The Anger still bubbled like a cooking soup, but I prevented any violent actions from willingly escaping. Of course, I could only hold them back for so long. I'm only human. And without much warning I stood up, wandered over to the apron and, I simply dove my sweaty fingers into the pocket of my apron, removing a light blade. It did not look as if it could break any skin, but when I slashed at his left arm, a warm liquid immediately enshrouded my cheek. It burned in a way, but my absolute delectation managed to banish that awkward feeling. He winced, and squealed. He sounded like an animal.a banshee. Perhaps he sounded like a banshee with a bit of a pigs tone. I smirked at the idea, but agreed to it.

"I haven't the time to deal with creatures who only wish to insult their savor. Now, stop your sobbing and tell me where those little tidbits were leading." I tilted the thin blade between my hands, motioning Me to complete the story so I'd understand. I hoped it wasn't just to make my life a little less enjoyable, because if it was, there would be hell to pay (If Me wasn't already in a hell.).

When the blade had torn away the soft skin from his bones, Me had flung himself on the ground, the grit gathering from the 'Earth', pouring on the painted sky, his eyes filled with blue stains. "A-Alice." He muttered beneath heavy breaths. The cut was not deep enough to cause serious problems, but Me had not taken it well at all. "Th-the Puppet was a test. You failed it. You weren't supposed to give into the toy. You remember when your mother brought it home, don't you? She said not to touch the box it had come in. She said it was," he stopped suddenly to catch his breath but took up the explanation once again hurriedly. "She said it was Pandora's Box and that if you opened it, all the pain and sorrow would escape. But, you didn't listen. You disobeyed your mother and you opened the box, just so you could see that precious gift. Puppet." He shook his head, showing how very ashamed he was of her. "Now look what you've done! Our home was so beautiful before you took the doll in as your own, letting it influence your weak mind as it willed. You listened to its suggestions and you murdered your family!" He spat out dribbles of thick blue liquid, the juice sizzling as soon as it hit the dirt. "You humans make me sick! Didn't you ever dream of what it might've done to us? Didn't you ever feel guilt?"

I glanced at him, the dark peaces of my eyes shifting nervously. Maybe I did feel guilt. I couldn't tell anymore. That voice that had nagged as I planned the murder was slowly fading, making it speak in less than a whisper. Then, the sap I had assumed was blood reminded me of that voice. It forced me to see what I had done and even if the voice was a whisper, I could still hear it. "I-I'm sorry." My fingers curled tightly around the blade, before I finally loosened the grip and dropped it. I too, dropped to the ground, my arms shaking, my eyes filling with tears (although the ground was never soiled with them, since I brushed each away). I was sobbing. Sobbing like rain in spring. Sobbing like my little brother. Sobbing like my little brother sobbed before I killed him. And all I could say was "I'm sorry."

"Jill? Jill? Walk up now, before I send for the Doctors!"

I opened my eyes. The room was silent, except for the usual neighbor whom I recalled. Noodle was screeching again, but not about those three blind mice who snatched away his blankets. No, this time he was screaming about how Alice was back.