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Ages: Trunks-23, Goten-22, Marron-21, Bra-20, Pan-19
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11 years and 364 days later at 11:30pm, an older balding gentleman with a beard, wearing a suit under a tan trenchcoat and a expanding waist walked into the Gingertown Sanitarium to look in on a patient, followed by a 19 year old girl with black hair under a orange bandana, dressed in a red belly t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a chain hanging from her pocket.
"Are you sure you want to see her Pan? She is the one who killed your mother." the older man said as he put a hand on her shoulder, and Pan nodded, saying "Yes Dr. Loomis, I need to see the woman who took my mother."
They walked to the elevator, Dr. Loomis pushed the down button for the elevator, and Pan asked "How old was she when she killed my mom?"
"She was nine years old on that Halloween night." Dr. Loomis said, and Pan said "So she was younger than I am."
"Yes, and she was and is still evil, even in her eyes. The first time I saw them, they were black, black like a dolls' eyes." Dr. Loomis said, and Pan gave a small shudder as they walked into the elevator.
"Doll's eyes, Dr. Loomis?" Pan asked, and Dr. Loomis nodded and said "Yes, pure black, no soul, nothing." as he pushed the button for the fifth floor. They road up in silence until the elevator dinged and the pair stepped out, walking toward a room marked "Dangerous."
They looked in and saw Marron seated silently on the bed wearing a rather form-fitting navy blue jumpsuit, her blonde hair in two pigtails hanging behind her ears and her head resting on the wall behind her, face hidden by shadows but her eyes obviously closed, Pan saying "Freaky."
"Not so loud." Dr. Loomis said, and Pan asked "Why?"
"She might hear you?" Dr. Loomis said, and Pan asked "How, she isn't moving or even acting like she acknowledges our presence."
"Come along, let me show you something." Dr. Loomis said as he walked down the hall, followed by a reluctant Pan.
The two soon reached a file room where Dr. Loomis ushered Pan in, who asked "Why are we in here?"
"To show you a few pictures so you can see what Mrs. Myers down there has been up to." Dr. Loomis said as he pulled out a folder from a cabinet drawer almost automatically and pulled out several pictures.
"See these, each one of these various things happening on a Halloween." Dr. Loomis said as he showed her seven pictures, the first one of "Death" written in blood on the wall, the second one of Marron holding the corpse of an orderly with a hyperdermic needle stabbed in his eye, the third one of Marron holding a second corpse of a doctor with his head twisted pointed backward, the fourth one of "Kill Pan" written in blood on a wall, the fifth one of Marron seated holding her knees to her chest near a third corpse with a bloody mouth, this one a female doctor with her throat ripped out, the sixth of Marron strangling Dr. Loomis, and the seventh of Marron beating another patient to death with a metal bar.
"She killed five people and she hasn't been put to death!? What the Hell?" Pan asked, and Dr. Loomis said "They've declared her mentally incompetent, so they have to keep her here."
"What if she escapes?" Pan asked, and Dr. Loomis sighed as he replied "She can't, because the door is four inches of stainless steel, the windows five inches of bullet-proof reinforced plastic, beyond that metal bars."
"How do you know?" Pan questioned, and Dr. Loomis sighed once again as he said "We don't, we can only hope and pray she can't escape, especially since tomorrow is the 12th anniversary of her first murder."
In her room, Marron sat on her bed as the clock reached 12, and her eyes opened, revealing blue eyes with black, evil pupils in the center.
Ages: Trunks-23, Goten-22, Marron-21, Bra-20, Pan-19
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11 years and 364 days later at 11:30pm, an older balding gentleman with a beard, wearing a suit under a tan trenchcoat and a expanding waist walked into the Gingertown Sanitarium to look in on a patient, followed by a 19 year old girl with black hair under a orange bandana, dressed in a red belly t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a chain hanging from her pocket.
"Are you sure you want to see her Pan? She is the one who killed your mother." the older man said as he put a hand on her shoulder, and Pan nodded, saying "Yes Dr. Loomis, I need to see the woman who took my mother."
They walked to the elevator, Dr. Loomis pushed the down button for the elevator, and Pan asked "How old was she when she killed my mom?"
"She was nine years old on that Halloween night." Dr. Loomis said, and Pan said "So she was younger than I am."
"Yes, and she was and is still evil, even in her eyes. The first time I saw them, they were black, black like a dolls' eyes." Dr. Loomis said, and Pan gave a small shudder as they walked into the elevator.
"Doll's eyes, Dr. Loomis?" Pan asked, and Dr. Loomis nodded and said "Yes, pure black, no soul, nothing." as he pushed the button for the fifth floor. They road up in silence until the elevator dinged and the pair stepped out, walking toward a room marked "Dangerous."
They looked in and saw Marron seated silently on the bed wearing a rather form-fitting navy blue jumpsuit, her blonde hair in two pigtails hanging behind her ears and her head resting on the wall behind her, face hidden by shadows but her eyes obviously closed, Pan saying "Freaky."
"Not so loud." Dr. Loomis said, and Pan asked "Why?"
"She might hear you?" Dr. Loomis said, and Pan asked "How, she isn't moving or even acting like she acknowledges our presence."
"Come along, let me show you something." Dr. Loomis said as he walked down the hall, followed by a reluctant Pan.
The two soon reached a file room where Dr. Loomis ushered Pan in, who asked "Why are we in here?"
"To show you a few pictures so you can see what Mrs. Myers down there has been up to." Dr. Loomis said as he pulled out a folder from a cabinet drawer almost automatically and pulled out several pictures.
"See these, each one of these various things happening on a Halloween." Dr. Loomis said as he showed her seven pictures, the first one of "Death" written in blood on the wall, the second one of Marron holding the corpse of an orderly with a hyperdermic needle stabbed in his eye, the third one of Marron holding a second corpse of a doctor with his head twisted pointed backward, the fourth one of "Kill Pan" written in blood on a wall, the fifth one of Marron seated holding her knees to her chest near a third corpse with a bloody mouth, this one a female doctor with her throat ripped out, the sixth of Marron strangling Dr. Loomis, and the seventh of Marron beating another patient to death with a metal bar.
"She killed five people and she hasn't been put to death!? What the Hell?" Pan asked, and Dr. Loomis said "They've declared her mentally incompetent, so they have to keep her here."
"What if she escapes?" Pan asked, and Dr. Loomis sighed as he replied "She can't, because the door is four inches of stainless steel, the windows five inches of bullet-proof reinforced plastic, beyond that metal bars."
"How do you know?" Pan questioned, and Dr. Loomis sighed once again as he said "We don't, we can only hope and pray she can't escape, especially since tomorrow is the 12th anniversary of her first murder."
In her room, Marron sat on her bed as the clock reached 12, and her eyes opened, revealing blue eyes with black, evil pupils in the center.