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Marron walked down the street in a determined walk, not too many people taking notice of her, since she looked normal enough, except the jumsuit and boots that is. Marron looked to her right and stopped, looking in a shop window.
The window read "Masks of Real-life Famous Murderers." and behind it was a mask of Norman Bates, a mask of Ted Bundy, a mask of Jeffrey Dahmer, and one of her, only it was pasty-white, unlike the others. She looked at it for a moment before slamming a fist through the window, grabbing the mask and slipping it on.
"Hey! What's the big idea!" the shop-owner asked as he ran out the door and up to Marron, towering over her, who looked at him through the mask eyes, which completely blackened them from view.
"Hey lady, give that back and leave before I call the cops!" the aging shop- owner hissed, and Marron looked at him for a moment before lashing out with the scalpel, driving it into the man's jugular.
"Oh my God!" several people yelled as the man fell to the ground, bleeding as Marron walked off, leaving the scene.
At Dr. Loomis' home, he sat in his study, reading a book when the phone next to him began ringing.
Dr. Loomis picked up the phone and asked "Hello?", the voice on the other end saying "Hi, this Sheriff Anderson of Gingertown."
"Sheriff. What brings the call?" Dr. Loomis asked, and Sheriff Anderson said "It's about Marron."
"Oh no." Dr. Loomis said, and Sheriff Anderson said "If you're thinking she's escaped, your right. Well, you better come and see what happened."
"Alright." Dr. Loomis said and hung up, walking toward the door, but first stopping to get his car keys, tan trenchcoat, and a pistol.
Dr. Loomis stood in the hospital with Sheriff Anderson a little while later, police tape infront of the elevator, where Ms. Grace's was in it, her eyes dug out and her throat slashed.
"This was her work?" Dr. Loomis asked, and Anderson, an aging man in a sheriff's uniform nodded, saying "This and another orderly in her room, his throat bitten out like he was attacked by an animal."
"Anyone see anything?" Dr. Loomis questioned, and Anderson shook his head and said "Noone saw anything, but one of the patients claims he heard something."
"Take me to see him." Dr. Loomis said, and Anderson nodded and the pair stepped in the second elevator and road up.
Dr. Loomis and Anderson reached the fifth floor, stepped out, and walked to the room of the man who stuck his head out the night before in total silence.
The pair walked in and Dr. Loomis said "Hello Mr. Everclear, I'd like to talk to you."
"Call me Brendant. Say, you're the doctor of Marron Myers, aren'tcha?" Brendant asked, and Dr. Loomis nodded and said "Yes, what did you hear?"
"Well, pretty much all I heard was screams of "Oh my God" and "Help me" and that's it." Brendant said, and Dr. Loomis nodded and said "Thank you."
He and Anderson walked from the room and Anderson asked "Why is he in here, he seems sane." to which Dr. Loomis smiled and said "He's a compulsive streaker, flasher, manic depressive, bi-polar, and he's a liar, but he's the only friend of Marron's, which is probably why he's consider suicidal."
"Being a friend of that murderer? Sounds suicidal to me." Andrson said as they walked to the elevator and rode down.
At the Son home around 7:30pm that night, Pan laid on her back on her bed, the phone to her ear.
"So Trunks, we still going to that party tonight?" Pan asked, and Trunks said "Shit yeah girl, shit yeah."
"So, whatcha going as Panny?" Trunks asked, and Pan thought and said "Hmmmm... probably either a one of the Sailor Scouts or Carrie."
"Mmmmmmm... I like them Short Skirt girls." Trunks said as Pan chuckled and said "I swear to God you're such a pervert!"
"Awwww, can I help it if I like short skirts on pretty girls, like you." Trunks said, nd Pan shook her head and said "You're such a flatterer, but still a perv."
"I know, I know." Trunks said as Pan looked toward the window and saw Marron, still wearing the mask, looking in. Pan closed her eyes, rubbed them, and looked again, Marron gone this time.
"Pan? Pan hon, you there?" Trunks asked, and Pan nodded, saying "Yeah Trunks, I'm here."
"So Pan, are you going to have fun tonight?" Trunks asked, and Pan said "Sure am."
"By the way, is your dad going to be there?" Trunks asked, and Pan answered "No, why do you want to know?"
"Because i don't want to hear him tell us to be careful, watch for psychos and all that." Trunks said, and Pan replied "Leave dad alone, mom was killed on Halloween night you know."
"Yeah yeah, well, I'll be there in a few." Trunks said and Pan said "Sure thing. Bye." and the two hung up.
'Now where is that costume dad said he picked up for me?' Pan wondered as she looked around and saw it hanging on her door knob with a hanger in a dry-cleaning bag.
'Let's see this thing.' Pan thought as she unzipped it, revealing a Sailor Moon costume, complete with a wig.
'Well, at least dad listened to me.' Pan said with a smile as she took it out.
Meanwhile, a feminine hand gripped the back door knob and twisted it, opening the door. The hand pushed open the door and walked into the kitchen, moving to the counter drawers. The hand opened the first, revealing dish rags and towels. The hand moves to the second and opened it, revealing junk. a second hand rustled through the junk, but finding nothing of interest, they move to the third. The hand opened the drawer, revealing kitchen utensils cluttering it. The hand rustled through them until it found a large butcherknife. The left hand clutched it and looked toward the stairs, moving toward them...
