By Christina
Her hands flew about the table, makeing crude movements and her purple hair was wisping in and out of her face. Slowly, she reached up to redo her hair into it's lightning clip. Nothing can get in my way now, I am so close, soon, very soon my plan will be complete. She moved mechannicly, almost as if she was not human, or had no soul. In her black eyes, you could see her past history as a psychopath clearly. She started to move faster, looking more and more dehinged as time passed.
Finally, the pumpkin was finished; now all that remaned was for it to be made into pie. The pumpkin glowed slightly and a slight smile played on her lips. She opened a drawer, picked up a butcher kknife and let out a loud cackle. She lowered the knife , and the pumpkin grew even brighter. She sliced through it as easily as if it had been a tray of butter.
With one final cackle, she set to work making pumpkin pie.
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As she walked up the dingy steps, pie in hand, she silently murmured to herself. No audible words, just sounds. Just as she reached the top of the staicase, she stopped, put the pie down and smoothed her hair out. Then, calm as ever, turned around, picked up the pie, opened the door and walked to the Dark Princess' dining room.
"Here you are your majesty", she said, in a voice coated in sugar.
"Ah. Thank you Stormy. I'm sure this pie will be wonderful", answered the princess, her red hair flying out from it's diamond encursted holder.
"Of course your highness", she said. As she turned, the dearanged look returned to her face. She walked out of the dining room and started to run away.
Unfortunatly, she ran into Count Bloog, the Princess' body guard, and sole protector. He was called to the dining room becasue the princess had just been poisoned, and was dieing. The guard recognized Stormy as the palace cook, and charged her for murder. Of course she tried to squirm away and the guard almost let her go, for he was frightened of the lunatic he was holding.
She was of course convicted, and was set to be hanged in the town square. The morning of her hanging, Helga escaped, and was never seen again. No one knows where where she is now, but it is known that she is living, even more lunatic-like everyday.