Escape the Night: Mannequins
A/N: Welcome back to the next installment of Escape the Night Season 1, where our heroes have to deal with the emotional impact of what they had done to Justine, and what they will have to face next in order to find the next artifact.
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PROLOGUE: A SICKO'S MIND AT WORK
In a nice suburban house, a man with short dark hair, a smile that was borderline manic, and wearing a red sweater over a white shirt with a black tie, black pants, and black shoes, calmly went to a table that had a collection of knifes on it.
He picked one up and ran his finger along the edge, while behind him, there were muffled sobs.
"It won't be much longer, children," he said reassuringly, turning to a dining that was set for dinner, and tied to five of the chairs was the family: husband on one end, the three children (all girls) on the side, and on the other end was the wife. They were all tied to the chairs with gags in their mouths, and they were all trying to plead for their lives through the gags. "I promise."
He walked over to the table and paused next to the father. "I am a perfectionist Henry, of the most sincere type," he explained and walked past the children, pausing to touch the hair of the oldest daughter, who'd been dating him until that very night when the truth came out. "And what I'm doing tonight will make this ugly world a little more refined and dignified." And the daughter tried to pull her head away from his touch, which wasn't easy with the ropes keeping her tied to the chair.
He then went to the wife and ripped her blouse open, admiring her exposed chest. "Oh they are so lovely," he complimented, glancing over at Henry, who had a pleading expression on his face. "It is hard to imagine that they could be improved upon. But I will try."
His expression then turned cold as he raised the knife, ignoring the muffled screams as he plunged it toward the wife's chest.
Sometime later, the man was seated in a room of the infamous house that had a long table with a dinner set up on it, and three of the chairs already had mannequins in them, made to look like the members of the family he'd murdered.
Right now, he was applying red lipstick to the mother mannequin, which already had a blonde wig on the head.
The mysterious figure walked into the room and it watched its' employee work. It had searched long and hard for this particular person, and it was impressed by the man's work. 'I have chosen well, with this one.'
"This is how a perfect act can last forever," the serial killer stated, glancing over at his employer for a moment before focusing on the mannequin.
`"Your art holds no equal,"` the mysterious figure stated, and it did sound impress through its' creepy mask.
The serial killer beamed. "You should see what I've done with the decorations upstairs," he added, and once he finished applying the lipstick to the mannequin, he placed her at the table, and then he lead his employer upstairs to see the other room he'd decorated.
While most considered what he did as sick and evil, he saw it as art, and as a way to improve the human form.
When he was first approached by the mysterious figure, he'd been close to being captured by the police, but the figure had helped him escape, and had paid him generously to do some of his art for the house. He'd been over the moon and he was certain that he would do a great many more artwork for his employer.
A/N: So, who thinks this guy is a serial killer? Post your guesses, even if they're wrong, in your reviews, and I'll let you all know on Tuesday whether you're right or wrong. R&R everyone