hers. "Look…I really want to know if you're on board with this whole child thing."

"Zeke I want to have babies but-."

"Now…right now you don't…I mean come on baby what are you waiting for…we aren't getting any younger." He exclaimed his voice rising a bit. Sharpay narrowed her eyes at his tone and shook her head.

"I'm going to go and talk to some of the other wives…we are not about to have this conversation here, Ezekiel especially if you can't be calm. I will not be embarrassed." Zeke groaned as she walked over to some of the other wives. He lowered his head and covered it with his free hand. This had been the second fight in less than a day over the issue of him and Sharpay having children.

"Yo man you alright?" lifting his head he saw Troy and Taylor standing next to the table with concern in their eyes. Nodding his head he chuckled and sighed.

"Yeah man I'm cool…just a little fight, nothing I can't handle." He replied as he stood up and embraced his friends. "Taylor you look absolutely lovely." He replied giving Troy a smirk. "You better keep her close."

"Why you aren't going to do anything." Troy replied with a chuckle, as he noticed Sharpay making her way over to him. Taylor smiled as she saw her best friend coming her way, moving around the table they quickly embraced as if they hadn't seen each other in years. Their antics caused Troy and Zeke to roll their eyes playfully.

"Man you guys are so dramatic…you act like you haven't seen her in forever this isn't the color purple." Zeke replied with a laugh. "Matter of fact you guys just saw each other yesterday…you'd think that you would get sick of each other."

"No we could never get sick of each other…we love each other don't we Taylor." Taylor just smiled and nodded her head. Troy and Zeke each looked at their wives before turning and looking at one another.

"I don't know about you Zeke but I'm partial to some hot chocolate vanilla action…what about you."

"Oh man you know it…so the next time you ladies want to love all up on one another give us a call…let us know." Sharpay and Taylor rolled their eyes and frowned.

"Ya'll are just plain nasty."

"What…you're the ones that walked right into that." Troy replied as he looked at Taylor who just pouted. "Oh come on baby you know me and Zeke were just playing, right Zeke."

"Rightttt." Zeke replied laughing as Sharpay walked over to him and smacked his arm, pulling her close he kissed her on the side of her mouth. "We were just playing, Tay…you know how jealous I am when it comes to my baby."

"Same goes for me, Tay. I'm the only one whose suppose to get your lovin'." Sharpay and Taylor just shook their heads.

"You two are so crazy." Sharpay replied with a shake of her head. Taylor just nodded her head in agreement and then looked over at Troy.

"Troy…sweetie can you go and get me something to drink." She whispered her body slightly tense as she looked over at the champagne table where a man was pouring out all the drinks. As soon as she asked the question the whole atmosphere changed. Troy followed her glaze and silently nodded. Taylor watched him walk off while Sharpay went over to her and grabbed her hand.

"Let's sit down…how's my favorite godson." She asked quickly changing the subject, Sharpay and Zeke watched as Taylor's tense body slowly relaxed as she began to tell them about her and all the little crazy things that he had started to do at the age of four. Taylor however didn't notice the little heated looks that seemed to pass between Sharpay and Zeke as she continued to talk. A few minutes later Troy returned with a tray of champagne. He gave one to everybody and handed the last one to Taylor. She looked up at him and he gave her a gently smile. She nodded her head in understanding and took a slow sip. Everyone watched, once she lowered the glass she looked at them all and laughed nervously.

"What?"

"Nothing, baby." He replied as he bent and kissed her forehead before settling down as well next to her. He draped his arm around the back of her chair. Looking over at Troy he spoke up again. "You've seen the chief."

"Naw…he's the guest of honor I guess he wants to make an entrance." Zeke replied as he looked around the room. "All I know is I'm glad he's winning, he deserves it."

"I know." Troy replied softly. They continued to sit there and talk, after all they were all finished with their drinks when one of the waiters came over with an open bottle of champagne. Taylor tensed up as he neared her glass. Just as he was about to pour it, Troy reached out and snatched the glass up. The waiter looked up at him in surprise.

"Sir, I'm just refilling the glass."

"I got it." Troy replied coolly as he looked at Taylor. The waiter continued on telling him that it was his job. "Didn't you hear me I said I got it." Troy replied his voice as cold as ice.

