I own nothing!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------
Pan back up against the wall, and Marron moved toward her, stopping infront of a full-length window as they heard a familiar click.
The sound of a gunshot was heard as Marron stumbled toward the window, and then a second, and a third, and a fifth, and finally a sixth, which sent Marron through the window.
Pan looked over to where the gunshots sounded, and saw Dr. Loomis standing, blood coming from his mouth and nose, but he ignored it as he said "It's over. It's finally over." He then picked up the phone and dialed the number for the police, but if he had looked out the window, he would have seen something that would chill him to the bone...
Marron was gone. All that was left were several blood stains and what looked like her form burned into the grass.
Later that night, Brendant slept in his asylum bed peacefully, holding a picture to his chest. As he slept, a familiar figure crept into the room through the door, dressed in a blue form-fitting blue jumpsuit. The figure crept over to Brendant after shutting the door, and looked at him as he continued to sleep peacefully.
The figure gently rubbed a hand over his head, brushing hair out of his eyes, and looked at his face before noticing the picture on his chest. The figure pulled the picture from his clutch and looked at it, it was a picture of him and Marron on a Halloween. He was a rather goofy vampire and she was Frankenstein's bride. As the figure gazed at the photo, it reached up with a hand and pushed a white mask up off it's face, revealing a beautiful face almost exactly like the mask, blonde hair in pigtails hanging behind her ears.
She bent close to Brendant and kissed him on the cheek, waking him up and causing him to look her in the face and and "Marron?" in a whisper.
Marron nodded slightly as she rubbed his cheek with a hand, and Brendant asked "What are you doing here? Someone might have seen you!"
Marron pointed a silent finger at his face, but Brendant seemingly read her thoughts because he said "No, I can't. I don't belong in the outside world, and neither do you. But you have to leave, because you're to be shot dead on sight!" Marron looks at him in silence and slowly unbuttons the top buttons of her blue-jumpsuit and pulled it open, revealing a white bra, but more importantly, six gunshot wounds healing themselves on her chest.
"Ma-Marron, where did those come from?" Brendant asked, but didn't get an answer because they heard several sets of feet running toward the room. Marron looked at him, put a finger to the mouth of her mask, and slipped out the window.
A few moments later, several cops, armed with shotguns along Dr. Loomis came into the room, and Dr. Loomis looked at Brendant as he asked "Where is she Brendant?"
"Where is who?" Brendant asked with false confusion, and Dr. Loomis looked him in the eye and asked "Where is Marron Myers?"
"I don't know, I was asleep until you got here." Brendant said, and Dr. Loomis looked toward the cops and said "Let's go."
"What about him?" one officer asked, pointing with a shotgun to Brendant, and Dr. Loomis said "It's no use. If he does give us any information, we won't know wether or not he's lying."
As the officers and Dr. Loomis left the room, shutting the door, Brendant looked to the window and said under his breath "Bye Marron."
Outside a storm brews, rain pounding the ground and building as wind blows and lightning strikes. Below his window, Marron stands, looking at the picture safe from the rain under a large jutted-out piece of building.
A crack of thunder roars as lightning flashes, lighting Marron's mask- covered face. As she looks at the picture, face lit up, a tear rolls from an eye hole and hits her face on the picture.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------
Pan back up against the wall, and Marron moved toward her, stopping infront of a full-length window as they heard a familiar click.
The sound of a gunshot was heard as Marron stumbled toward the window, and then a second, and a third, and a fifth, and finally a sixth, which sent Marron through the window.
Pan looked over to where the gunshots sounded, and saw Dr. Loomis standing, blood coming from his mouth and nose, but he ignored it as he said "It's over. It's finally over." He then picked up the phone and dialed the number for the police, but if he had looked out the window, he would have seen something that would chill him to the bone...
Marron was gone. All that was left were several blood stains and what looked like her form burned into the grass.
Later that night, Brendant slept in his asylum bed peacefully, holding a picture to his chest. As he slept, a familiar figure crept into the room through the door, dressed in a blue form-fitting blue jumpsuit. The figure crept over to Brendant after shutting the door, and looked at him as he continued to sleep peacefully.
The figure gently rubbed a hand over his head, brushing hair out of his eyes, and looked at his face before noticing the picture on his chest. The figure pulled the picture from his clutch and looked at it, it was a picture of him and Marron on a Halloween. He was a rather goofy vampire and she was Frankenstein's bride. As the figure gazed at the photo, it reached up with a hand and pushed a white mask up off it's face, revealing a beautiful face almost exactly like the mask, blonde hair in pigtails hanging behind her ears.
She bent close to Brendant and kissed him on the cheek, waking him up and causing him to look her in the face and and "Marron?" in a whisper.
Marron nodded slightly as she rubbed his cheek with a hand, and Brendant asked "What are you doing here? Someone might have seen you!"
Marron pointed a silent finger at his face, but Brendant seemingly read her thoughts because he said "No, I can't. I don't belong in the outside world, and neither do you. But you have to leave, because you're to be shot dead on sight!" Marron looks at him in silence and slowly unbuttons the top buttons of her blue-jumpsuit and pulled it open, revealing a white bra, but more importantly, six gunshot wounds healing themselves on her chest.
"Ma-Marron, where did those come from?" Brendant asked, but didn't get an answer because they heard several sets of feet running toward the room. Marron looked at him, put a finger to the mouth of her mask, and slipped out the window.
A few moments later, several cops, armed with shotguns along Dr. Loomis came into the room, and Dr. Loomis looked at Brendant as he asked "Where is she Brendant?"
"Where is who?" Brendant asked with false confusion, and Dr. Loomis looked him in the eye and asked "Where is Marron Myers?"
"I don't know, I was asleep until you got here." Brendant said, and Dr. Loomis looked toward the cops and said "Let's go."
"What about him?" one officer asked, pointing with a shotgun to Brendant, and Dr. Loomis said "It's no use. If he does give us any information, we won't know wether or not he's lying."
As the officers and Dr. Loomis left the room, shutting the door, Brendant looked to the window and said under his breath "Bye Marron."
Outside a storm brews, rain pounding the ground and building as wind blows and lightning strikes. Below his window, Marron stands, looking at the picture safe from the rain under a large jutted-out piece of building.
A crack of thunder roars as lightning flashes, lighting Marron's mask- covered face. As she looks at the picture, face lit up, a tear rolls from an eye hole and hits her face on the picture.