How long has it been? Sorry, lovely readers!
WARNING- This is a slightly violent chapter. Just putting that out there.
Lock-puppet and Barrel-puppet both grabbed her by the arms, and started dragging her.
"Let go!" Shock screamed, to no effect.
"Shut up!" Lock-puppet yelled.
Shock did not obey. Shock never obeyed. Even her cooperation with Oogie Boogie had been rather iffy. She continued to yell and scream, nothing but nonsense coming from her mouth.
Barrel-puppet let go of her arm and punched her in the mouth. The pain shot through her head like a gunshot. She felt hot, sour, old blood drip from her teeth. The blood, which had been still in her veins for years, was still warm. She felt some surprise through the pain.
How is my blood still so warm?
"H-her blood is green..." Lock-puppet stammered.
Barrel-puppet wiped the pale emerald fluid off of his knuckles.
"She's sick... She must be..." he nodded to Lock-puppet.
Shock went limp, not wanting to be punched again. The pain was endurable, it was the feeling of humiliation and betrayal that hurt the most. She was afraid of what was to come. She hadn't been afraid in years.
"I hate you both..." she muttered thickly, through the blood.
"We just want you to be perfect, too," Barrel-puppet said, patronizingly.
"I don't want to be perfect," Shock protested, weakly.
"She's so contrary," Lock-puppet sighed.
She was silent until they threw her into the headmaster's office.
"Sir, pardon the intrusion, please. Shock has been so terrible. So very terrible. She needs to be perfect," Lock-puppet said, his voice dripping with an unnatural amount of respect.
"Why do you say that, Lock?" the headmaster said.
"She knows too much," Barrel-puppet told him, quietly. "She knows, sir. She knows."
The headmaster's eyes widened. He stood, and saw the state that Shock was in.
"What's in her mouth?"
"It seems to be blood. She fell into the door, and she started bleeding," Lock-puppet lied.
"Blood isn't green, boy."
"Mine is," Shock spat out through the blood.
Her mind raced.
How can I escape how can I escape how can I escape how how how how how...
How can I get my mouth to stop bleeding...
She murmured what seemed to be nonsense.
Utter nonsense that eased the pain in her mouth, and closed the broken skin.
"What in the hell?" The headmaster stared at the magically healing skin.
Damn this is short. I will try to get the next chapter up faster.
I'm gonna give Jack such a reason to lament!
Shock, desperate to get out, grabbed the stapler from the headmaster's desk and hit him in the head. Blood ran in small streams from the hole in his head.
"I'm going to kill you."