"Just go on to someone else's table." Zeke stated coming in, his voice equally cold. The waiter just nodded his head and hurried away. Troy stood up and headed back over to the champagne table and to make Taylor another glass. As soon as he was gone, Zeke got up to go and greet some of his co-workers. As soon as he was gone, Taylor turned to Sharpay.

"Alright what's going on between you two?"

"Nothing."

"Oh please…you know usually you can't keep that man off you…and here you two are sitting here like stiff robots not hardly touching each other." Sharpay sighed and looked down at the table before looking back up at Taylor.

"He wants a baby and…and I'm not ready." Taylor nodded her head and sighed.

"Is that it?"

"What else should there be. He's mad cause I want us to wait, and he doesn't." she replied with a sigh.

"Do you want kids?" Taylor asked gently.

"I do…oh god I want a little girl just like me one we can spoil over and over again, but I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what." Taylor asked, as she shifted her chair over so she could be closer to Sharpay. Sharpay took a deep breath and sighed as she looked over at her best friend.

"Well you know how my mother was with me and Ryan. You know she was never there, she always had more important things to do like running a company…and well I guess I never had a woman in my life to set the example on how to raise her children, and frankly I don't want my children to end up hating me like me and Ryan hate our mother. She knows absolutely nothing about us and well I'm scared I'm going to repeat that."

"You won't." Taylor replied firmly.

"And how do you know."

"It's simple…you haven't even attempted to have kids yet, and you're already worrying about them. Truth is, you're probably going to smother them…and spoil them to death. I know you…I can just hear it now 'only the best for my baby.'" Taylor replied as she mimicked Sharpay's voice. Sharpay giggled at her actions and shook her head.

"I do not sound like that."

"Oh yes you do." Taylor stated as she began laughing, she looked up at Troy as he came over to their table.

"Now what has you two in such a good mood?"

"Oh nothing…just girl talk." Taylor replied as she took the champagne glass from his hand and took a sip. Zeke headed back over to the table and tapped Troy on the shoulder. Looking up he smiled.

"Yo, the chief is here…I guess we better go up there and present this award to him." Zeke replied as he motioned with this head towards the podium.

"Yeah you're right." Troy stated as he set his glass down, he kissed Taylor on the cheek and started his way through the crowd. Zeke moved to follow him, but was stopped by Sharpay who got up and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at her and gave her a small smile.

"What was that for?"

"For just being you…look tonight we're going to talk, without fighting alright." Zeke eyes widened with joy as he looked at her.

"Alright baby." He whispered before releasing her and going towards the podium in pursuit of Troy who was already there getting ready. Once up on stage he couldn't keep the grin off his face. Troy looked over at him and smirked.

"Oh boy, what did Sharpay say to you?"

"Just what I needed to hear." He replied as he turned on the microphone. The buzz immediately caught everyone's attention. He cleared his throat and spoke. "I just want to thank each and every one of you for making this year's policeman's ball a huge success and you all own yourselves a round of applause." He replied with a smile, as the room erupted in cheers. "Now I'm going to turn everything over to my partner. He stepped aside so Troy could come up to the mike.

"You know several years ago…I met Chief Charles King and I couldn't believe that this man and worked so long as a public servant tirelessly putting himself in harms way so that the citizens of Albuquerque could sleep better at night. I admire that about you sir," Troy stated as he looked at his boss. "You're one of the reason I try so hard to become one of the best detectives that Albuquerque has ever seen, which is why I'm honor to giving you the policeman of the year award. Without you here the city wouldn't be as safe as it is now."

Meanwhile…

He just needed to see…he just needed to see if he could do it…he just needed to see…just to see…so he could finally prove it…his love…to prove it…just needed to see if he could do it to prove his…

Jessica hated these meetings after dark at the downtown central park, but if it was the only way for her and Ronald to meet then she'd suffer through them again and again. Making her way through the park she froze as she saw what appeared to be a man hitting another man underneath a nearby tree. The lamppost near by only gave her enough light to see that the smaller man was losing the fight, a fact which was emphasis by the man's grunts and moans every other second. Gripping the shoulder strap of her purse, she quickly opened the flap. Reaching inside she took out her cell phone as she screamed. "Stop it!" Both figures froze; the taller man stepped back from the smaller man awkwardly to look in her direction. His movements caused the light from the lamppost to land on the smaller man's face. Gasping in shock Jessica immediately dropped her cell phone to cover her mouth with her hands as the small amount light revealed the smaller man to be Ronald. Ronald looked at her silently as he slowly struggled to stand up on his while keeping both hands to his stomach.

