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: OK FOLKS! Almost a year later, I feel I must continue this here fic and break my habit of never finishing anything!
I don't know if you remember, but I had told you to pretend Mary Bell was dead... well... now Im changing my mind. The form Mary Bell is returning in (as her younger self) is an astral projection, not a ghost, but not a solid being... so yes. I cant guarantee this will... even be all that great. Im a little rusty.
-smiles-
You know I don't own anything, though I have claimed Merton's silky shirts ^_^;;
{Scene: Police Office: Outside, night}
{Lori and Todd sit, waiting for Tommy on the cool concrete curb. Bright lights fill the darkened area, as Tommy finally pulled up beside the two in his dad's Navy Green jeep. Lori stood, and opened the passenger's side door, climbing in, and sitting beside Tommy. Todd climbs into the back, and slides over to the middle to get a better position for hearing what the two are saying.}
Lori: So they don't know his condition?
Tommy: They weren't releasing it... They didn't even say his name.
Lori: Well, then how do you know it was Merton?
Tommy: They did say it was a male teenager 18 or older with jet black hair. Apparently, he didn't have his drivers licence, or any other identification that they could find.
Lori: Oh.
{Tommy pulls out and back onto the road, heading in the direction of the hospital.}
{Scene: Hospital; Merton's room}
{A nurse tends various wounds on Merton's forehead, wiping away blood that still seeped from the torn flesh. She lifts his head slightly to allow room to wrap it tightly with some white gauze, moving onto his exposed arms, cleaning and wrapping them as well. She leaves after placing the gauze on the table beside his head, and putting his clothes and shoes into a bin on a different; longer table across the room. Once she is gone, Mary appears beside the hospital bed}
Mary: Now...
{Mary reaches out to touch the Goth's forehead, but the door to the room opens, and she suddenly vanishes. Tommy and Lori enter the room. Todd is waiting in the waiting room. Tommy's features drop impossibly more when he sees his friend bandaged on the bed. Lori follows the jock, and stands beside him, looking down at Merton. A nurse appears behind them, tapping Tommy on his shoulder. She's a short, plump older woman with her greying hair pulled up tightly in a bun.}
Nurse: Excuse me, you know this young man?
Tommy: Yeah. His name is Merton Dingle.
Nurse: Thank you. His stuff is over there *gestures toward the bin on the table* If you would like to take it with you when you leave. Visiting time is over in 2 hours... and the doctor should be in, in a few minutes. We couldn't do anything until we knew who he was. *sighs* But thank you for your help... what did you say his name was again?
Tommy: Merton Dingle.
Nurse: A middle name?
{Tommy glances at Lori, who shrugs. They both look back to the nurse, silently}
Tommy: J.
Nurse: J?
Tommy: I don't think he ever told us his middle name. Merton J. Dingle.
Nurse: Alright. Two hours.
{The nurse leaves the room, closing the door behind her.}
Tommy: Hey buddy. *sighs*
{Tommy rests his hand on his friends, stroking the cloth gauze with his thumb as he looks down at Merton's pale skin, and cut hair, at the bits of light strawberry blond showing through the back here and there.}
Tommy: Heh, they cut his hair... he's not going to be happy when he wakes up...
{Tommy and Lori both laugh to themselves. Tommy leans forward to discover a rather large gash in his head, already mended by the nurse.}
Lori: Poor guy...
Tommy: Yeah, I wonder if his parent's even know?
Lori: Doubt it. They never really keep track of the kid.
Tommy: *pauses* I wonder when he'll wake up...
Lori: Don't know.
{Just then, the doctor walks in, asking the two to move so that he could look over the boy}
Doctor: You said his name's Merton?
Tommy: Yeah.
Doctor: hm.. *writes something down*
Tommy: Do you know when he'll wake up?
Doctor: Not sure. We're going to have to do tests. Few Cat scans... he may have brain damage. Don't think it will be too horrible though. He must has hit his head rather hard to end up like this. Did you see the vehicle?
Tommy: Yeah, his hearse was a mess. He only ran into a tree though...
Doctor: Hearse?
Lori: He likes to make a statement.
Doctor: *muses* Statement... *shakes head*
Tommy: But he only hit a tree.
Lori: Maybe he lost control of it.
Tommy: Because of what? The kid drives slow as it is, he would have had to have been going... kinda fast, don't you think?
Doctor: Alright, you two should probably keep it down. There's another patient on the other side of that curtain who is *trying* to sleep.
Lori: Sorry. *nudges Tommy*
Tommy: *pauses* Uh, Sorry.
Doctor: Alright, visiting is over in 2 hours. The nurse told you that right? His stuff's in that bin... she told you that too?
Lori: Yes.
