A/N: Wow, I'm really bad with updates, aren't I? A full month later... I'm sorry, guys! ^^; My summer's been a little busy so far. But... after a long wait, here's part three! I'm not sure why I underlined this... but oh well.


Lost and Found ~ Third



Cold.

It was cold.

Jemima wearily opened her eyes and found herself visibly shaking, goosebumps all over her naked body. Sitting up, she looked around cautiously. Her clothes were on the floor, and Chopper was nowhere in sight. The entire house was silent, so she concluded he wasn't home.

As the thought flooded her mind, she quickly scrambled off the bed and pulled her clothes on. She only then noticed her body was sore all over, and the memory from the night before surfaced from her mind.

He'd ripped her clothes off... on top of her... She remembered waking up and being in extreme discomfort before he knocked her out again... Horror filled her as she realized what had happened: She'd been raped. He had raped her. Her eyes widened. She needed to get out of here.

"Where are my blades?" she cried, looking around. She found them stuck in the wall next to an axe, and she ran over and yanked them out before fleeing the house.

Jemima ran down the road, squinting in the sunlight, her heart racing. She was in disbelief. Chopper loved her... why would he do that to her? It was true the axe-man had a horrible temper, but she'd caused him to anger, so she'd deserved to be beaten... but why would he rape her? It didn't make sense...

She stopped running after a bit, dropping down to rest in the shade of the tree. After sitting down, she held out her arms in front of her to see if Chopper had done any further damage to her.

Old bruises littered her arms, patterning her pale skin purple, black, and blue. A hand-shaped bruise striped her upper arm where he'd grabbed her a couple of weeks ago. All the same injuries... but no new ones, as far as she could tell. Good. She didn't want Ralph questioning her again. He'd always do that, every time she came home from Chopper's, and it was annoying. It was none of his business what they did together! Sure, he was her twin brother, but that didn't automatically give him the right to pry into her personal life!

Jemima sighed and leaned her back against the tree. What to do... Chopper had raped her. She looked down and saw her hands were shaking. But... it couldn't be rape, could it? She turned the questions over in her mind. Two people were in a relationship. One couldn't rape the other... it wouldn't be considered rape... would it?

Laughter suddenly caused her to look up. A little girl was playing across the field with a friend. Jemima's hands tightened on her blades. She hadn't killed anyone yet today... and these girls were annoying her. Time for her first spree...

She stood up, her blades in her hands, and stalked over to the children. The girls looked up at her as she approached, and one of them said, "Wanna play, lady?"

Jemima's eyes narrowed, she grinned, and speared through the little girl's middle with her blade. "I'd love to," the Scissorwoman answered, holding up the blade with the dead girl.

The other girl screamed as she watched blood stream down the silvery metal, and Jemima quickly ran her blade through the girl's throat.

The child choked, blood spurting from her mouth. Jemima flung the other girl away and beheaded the one that remained alive, and she then brutally dismembered the girl she'd stabbed through the stomach.

"We'll play 'slice and dice,'" she said, moving on to the girl who she'd stabbed through the throat and beheaded. She chopped and sliced the body, splattering herself with blood, until it was mutilated beyond recognition.

A few moments later, she stood back and admired her handiwork. Both children's bodies were sliced, cut, and diced, bits of flesh scatterd in the grass. She'd gouged out their eyes; their sockets were now bloody, dull, hollow holes.

"And in 'slice and dice,' Jemima always wins," she finished, blood-spattered. As if nothing had happened, she turned and waled away, leaving the remains behind.

Killing... What a marvelous occupation. It had been fun enough when she'd been a human, but now that she was a Subordinate, she was practically immortal, unable to be killed by any normal means. Killing was even more fun now that she was a Subordinate.

A sudden thought occurred to her as she reached an intersection. She wouldn't go home yet... she'd go visit someone else instead.