Mémoires meurtrières: The Return Of Mary Bell
Summary: Child murderer Mary Bell turns up to haunt Pleasantville-she doesn't have her sights set on Tommy, but rather any able bodied human... who happens
to be an unsuspecting Goth named Merton Dingle.
Disclaimer: I realize that Mary Bell is probably still alive, but rather than rag on me for that, just
pretend she's dead. Thanks.
Note: Ok, I hope this came faster than the other chapter... heh. I had a touch of writers block. I had actually written 3 different versions of that last chapter... lmao. Enjoy. Oooh and keep in mind, for the first part of this chapter, Merton has an English accent- until I mark otherwise.
{Scene: Outside Lori's: Later that night}
{Merton's standing outside Lori's window, watching as the light dims, then turns off completely in her room. He peers through the blinds as Lori climbs into her bed. Merton smiles, and props his arms on the window seal, and waits. After quite a wile, he slides the window open, and climbs in. He inches his way over to the bed, then stands directly over her.}
Merton: *whisper/singing* Lori, can't you come out and play?*pause* *normal voice* guess not.
{Merton shakes his head, and watches for a moment as Lori's chest rises and falls.}
Merton: Goodnight.
{Merton squeezes her nose shut, and wraps his free hand around her neck. Lori remains asleep, and her breathing becomes labored. A crash outside startles Merton, and he lets go of her. He turns to the window to see Tommy standing there.}
Tommy: Merton?! What in the hell are you doing?!
Merton: *blink* Nothing.
Tommy: Are you crazy? This is breaking and.... and....
Merton:*pause* Entering?
Tommy: Yes! And its wrong!
{Merton rolls his eyes, and steps over to the window. He smiles, and slams it closed. Tommy screams as his fingers are smashed beneath the wooden frame. Merton smiles as he watches Tommy yell at him through the window, yet all he sees is Tommy's mouth move.}
Merton:*taunting* What's that? Huh?
{Merton turns back to Lori, to see she is sitting up in her bed.}
Lori: Ahhh!
Merton: G'ah!
Lori: Merton?
Merton: What?
Lori: *pause* What are you doing... and did you really think you could do it?
Merton:*pause* Naw, but it was worth a try.
Lori: I suggest you get out of hear now, or I will kick your sorry ass out of here myself!
Merton: Ok, ok.
{Merton opens the window, and climbs out. Tommy's still standing there. He shakes his head, and runs off into the woods. Merton raises an eyebrow, and walks off down the street.}
{Scene: Pleasantville high: Café: Next day}
{Tommy, Lori, and Merton are sitting at their table, empty trays stacked one on top on another are off to the side, cluttered with napkins. Tommy finishes up a chocolate pudding cup, and threw it aside, watching as it clattered over the trays and to the floor.}
Merton:*regular American accent* I was in your room?
Lori: Yeah, I don't know what you were trying to prove but...
Tommy: Lori, that wasn't Merton, there's no way it was.
Merton: What do you mean?
Lori: Im sure it was him.
Tommy: Ugh, it *was* him... but...uh... not him...
Merton: *to self* What am I? The third person?
Lori: Tommy, you're not making sense.
Tommy: It wasn't him. Merton doesn't act like that.
Merton: Like what?! Who wasn't me?!
Lori: You, Merton.
Tommy: You got into Lori's bedroom, and I could have sworn you tried to strangle her.
Lori: He what?
Merton: I what?
Tommy: Yeah, and then you slammed my fingers in her window.
Merton: Wait... I wasn't even out last night.
Lori: *perturbed* Well obviously you were.
Merton: No, I wasn't. I slept in late, went to the factory, and I'm sure I drove home.
Tommy: Maybe, you did.
Lori: Oh right so now Im the crazy one... Tommy, you saw him!
Tommy: Lori, we've seen a lot of things, maybe it really wasn't him.
Merton: Yeah!
{The bell rings, and Tommy and Lori get up. Merton, on the other hand, stares off as if he hasn't noticed they've left. A few moments go bye, and his eyes glow pink. He blinks and snaps out of the trance-like state he was in, and gets up, following behind the crowd of people who are slowly making their way down the hall.}
{Scene: The Cemetery: Later that night}
{Merton's seated on a grave, looking around. The moon is past full, and is slowly shrinking, still the light is bright. The shadows cast upon the sad walk move gently with the leaves in the wind. The night is silent for a long moment before someone rounds the corner, and heads up the sidewalk. Merton watches from the shadows, then pounces. He knocks the person to the ground, and flips them around to face him.}
Person: Dingle?!
Merton: *pause* What?
Person: What are you doing, Dingle?
Merton:*blink* This!
{Merton smashes the person's head into the ground. They groan in pain, and their eyes roll back into their head. He Pinches his nose cold and clamps down on his neck. Soon the person's chest no longer rises and falls, and his face begins to turn blue. Merton lets go, and gets to his feet. His eyes glow, and he shakes his head, confused.}
Merton: Chuck?
A/N: BWAHAHA Character death... oh well. I couldn't kill lori. She was my first idea.