Doctor: Ok, Well she should be back later to check on your friend here. In the mean time, don't touch his head.
Tommy: Ok.
Doctor: G'night.
Tommy: Later.
Lori: Bye.
{The doctor leaves the room, and Lori goes to look through Merton's stuff, While Tommy continues to look over his friend.}
Tommy: They cut his hair... *shakes head*
Lori: Trench coat *puts it aside* Shirt... *holds it up*
{There are various holes in the shirt. A tear up the arm, and one along the chest. The collar is ripped as well. Dry blood mats the edges of the holes, making them hard to the touch}
Lori: Yeesh.
{She pulls his pants out next, a paper falling to the wooden table. She puts the pants aside, and takes the paper, unfolding it.}
Lori: "Astral Projection"
Tommy: *turns* What?
Lori: The paper says 'Astral Projection'
Tommy: And?
Lori: I cant read his writing. *hands Tommy the paper*
Tommy: Astral Projection... A... a *squints* A... A... a sprit... spirit like form; non solid being. *holds the paper out* Produced while one is... is sleeping. Out of body.. Spirit. *pauses* Must have been in a hurry. *puts the paper down* Does that make sense to you?
Lori: Not really... *picks the paper up* Mary Bell.
Tommy: What?
Lori: It says Mary bell on the back. *holds it up to Tommy*
Tommy: Mary's and Astral?
Lori: ... I don't know. If Merton would wake up...
Tommy: *Turns back to his friend* Merton... *touches his arm again* Merton... can you hear me?
Lori: Tommy, You're not going to get through to him.
Tommy: How do you know?
Lori: Because, its not like he's asleep.
Tommy: So, what do we do?
Lori: Go back to his lair, and look for clues?
Tommy: That... that might work.
Lori: Ok, lets go then.
{Tommy turns back to Merton, and pats his bandaged hand Gently, and whispers goodbye before following Lori out of the room}
{Scene: The lair.}
{Tommy and Lori open the door to see Merton sitting at his desk, scrambling to write something down.}
Tommy: *pauses, holding Lori from coming in* Merton?
Lori: *tries to look over Tommy's shoulder, finally pushing the jock out of the way* ...Merton?
Tommy: How?
{Merton looks up at the two, but doesn't say anything.}
Tommy: Merton?
TBC
A/N: So, what do you think? Haha... I get the strangest ideas. Tell me what you think.
-lycanthrope
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: OK FOLKS! Almost a year later, I feel I must continue this here fic and break my habit of never finishing anything!
I don't know if you remember, but I had told you to pretend Mary Bell was dead... well... now Im changing my mind. The form Mary Bell is returning in (as her younger self) is an astral projection, not a ghost, but not a solid being... so yes. I cant guarantee this will... even be all that great. Im a little rusty.
-smiles-
You know I don't own anything, though I have claimed Merton's silky shirts ^_^;;
{Scene: Police Office: Outside, night}
{Lori and Todd sit, waiting for Tommy on the cool concrete curb. Bright lights fill the darkened area, as Tommy finally pulled up beside the two in his dad's Navy Green jeep. Lori stood, and opened the passenger's side door, climbing in, and sitting beside Tommy. Todd climbs into the back, and slides over to the middle to get a better position for hearing what the two are saying.}
Lori: So they don't know his condition?
Tommy: They weren't releasing it... They didn't even say his name.
Lori: Well, then how do you know it was Merton?
Tommy: They did say it was a male teenager 18 or older with jet black hair. Apparently, he didn't have his drivers licence, or any other identification that they could find.
Lori: Oh.
{Tommy pulls out and back onto the road, heading in the direction of the hospital.}
{Scene: Hospital; Merton's room}
{A nurse tends various wounds on Merton's forehead, wiping away blood that still seeped from the torn flesh. She lifts his head slightly to allow room to wrap it tightly with some white gauze, moving onto his exposed arms, cleaning and wrapping them as well. She leaves after placing the gauze on the table beside his head, and putting his clothes and shoes into a bin on a different; longer table across the room. Once she is gone, Mary appears beside the hospital bed}
Mary: Now...
{Mary reaches out to touch the Goth's forehead, but the door to the room opens, and she suddenly vanishes. Tommy and Lori enter the room. Todd is waiting in the waiting room. Tommy's features drop impossibly more when he sees his friend bandaged on the bed. Lori follows the jock, and stands beside him, looking down at Merton. A nurse appears behind them, tapping Tommy on his shoulder. She's a short, plump older woman with her greying hair pulled up tightly in a bun.}
Nurse: Excuse me, you know this young man?
Tommy: Yeah. His name is Merton Dingle.
