This chap is decated to my friend See (even tho she'll never read it here) as without her I'd have no idea how to rhyme :P x
Dorothy the Skipper
Chapter Two – Two at once
By the next week the murder count had gone from one to three. The latest victims lay in front of the captain; the rain washed away the blood now cold into the drains. The twins' faces mirrored each other's horror. It was a murderer indeed who could kill two without being over powered themselves. Defensive wounds streaked up one twin's arm as she tried to save her sister. Craved through their t-shirts into their chests were hearts, each around the words 'deeply shallow'. It was then that the young captain of the guard, stressed by first assignment being such a gruesome one, clicked it,
"The last girl, she was wearing a t-shirt like this wasn't she."
"Her shirt was green, sir, well what was left of it," his second in command answered, checking the photographs.
"Yes, but it had the same words on it," he continued.
"That would be correct."
"Don't you see the pattern; the Skipper keeps murdering Fiyero fan girls. I think we have a crazed love sick killer on our hands."
"There's no way a woman could be this," he scoffed.
"That's where you're wrong this is exactly the kind of thing a women jealous of anyone that holds Fiyero in their heart, would do. At some point soon fan girls won't be enough; she's going to be after Fiyero himself."
"But, sir, no one's seen Fiyero in months, he disappeared off the face of the earth."
"Well the race is on, we have to find him before she does," he decided, seeing his officers stand stock still.
"What?" he asked.
"Well the thing is, sir, that's exactly what the Skipper said." Avaric snatched the note from the hands of his officers, as they looked at him questioningly. If he could 'solve' this, it would look extremely good of the new captain; they all wondered how far he would be willing to go to prove himself.
As his officers stared, Avaric read the note for himself,
A girl rounded the corner
And saw a sight,
Of twins squealing with delight
It caused her rage and her spite
And the endless hate, she could not fight.
The girl tried to resist
Bu had to persist,
Their joy must be ended
And their love removed,
He loved her and she loved him
Not like them on their random whim
She swung her rope
And pulled it tight
One went down, one more to go
This one was easy and her blood did flow
The next one tried to fight
Knowing little of my plight
She fell down cold
Her face in the gutter
Squealing no more.
Now for you captain
I know you're there
I have set the pace
And now the race
Is on!