Summary: Child murderer Mary Bell turns up to haunt Pleasantville-she doesn't have her sights set on Tommy, but rather any able bodied human... who happens
to be an unsuspecting Goth named Merton Dingle.
Disclaimer: I realize that Mary Bell is probably still alive, but rather than rag on me for that, just
pretend she's dead. Thanks.
Note: Ok, I hope this came faster than the other chapter... heh. I had a touch of writers block. I had actually written 3 different versions of that last chapter... lmao. Enjoy. Oooh and keep in mind, for the first part of this chapter, Merton has an English accent- until I mark otherwise.
{Scene: Outside Lori's: Later that night}
{Merton's standing outside Lori's window, watching as the light dims, then turns off completely in her room. He peers through the blinds as Lori climbs into her bed. Merton smiles, and props his arms on the window seal, and waits. After quite a wile, he slides the window open, and climbs in. He inches his way over to the bed, then stands directly over her.}
Merton: *whisper/singing* Lori, can't you come out and play?*pause* *normal voice* guess not.
{Merton shakes his head, and watches for a moment as Lori's chest rises and falls.}
Merton: Goodnight.
{Merton squeezes her nose shut, and wraps his free hand around her neck. Lori remains asleep, and her breathing becomes labored. A crash outside startles Merton, and he lets go of her. He turns to the window to see Tommy standing there.}
Tommy: Merton?! What in the hell are you doing?!
Merton: *blink* Nothing.
Tommy: Are you crazy? This is breaking and.... and....
Merton:*pause* Entering?
Tommy: Yes! And its wrong!
{Merton rolls his eyes, and steps over to the window. He smiles, and slams it closed. Tommy screams as his fingers are smashed beneath the wooden frame. Merton smiles as he watches Tommy yell at him through the window, yet all he sees is Tommy's mouth move.}
Merton:*taunting* What's that? Huh?
{Merton turns back to Lori, to see she is sitting up in her bed.}
Lori: Ahhh!
Merton: G'ah!
Lori: Merton?
Merton: What?
Lori: *pause* What are you doing... and did you really think you could do it?
Merton:*pause* Naw, but it was worth a try.
Lori: I suggest you get out of hear now, or I will kick your sorry ass out of here myself!
Merton: Ok, ok.
{Merton opens the window, and climbs out. Tommy's still standing there. He shakes his head, and runs off into the woods. Merton raises an eyebrow, and walks off down the street.}
{Scene: Pleasantville high: Café: Next day}
{Tommy, Lori, and Merton are sitting at their table, empty trays stacked one on top on another are off to the side, cluttered with napkins. Tommy finishes up a chocolate pudding cup, and threw it aside, watching as it clattered over the trays and to the floor.}
Merton:*regular American accent* I was in your room?
Lori: Yeah, I don't know what you were trying to prove but...
Tommy: Lori, that wasn't Merton, there's no way it was.
Merton: What do you mean?
Lori: Im sure it was him.
Tommy: Ugh, it *was* him... but...uh... not him...
Merton: *to self* What am I? The third person?
Lori: Tommy, you're not making sense.
Tommy: It wasn't him. Merton doesn't act like that.
Merton: Like what?! Who wasn't me?!
Lori: You, Merton.
Tommy: You got into Lori's bedroom, and I could have sworn you tried to strangle her.
Lori: He what?
Merton: I what?
Tommy: Yeah, and then you slammed my fingers in her window.
Merton: Wait... I wasn't even out last night.
Lori: *perturbed* Well obviously you were.
Merton: No, I wasn't. I slept in late, went to the factory, and I'm sure I drove home.
Tommy: Maybe, you did.
Lori: Oh right so now Im the crazy one... Tommy, you saw him!
Tommy: Lori, we've seen a lot of things, maybe it really wasn't him.
Merton: Yeah!
{The bell rings, and Tommy and Lori get up. Merton, on the other hand, stares off as if he hasn't noticed they've left. A few moments go bye, and his eyes glow pink. He blinks and snaps out of the trance-like state he was in, and gets up, following behind the crowd of people who are slowly making their way down the hall.}
{Scene: The Cemetery: Later that night}
{Merton's seated on a grave, looking around. The moon is past full, and is slowly shrinking, still the light is bright. The shadows cast upon the sad walk move gently with the leaves in the wind. The night is silent for a long moment before someone rounds the corner, and heads up the sidewalk. Merton watches from the shadows, then pounces. He knocks the person to the ground, and flips them around to face him.}
Person: Dingle?!
Merton: *pause* What?
Person: What are you doing, Dingle?
Merton:*blink* This!
{Merton smashes the person's head into the ground. They groan in pain, and their eyes roll back into their head. He Pinches his nose cold and clamps down on his neck. Soon the person's chest no longer rises and falls, and his face begins to turn blue. Merton lets go, and gets to his feet. His eyes glow, and he shakes his head, confused.}
Merton: Chuck?
A/N: BWAHAHA Character death... oh well. I couldn't kill lori. She was my first idea.