"But I wanna stay out here with you....." Her smile was distorted... almost
as if it wasn't even her's. Her eyes were narrow and yellow looking. She
squeezed his hands as hard as she could. Her nails dug into his hands like
claws until blood seeped out.
"But Windy..."
She started laughing... almost wickedly.
"Windy! WERE GOING IN!"
She let go of his hands and frowned. "I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE."
"What if you get struck by lightning? HUH? THEN WHAT?!"
"THEN Let it strike me..." she said and stomped her foot. A deafeningly loud crackle startled them both as soon as her foot reached the ground. A yellow streak of light darted towards her and hit the tree behind her.
Her eyes and smile went back to normal. She turned around and sparks flew into her eyes. A piece of wood fell from the tree through her stomach, pinning her too the ground. "Help me, Stan!!!"
Stan couldn't stand the sight. Blood poured from her stomach, turning a dark brown color. He just stood there, mouth wide open, teary-eyed, staring at her. He backed up slowly, shaking his head. "N... no...... Noo..... NOOOO!" He turned around and ran.
"Stan! STAN!" Wendy screamed. "Help me!" She cried out in pain. She screamed and cried.
Stan's foot caught a tree branch and he fell to the ground. He turned around.
She screamed again, blood running out of her mouth. She started choking. "Stan! Please, Stan, kill me! KILL ME!!!"
He could hear the pain in her voice. He took the biggest rock he could find and bashed her on the head. She went limp and the blood stopped pouring out of her mouth. He fell to his knees. "NOOOOOOOO!" "WENNNNNNNDYYYYY!"
Her head fell to the side and the beautiful flowers on her head fell off into his hands. He gripped them as tight as he could. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he cried.
He looked at her face. It was so lifeless.... So dull. Her eyes were half way open. She was looking at him when he killed her... HE KILLED HER. He felt the skin on her face. It was no longer soft and warm. It was rubbery and cold.
He couldn't take it any more. He snapped. All of his sanity was either drained out of him or hidden behind the anger and guilt. He stood up, shaking off the blood.
He reached into his pocket for his pocketknife. The blade left a thin trail of red as it slid across Wendy's beautiful face. He sliced it as hard as he could. But it wasn't enough. He stabbed violently at her head. The bone eventually cracked, exposing her brain. It seeped out of the holes.
Then he shredded every part of her body. All that was left was bones, shreds of bloody clothing, and the pink and red slimy lumps of flesh that used to be the beautiful girl he loved.
Just as he turned away, he heard the sirens...
"But Windy..."
She started laughing... almost wickedly.
"Windy! WERE GOING IN!"
She let go of his hands and frowned. "I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE."
"What if you get struck by lightning? HUH? THEN WHAT?!"
"THEN Let it strike me..." she said and stomped her foot. A deafeningly loud crackle startled them both as soon as her foot reached the ground. A yellow streak of light darted towards her and hit the tree behind her.
Her eyes and smile went back to normal. She turned around and sparks flew into her eyes. A piece of wood fell from the tree through her stomach, pinning her too the ground. "Help me, Stan!!!"
Stan couldn't stand the sight. Blood poured from her stomach, turning a dark brown color. He just stood there, mouth wide open, teary-eyed, staring at her. He backed up slowly, shaking his head. "N... no...... Noo..... NOOOO!" He turned around and ran.
"Stan! STAN!" Wendy screamed. "Help me!" She cried out in pain. She screamed and cried.
Stan's foot caught a tree branch and he fell to the ground. He turned around.
She screamed again, blood running out of her mouth. She started choking. "Stan! Please, Stan, kill me! KILL ME!!!"
He could hear the pain in her voice. He took the biggest rock he could find and bashed her on the head. She went limp and the blood stopped pouring out of her mouth. He fell to his knees. "NOOOOOOOO!" "WENNNNNNNDYYYYY!"
Her head fell to the side and the beautiful flowers on her head fell off into his hands. He gripped them as tight as he could. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he cried.
He looked at her face. It was so lifeless.... So dull. Her eyes were half way open. She was looking at him when he killed her... HE KILLED HER. He felt the skin on her face. It was no longer soft and warm. It was rubbery and cold.
He couldn't take it any more. He snapped. All of his sanity was either drained out of him or hidden behind the anger and guilt. He stood up, shaking off the blood.
He reached into his pocket for his pocketknife. The blade left a thin trail of red as it slid across Wendy's beautiful face. He sliced it as hard as he could. But it wasn't enough. He stabbed violently at her head. The bone eventually cracked, exposing her brain. It seeped out of the holes.
Then he shredded every part of her body. All that was left was bones, shreds of bloody clothing, and the pink and red slimy lumps of flesh that used to be the beautiful girl he loved.
Just as he turned away, he heard the sirens...