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Marron walked down the street in a determined walk, not too many people taking notice of her, since she looked normal enough, except the jumsuit and boots that is. Marron looked to her right and stopped, looking in a shop window.
The window read "Masks of Real-life Famous Murderers." and behind it was a mask of Norman Bates, a mask of Ted Bundy, a mask of Jeffrey Dahmer, and one of her, only it was pasty-white, unlike the others. She looked at it for a moment before slamming a fist through the window, grabbing the mask and slipping it on.
"Hey! What's the big idea!" the shop-owner asked as he ran out the door and up to Marron, towering over her, who looked at him through the mask eyes, which completely blackened them from view.
"Hey lady, give that back and leave before I call the cops!" the aging shop- owner hissed, and Marron looked at him for a moment before lashing out with the scalpel, driving it into the man's jugular.
"Oh my God!" several people yelled as the man fell to the ground, bleeding as Marron walked off, leaving the scene.
At Dr. Loomis' home, he sat in his study, reading a book when the phone next to him began ringing.
Dr. Loomis picked up the phone and asked "Hello?", the voice on the other end saying "Hi, this Sheriff Anderson of Gingertown."
"Sheriff. What brings the call?" Dr. Loomis asked, and Sheriff Anderson said "It's about Marron."
"Oh no." Dr. Loomis said, and Sheriff Anderson said "If you're thinking she's escaped, your right. Well, you better come and see what happened."
"Alright." Dr. Loomis said and hung up, walking toward the door, but first stopping to get his car keys, tan trenchcoat, and a pistol.
Dr. Loomis stood in the hospital with Sheriff Anderson a little while later, police tape infront of the elevator, where Ms. Grace's was in it, her eyes dug out and her throat slashed.
"This was her work?" Dr. Loomis asked, and Anderson, an aging man in a sheriff's uniform nodded, saying "This and another orderly in her room, his throat bitten out like he was attacked by an animal."
"Anyone see anything?" Dr. Loomis questioned, and Anderson shook his head and said "Noone saw anything, but one of the patients claims he heard something."
"Take me to see him." Dr. Loomis said, and Anderson nodded and the pair stepped in the second elevator and road up.
Dr. Loomis and Anderson reached the fifth floor, stepped out, and walked to the room of the man who stuck his head out the night before in total silence.
The pair walked in and Dr. Loomis said "Hello Mr. Everclear, I'd like to talk to you."
"Call me Brendant. Say, you're the doctor of Marron Myers, aren'tcha?" Brendant asked, and Dr. Loomis nodded and said "Yes, what did you hear?"
"Well, pretty much all I heard was screams of "Oh my God" and "Help me" and that's it." Brendant said, and Dr. Loomis nodded and said "Thank you."
He and Anderson walked from the room and Anderson asked "Why is he in here, he seems sane." to which Dr. Loomis smiled and said "He's a compulsive streaker, flasher, manic depressive, bi-polar, and he's a liar, but he's the only friend of Marron's, which is probably why he's consider suicidal."
"Being a friend of that murderer? Sounds suicidal to me." Andrson said as they walked to the elevator and rode down.
At the Son home around 7:30pm that night, Pan laid on her back on her bed, the phone to her ear.
"So Trunks, we still going to that party tonight?" Pan asked, and Trunks said "Shit yeah girl, shit yeah."
"So, whatcha going as Panny?" Trunks asked, and Pan thought and said "Hmmmm... probably either a one of the Sailor Scouts or Carrie."
"Mmmmmmm... I like them Short Skirt girls." Trunks said as Pan chuckled and said "I swear to God you're such a pervert!"
"Awwww, can I help it if I like short skirts on pretty girls, like you." Trunks said, nd Pan shook her head and said "You're such a flatterer, but still a perv."
"I know, I know." Trunks said as Pan looked toward the window and saw Marron, still wearing the mask, looking in. Pan closed her eyes, rubbed them, and looked again, Marron gone this time.
"Pan? Pan hon, you there?" Trunks asked, and Pan nodded, saying "Yeah Trunks, I'm here."
"So Pan, are you going to have fun tonight?" Trunks asked, and Pan said "Sure am."
"By the way, is your dad going to be there?" Trunks asked, and Pan answered "No, why do you want to know?"
"Because i don't want to hear him tell us to be careful, watch for psychos and all that." Trunks said, and Pan replied "Leave dad alone, mom was killed on Halloween night you know."
"Yeah yeah, well, I'll be there in a few." Trunks said and Pan said "Sure thing. Bye." and the two hung up.
'Now where is that costume dad said he picked up for me?' Pan wondered as she looked around and saw it hanging on her door knob with a hanger in a dry-cleaning bag.
'Let's see this thing.' Pan thought as she unzipped it, revealing a Sailor Moon costume, complete with a wig.
'Well, at least dad listened to me.' Pan said with a smile as she took it out.
Meanwhile, a feminine hand gripped the back door knob and twisted it, opening the door. The hand pushed open the door and walked into the kitchen, moving to the counter drawers. The hand opened the first, revealing dish rags and towels. The hand moves to the second and opened it, revealing junk. a second hand rustled through the junk, but finding nothing of interest, they move to the third. The hand opened the drawer, revealing kitchen utensils cluttering it. The hand rustled through them until it found a large butcherknife. The left hand clutched it and looked toward the stairs, moving toward them...