Nurse: Thank you. His stuff is over there *gestures toward the bin on the table* If you would like to take it with you when you leave. Visiting time is over in 2 hours... and the doctor should be in, in a few minutes. We couldn't do anything until we knew who he was. *sighs* But thank you for your help... what did you say his name was again?
Tommy: Merton Dingle.
Nurse: A middle name?
{Tommy glances at Lori, who shrugs. They both look back to the nurse, silently}
Tommy: J.
Nurse: J?
Tommy: I don't think he ever told us his middle name. Merton J. Dingle.
Nurse: Alright. Two hours.
{The nurse leaves the room, closing the door behind her.}
Tommy: Hey buddy. *sighs*
{Tommy rests his hand on his friends, stroking the cloth gauze with his thumb as he looks down at Merton's pale skin, and cut hair, at the bits of light strawberry blond showing through the back here and there.}
Tommy: Heh, they cut his hair... he's not going to be happy when he wakes up...
{Tommy and Lori both laugh to themselves. Tommy leans forward to discover a rather large gash in his head, already mended by the nurse.}
Lori: Poor guy...
Tommy: Yeah, I wonder if his parent's even know?
Lori: Doubt it. They never really keep track of the kid.
Tommy: *pauses* I wonder when he'll wake up...
Lori: Don't know.
{Just then, the doctor walks in, asking the two to move so that he could look over the boy}
Doctor: You said his name's Merton?
Tommy: Yeah.
Doctor: hm.. *writes something down*
Tommy: Do you know when he'll wake up?
Doctor: Not sure. We're going to have to do tests. Few Cat scans... he may have brain damage. Don't think it will be too horrible though. He must has hit his head rather hard to end up like this. Did you see the vehicle?
Tommy: Yeah, his hearse was a mess. He only ran into a tree though...
Doctor: Hearse?
Lori: He likes to make a statement.
Doctor: *muses* Statement... *shakes head*
Tommy: But he only hit a tree.
Lori: Maybe he lost control of it.
Tommy: Because of what? The kid drives slow as it is, he would have had to have been going... kinda fast, don't you think?
Doctor: Alright, you two should probably keep it down. There's another patient on the other side of that curtain who is *trying* to sleep.
Lori: Sorry. *nudges Tommy*
Tommy: *pauses* Uh, Sorry.
Doctor: Alright, visiting is over in 2 hours. The nurse told you that right? His stuff's in that bin... she told you that too?
Lori: Yes.
Doctor: Ok, Well she should be back later to check on your friend here. In the mean time, don't touch his head.
Tommy: Ok.
Doctor: G'night.
Tommy: Later.
Lori: Bye.
{The doctor leaves the room, and Lori goes to look through Merton's stuff, While Tommy continues to look over his friend.}
Tommy: They cut his hair... *shakes head*
Lori: Trench coat *puts it aside* Shirt... *holds it up*
{There are various holes in the shirt. A tear up the arm, and one along the chest. The collar is ripped as well. Dry blood mats the edges of the holes, making them hard to the touch}
Lori: Yeesh.
{She pulls his pants out next, a paper falling to the wooden table. She puts the pants aside, and takes the paper, unfolding it.}
Lori: "Astral Projection"
Tommy: *turns* What?
Lori: The paper says 'Astral Projection'
Tommy: And?
Lori: I cant read his writing. *hands Tommy the paper*
Tommy: Astral Projection... A... a *squints* A... A... a sprit... spirit like form; non solid being. *holds the paper out* Produced while one is... is sleeping. Out of body.. Spirit. *pauses* Must have been in a hurry. *puts the paper down* Does that make sense to you?
Lori: Not really... *picks the paper up* Mary Bell.
Tommy: What?
Lori: It says Mary bell on the back. *holds it up to Tommy*
Tommy: Mary's and Astral?
Lori: ... I don't know. If Merton would wake up...
Tommy: *Turns back to his friend* Merton... *touches his arm again* Merton... can you hear me?
Lori: Tommy, You're not going to get through to him.
Tommy: How do you know?
Lori: Because, its not like he's asleep.
Tommy: So, what do we do?
Lori: Go back to his lair, and look for clues?
Tommy: That... that might work.
Lori: Ok, lets go then.
{Tommy turns back to Merton, and pats his bandaged hand Gently, and whispers goodbye before following Lori out of the room}
{Scene: The lair.}
{Tommy and Lori open the door to see Merton sitting at his desk, scrambling to write something down.}
Tommy: *pauses, holding Lori from coming in* Merton?
Lori: *tries to look over Tommy's shoulder, finally pushing the jock out of the way* ...Merton?
Tommy: How?
{Merton looks up at the two, but doesn't say anything.}
Tommy: Merton?
TBC
A/N: So, what do you think? Haha... I get the strangest ideas. Tell me what you think.
-lycanthrope