"Run Jess!" Ronald cried out weakly. His voice seemed to break the taller man out of his silent daze, moving quick as a snake the man swung his arm out. Watching in horror, Jessica stood there stunned as Ronald's hands went up to his neck as he collapsed to the ground his feet kicking out every other beat until he was still. Reluctantly taking her eyes away from Ronald, Jessica focused her attention back on the tall man who had now stepped fully into the lamppost light. He seemed taller than his own shadow, and his clothes clung to him tightly as if they were wet. The only question was, were his clothes wet by sweat or blood. Jessica then noticed that in his right hand the man was holding a switchblade; however the last thing that she noticed was the rather large and awkward looking smile on the man's grotesque face which was sprinkled with small and large cuts.

They both continued to stand there staring one another down for what seemed like days until his laughter broke the silence. Raising the hand that was holding the knife the man tilted his head to the side and rubbed it against his scalp. His laughter sent immediate chills up and down Jessica's back as well as raising goose bumps on her blood cells. Continuing to rub the knife along his scalp he stepped forward. "He wouldn't smile." He stated, his sentence broken up by that awful laughter. It was at that moment that Jessica's body and mind finally caught up with what Ronald had screamed out the moment she arrived on the scene. Taking two cautious steps back, Jessica waited till the man closed his eyes with a savoring sigh as a small trail of blood ran down the side of his face. Turning around quickly Jessica took off running as fast as she could through the park hoping she could make it to the street before he caught her. As she continued to run she heard him laughing that same blood chilling laugh as he dash after her. She could see the street in the distance; it was illuminated by all the streetlamps surrounding it with seemed to be bright golden light. Hope was just beyond that small patch of trees, feeling slightly safer. She turned her head to gage and see exactly where the man was, he was a few stops behind her and then suddenly he stopped. She felt her heart beat pounding in her ears as she realized that she had won, she had beat death she was going to be okay. Turning around her eyes widen in shock and the screamed died on her lips as she ran into one of the huge maple tress. Instantly shattering her nose and splitting her chin on impact.

He watched silently as she crumpled to the ground in a dead heap, with a satisfied grin on his face he walked over to her. In this city luck always seemed to be on his side. As he came closer to the girl, he knelt down beside her looking her entire body over. His hands started shaking with excitement as he viewed her unmarked body; her face however was utterly ruined. He slowly trailed his index finger on his left hand through the blood seeping from her nose and through the open and bloody mess that was her split chin, pausing ever so often as his actions caused her to moan in pain. Once he saw that his finger was coated with her blood he lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as the scent of iron laced with her fear hit his nostrils. He reluctantly opened his eyes as he heard a small whimper coming from the girl lying beneath. Staring into her terror feeling brown eyes; he leaned over her and laughed. "Smile." When her face didn't instantly break out into his desired feature he pounded his fist on the ground with a laugh before roughly reaching his hands out and placing them on her cheeks. "Smile…why won't you smile." He shouted as he pulled her lips into a gruesome smile, not caring that he was splitting her chin even more.

Jessica stared up at the man with full black lifeless eyes and yellow jagged teeth that seemed to be even sharper than then rocky mountain range, she wondered if he would kill her. He continued to move her face around roughly until he abruptly stopped and moved away from her. She closed her eyes as tears leaked from the corner and ran down the side of her face and over her ears; however her peace was short leave as her head was forced to one side. With one half of her face facing the open night and the other pressed down forcefully into the wet dirt beneath her. She managed to whimper out the one plead she hoped would make him let her go. "Please don't do this." The man simply looked at her with a smile as he lifted his knife up and shoved it into her mouth making sure to press it against the area where her upper and lower lips met. He looked down at her, his smile becoming even more horrible as it spread across his face. The edges surrounding his lips rose and fell in a sickly sort of way as he continued to look down at her.

"I can make you smile." He stated with the same blood chilling laugh as he yanked the knife towards her ear causing Jessica to scream out into the darkness where the only sound that answered her cries was the sound of his awful laughter.

A/N: Are you smiling? Did I make you smile? HA HA…I told you guys I'm going to have fun with this. So should I continue?

Baby S