AN: So while Jonathan Crane celebrates that somebody else gets to suffer for a change (if he only knew…), what the hell happened to Oswald's hostage from episode two? Is he dead? Is he missing his eyes? Did he just leave him in the trailer to hope someone found him? Seeing as the poor bastard did laugh at his friend's 'penguin' comment…


The boy took one panicked look at the knife and started hop-crawling as far into the closet as possible. Oh, what a child. A naughty little child, apparently. He couldn't imagine frightening his mother with a ruse like this.

Speaking of Mother, he really had to get home soon. She'd be worried.

"Shh, shh. This will only hurt for a minute."

There was a panicked whimper from behind the duct tape, followed by what sounded like an attempt to speak. No. His time to talk was over, since he had failed to convince his own mother of his situation.

"This is your own fault, you know." he said, working his way down

Oh, that BITCH will pay for this!

and gripping his new friend's chin in one hand. "If you'd been better behaved, I wouldn't have to do this."

He was absolutely useless as ransom. Besides, there was money not so far away, in his landlord's house. Surely the man wouldn't mind helping a poor cripple

Oh, she'll pay DEARLY.

who was down on his luck. If he did…well, he'd worry about that later. But for now, he couldn't risk anybody, not even this cretin, describing him. His landlord was risk enough…perhaps he'd grant him an early retirement.

Now, where was that spot…ah. Right there.

He drove the knife-pocket knife, not great, but it was better than nothing-through the soft flesh under the jaw and backwards until he felt it nick bone. Blood spurted onto his hand and clothes-so soon?-and the body he was clutching began to jerk. He removed the knife, resulting in more blood and…bits.

Shame. He'd almost liked this sweater.

He struggled up-he hated having to use the couch for support, but at least there were no witnesses to this-and dragged the still-twitching corpse further into the closet. There. Nice and out of the way. He didn't need to be tripping over that, not now.

Shame, though. There went his retainer.

Although…

Yes. The landlord was a liability, one he could ill-afford. He'd have to be got out of the way.

He dropped back onto his makeshift bed with a weary sigh. Later. He'd deal with the landlord later.

THE END